I chose one of four options at the start, and I chose the number one clan in Lingnan.

More than twenty bodyguards in black suits drew their short knives and pressed towards the large iron gate of Hongtu Machinery Factory.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and tensions were already high at the factory gate.

Squad leader Zhongtang gripped his baton and stood in the center of the doorway.

He had only a dozen or so brothers on night shift behind him, facing more than twenty professional bodyguards armed with sharp weapons, putting him at a disadvantage in terms of numbers.

"Cut off their hands and rush in." Murakami stood beside the van, exhaling a smoke ring.

The bodyguards quickened their pace, their short knives aimed directly at the face of the squad leader.

Just as the dagger was about to strike, a flurry of footsteps came from inside the door.

Fifty men from Zhongtang, dressed in black suits, rushed out of the factory area, each carrying a meter-long solid steel pipe.

The large iron gate was pulled open.

Fifty steel pipes were raised in unison and smashed directly at the bodyguards who were at the front.

The clanging of metal echoed at the factory gate.

The three bodyguards at the front were hit on the shoulder by steel pipes, screaming as they staggered backward, dropping their short knives to the ground.

The men of Zhongtang stepped out of the gate and immediately surrounded the twenty-odd people.

Murakami gritted his teeth, threw the cigar in his hand on the ground, and crushed it with his leather shoe.

"Do you know who I am?!" Murakami shouted in broken Chinese.

"I am the chief representative of the Mitsui Group in Jiangnan! Even the provincial leaders treat us with great respect."

"You bunch of country bumpkins, daring to mess with foreign capital, you'll all be in jail tomorrow!"

Squad leader Zhongtang didn't respond at all, pointing his baton at the village head's nose.

"Grandpa has ordered that Hongtu be under complete lockdown. Anyone who dares to force their way in without a pass will have their legs broken and be thrown out," the squad leader said in a loud voice.

"Grandpa? A mere village headman, what right does he have to set rules?" Murakami said angrily, pointing towards the workshop.

"This factory has been locked up by our Mitsui Group! We have all the licenses for your specialty steel and machine tools."

"Today I'm taking full control of Workshop Four, and I'd like to see who dares to stop me!"

"You can try." The squad leader took a step forward, and fifty loyal men stepped forward at the same time, their steel pipes pointing directly at the bodyguard.

Murakami was forced to back a step, losing face.

He brought his men here this time to forcibly take over the workshop and obtain the physical five-axis machine tool before the Lin family had a firm foothold.

Once they have the physical product in hand, the Mitsui Group has countless ways to prove that it is an infringing product.

"They're asking for it. Do it! Cripple them!" Murakami gave the bodyguard leader a wink.

The head bodyguard was 1.9 meters tall, his muscles bulging as he put his suit on. He gripped the short knife in reverse and lunged directly at the Zhongtang squad leader.

The squad leader swung his baton to meet the attack, and the short knife collided with the baton, sparks flying everywhere.

The head bodyguard was extremely strong. He pressed down on the squad leader's baton while punching the squad leader's temple with his other fist.

Inside Workshop No. 4.

Old Wei heard the noise outside the gate.

"Factory manager, a fight has broken out outside." The young technician held a piece of scrapped tungsten steel, his hands trembling.

"It's not our place to interfere if a fight breaks out. Grandfather sent Zhongtang to guard the gate. If the sky falls, the Lin family will hold it up."

"Our task is to get the knives out." Old Wei didn't even look up, continuing to fiddle with the mold in his hands.

"But the Mitsui Group has completely blocked the production of high-hardness alloy knives. The knives we make from scrap metal are simply not hard enough."

"I just did a test cut, and the blade broke off." The veteran technician threw the broken blade on the table.

Old Wei grabbed the broken blade and gritted his teeth.

"If the hardness is not enough, add carbon or tungsten! If it doesn't work the first time, melt it twice. If it doesn't work the second time, melt it ten times."

"Grandpa Lin spent two hundred million, we can't not even handle a knife!" Old Wei shouted.

