Chapter 46: Raising Hell At The Hu Residence, Just This Ruthless
Everyone filed in one after another, stepping into the Hu Residence.
Following Brother Lin, they strode in with heads held high and chests puffed out, not knowing what fear was. Among those present, besides Lin Fan and Yang Ming who were constables, the rest were wharf brothers, all from low-status households.
In the past, if they dared to barge in here, having their legs broken would have been the least of it.
But now they were fearless.
Brother Lin was their source of confidence; they were following Brother Lin in doing something big.
“Who are you people? This is the Hu Residence. Who let you in?”
The Hu Residence butler heard the commotion and hurried over. Spotting a group of strangers barging in, he immediately stepped forward to question and block them.
Lin Fan reached out and yanked the butler’s head over, pinching the back of his neck, while walking and asking.
“Public Security Bureau on official business. Behave yourself. Where’s your young master? Get him here.”
The butler, with his neck pinched, instantly bristled like a frightened rabbit and frantically started biting.
“How bold! Let me go! This is the Hu Residence. I’m the Hu Residence butler. Even if you’re Public Security Bureau constables, what of it? To enter the Hu Residence, you need to send a calling card and pay a visit.”
Lin Fan immediately grinned. “Oh ho, pretty tough, huh? Not much skill, but big temper. Wu Yong, Qian Tao, give him a few slaps to wake him up.”
With that, he tossed the man backward.
Wu Yong grabbed the butler and delivered a sharp forehand and backhand slap, leaving the butler red-faced and dazed. He was the Hu Residence butler, after all—a man of status in Yong’an City.
Common people, upon seeing him, would at least call him “sir,” not to mention anything else.
And now, still in the Hu Residence, these scoundrels dared to slap his face. Lawlessness!
Before he could recover, Qian Tao raised his hand for another decisive forehand and backhand slap, drawing blood from the corner of the butler’s mouth. His legs went soft, and he slumped to the ground, staring blankly at the group of bandit-like men before him.
“Someone! Where is everyone?”
A heart-wrenching roar.
Where had all the guards gone?
Shopkeeper Wang, inwardly crying injustice, watched the scene in horror. He only wanted justice; he didn’t care about the wine formula anymore—he just wanted to save his son.
Who could have imagined Master Lin’s efficiency? No investigation, no pulling strings—just storming the door to make an arrest.
His heart was pounding fast.
He could tell Master Lin truly meant to get this justice for him.
Entering the living room, the maids screamed and fled in panic.
Lin Fan strode to the grand tutor chair at the head position, took down the iron rod from his back, and slammed it into the floor. The expensive tiles cracked, a hole forcibly gouged out.
He plopped down, his gaze fixed on the servants huddled in the corner.
“Go, get your master and young master here.”
With that, he closed his eyes to rest.
The following brothers couldn’t help giving Brother Lin a thumbs up, shouting inwardly.
Brother Lin, awesome.
Brother Lin, great.
Brother Lin is both awesome and great.
In the back yard, Master Hu was tending to the flowers and plants he had carefully selected and propagated. With his vast estate, he was like a local emperor in Yong’an City, living a leisurely and comfortable life.
“Master, Master.”
Hurried footsteps and panicked voices approached.
A servant rushed over, gasping, “Master, bad news! Public Security Bureau people have barged into the Hu Residence and demand we hand over the young master.”
Master Hu frowned slightly. “Public Security Bureau? What are they here for?”
“Don’t know, but they’re aggressive. The leader is a commoner constable named Lin Fan.”
Lin Fan!?
Master Hu had some impression of the man. He’d heard that the recent buzz in Yong’an City was largely due to him. Though he knew little, he understood this was a tricky fellow.
“Let’s go take a look.”
He didn’t think the man would dare do anything to him.
Living room.
The man hadn’t arrived, but his laughter already echoed.
“Haha, what wind blows Constable Lin to our humble Hu Residence? We are honored by your visit but failed to greet you properly.” Master Hu walked in from the back with hands behind his back, full of smiles, seeing so many people in the hall.
He was slightly startled inside—these were no friendly visitors.
“What wind? Naturally, an evil one.” Lin Fan opened his eyes, not budging from his seat on the grand tutor chair.
Master Hu smiled. “Constable Lin is quite the speaker. Our Hu Family has generations of upright conduct. Our ancestors produced a martial scholar. We pass down poetry and rites, uphold loyalty and integrity, and are known in Yong’an as a virtuous household. With such a display today, Constable Lin, is there perhaps… some misunderstanding?”
“Educated folks are educated—full of nonsense.” Lin Fan scoffed and said, “Master Hu, I’m not here for you today. Get your son out here. I have questions for him.”
Hearing this.
Master Hu’s smile gradually faded. Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit—he’d spoken kindly, yet this man was so arrogant. Did he really think he was somebody?
His face darkened, his tone turning cold. “My son has been unwell lately and is recuperating in the back yard, unavailable for guests. If the Public Security Bureau has business, why not discuss it with me first?”
The meaning was clear.
You’re too ungrateful.
“Discuss my ass with you. I’m speaking kindly now to get you to call your son out. Don’t be ungrateful and force me to do it myself.” Lin Fan looked at Master Hu coldly.
Yang Ming nearby couldn’t get a word in.
Things had been fine just moments ago.
Suddenly, the atmosphere turned wrong.
Brother Lin didn’t seem to like beating around the bush—he went straight in, guns blazing.
“What did you say?” Master Hu’s voice suddenly rose, glaring at Lin Fan. “Even Prefect Li speaks to me politely. You, a mere commoner, how dare you be so brazen? Outrageous!”
He truly hadn’t expected it.
This Lin fellow was truly outrageous.
Was the Hu Residence a place for him to run wild?
The gleaming martial champion plaque hanging above the hall, a century-old heritage, was the Hu Family’s glory. Even the county magistrate would have to give it a thumbs up.
What a martial champion.
Hurried footsteps arrived, and over a dozen guards rushed in carrying clubs. These were thugs the Hu Family paid handsomely to keep—each burly, with sharp glints in their eyes.
Clearly, they were not only well-fed with fine food and drink but also rigorously trained.
They had learned constables were causing trouble at the Hu Residence.
They were instantly furious.
Constables or not, they beat the blind ones.
“Master, we’re here.”
A Meng, the lead guard, boomed like a bell, striding into the hall. He first bowed respectfully to Master Hu, then turned, his leopard eyes flashing with feral menace, fixed dead on Lin Fan.
The warning in that gaze was unmistakable.
Get lost if you’re smart, or we’ll break your legs.
Seeing the guards had arrived, Master Hu felt reassured.
He stood with hands behind his back, looking down indifferently at Lin Fan still seated, and said coolly, “I welcome guests to the Hu Family, but you lack the qualifications to run wild here. A Meng, see this guest out for me.”
“Yes, Master.”
A Meng’s face twitched, revealing a mocking, cruel grin. He advanced on Lin Fan step by step, towering over him, tone dripping with contempt. “Constable, are you going to leave with dignity yourself? Or shall the brothers help you out and send you…”
The word “out” hadn’t left his mouth.
Bang—!
A muffled thud like a heavy hammer on a drum exploded!
Everyone in the hall saw only a blur as a black shadow flew back like a burst sack, too fast for anyone to react.
A crash followed as the shadow smashed onto the stone slabs in the yard, rolling several times before stopping.
Everyone looked on in horror.
The guard who had been so arrogant moments ago now lay like a crushed shrimp, curled on the ground, face pale as paper. A clear footprint was sunk into his chest. He opened his mouth with a “wah” and spewed a gush of blood, convulsing.
In an instant, the entire hall fell deathly silent.
All the guards froze in place, their fierce grins instantly congealing into disbelief and terror. They gasped, hands gripping clubs slick with cold sweat.
This… how was this possible? One kick sent him flying five or six meters—this was humanly possible?
The composure on Master Hu’s face shattered completely. He gaped in shock, eyes nearly bulging, mind blank.
Impossible.
Amid this silence and horror.
Lin Fan slowly withdrew his leg, brushed off the dust, raised his hand, and slammed the tea table beside him with a “pa,” making the teacups rattle and jump.
“Master Hu, I’ll say it one last time: hand over your son immediately. Otherwise, by law, this is ‘knowingly harboring a criminal.'”
“Your Hu Family ancestor was a martial scholar—you wouldn’t be ignorant of the law, right?”
“If your son committed other crimes, your crime of sheltering him won’t be simple. Do you want to test if your Hu Family’s bones are harder, or the law’s shackles? Whether to leave with dignity yourself, or let me make you—go to prison and enjoy a taste of the jail’s memory recovery technique?”
“Ah—speak!”
At this moment, Yang Ming’s eyes shone as he gazed at Brother Lin. He saw a domineering aura even his master lacked.
Heart pounding.
Loved it, loved it.
Shopkeeper Wang stood dazed in place, wishing he could kneel to Master Lin. He truly hadn’t expected Master Lin to really touch the buttocks of Yong’an’s tiger for a mere commoner like him.
From now on, whoever dared say a word against Master Lin.
He wouldn’t take a knife to them if his name wasn’t Wang.