"Factory manager, even if we manage to get the cutting tools sorted out, the supply chain for special steel has been cut off. What will we use to mass-produce them?" the young technician pressed.

"Grandpa said, if we can't buy special steel, we'll make it ourselves!"

"We've already bought the steel plant on the outskirts of the city. As long as we figure out the formula for the knives, Grandpa will naturally have a way to solve the steel problem. Let's get to work!" Old Wei threw the broken blade into the waste bin.

The technicians in the workshop stopped talking and turned back to their work.

Outside the factory gate.

A black SUV sped up and screeched to a halt next to the van.

The car door opened, and Lin Fei strode out of the car.

The bodyguard leader's fist was only three inches away from the squad leader's temple.

Lin Fei rushed up from the side and precisely grabbed the bodyguard leader's wrist with his left hand.

The head bodyguard struggled to break free, only to find that the other man's fingers were extremely strong, and his bones made a cracking sound.

"You're asking for death!" the bodyguard leader roared, abandoning his squad leader and thrusting his short knife directly into Lin Fei's abdomen.

Instead of retreating, Lin Fei advanced, his right hand transforming into a palm strike, heavily slashing at the bodyguard's elbow joint.

The sound of bones breaking was crisp and piercing.

The head bodyguard let out a scream, and the dagger fell to the ground.

Lin Fei didn't stop, and instead grabbed his other arm and twisted it in the opposite direction.

With another sharp crack, the bodyguard's head dislocated both arms, which hung limply at his sides.

Lin Fei raised his foot and kicked the head bodyguard in the chest.

The burly man, weighing over 200 pounds, was sent flying backwards and crashed into the hood of a village van, creating a large dent in the metal.

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

The remaining bodyguards, gripping their short knives, kept retreating, not daring to step forward at all.

Lin Fei walked up to the village and looked down at him.

"What is the Mitsui Group anyway, daring to run wild on the Lin family's territory?" Lin Fei said.

Murakami looked at the bodyguard leader groaning on the hood of the car, sweat beading on his forehead.

"This is violent resistance to law enforcement! I'm going to report you to the provincial authorities! You won't be selling a single bearing!"

Murakami shouted a threat, but his steps were backing away.

"Go and report it, and by the way tell your master that the Hongtu Machinery Factory is owned by the Lin family."

"If you dare send dogs to block the door again, I'll kill every single one that comes." Lin Fei pointed at the village's nose.

"You think you can win by brute force?" Murakami asked, pointing at Lin Fei from behind the car door.

"The Mitsui Group's 10 billion yen has been secured, and the Jiangnan financial group will cooperate with us to completely shut down all of your Lin family's businesses."

Your logistics park and farmers' market will face comprehensive tax and safety inspections tomorrow. You won't last three days!

Lin Fei stared at him coldly.

"Jiangnan financial magnates? When Leng Qiu ran away, they didn't dare to utter a single word."

"Now that we've found you guys to be scapegoats, you really think you've struck gold?" Lin Fei took a step forward.

Murakami was so frightened that he quickly got into the car and locked the doors.

"Go! Drive!" Murakami shouted to the driver.

Murakami gritted his teeth; he wouldn't gain any advantage today.

The bodyguards quickly lifted the boss from the hood and put him into the car.

Murakami rolled down the car window, took out his phone, and took several photos of the exterior layout of Workshop No. 4 at Hongtu Machinery Factory.

The convoy of commercial vehicles turned around and drove away from the factory area in a dejected manner.

Lin Fei watched the convoy drive away, then took out his phone and dialed Lin Ting's number.

"Grandpa, the people from Mitsui have been sent away," Lin Fei reported.

The study in the backyard of the Tazhai Ancestral Hall.

Lin Ting hung up the phone and threw it on the table.

If Lao Wei can't solve the problem of cutting tool materials, mass production will be stalled.

Lin Ting leaned back in his armchair and summoned the Eternal First Clan System in his mind.

A blue virtual panel unfolds before your eyes.

Lin Ting's gaze fell on the prosperity balance in the upper right corner.