Chapter 11: It’s Not Easy To Run Into A Sucker, Gotta Bleed Him Dry
Can this matter be concealed?
It definitely can’t be concealed.
Sun Xiao told them not to publicize it, but they definitely agreed verbally, yet as soon as they turned around, they forgot all about it.
For such a shocking, heaven-shaking, ghost-weeping matter, how suffocating it must be to keep it bottled up inside.
They had just left when the matter spread out like wildfire.
Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned that Wang Changhai had suffered such a humiliating disgrace yet endured it like a grandson, and even more shocked that Wang Changhai had such a confidant who single-handedly challenged the entire venue, brutally beating eighteen experts and forcing Sun Yaowei to kneel on the spot and kowtow to Wang Changhai in apology.
Explosive, truly explosive.
Did this guy take drugs or something? How could he be so ferocious?
……
The next day, wharf.
“Master Lin, good morning.”
“Oh my, Master Lin, you’re auspicious.”
Damn!
Where did these interlopers come from?
But it’s understandable; the wharf connects to all directions, north and south, with people from everywhere.
Lin Fan didn’t expect the matter to spread so quickly, causing everyone who knew him along the way to respectfully address him as Master Lin; he hadn’t realized he’d risen so fast.
From a gang low-level thug, suddenly elevated to ‘Master Lin’.
Thinking back to Qingfang Private School, the teacher’s gaze at him had shock revealing astonishment, astonishment revealing bewilderment; he knew the teacher never expected that among the students learning law in his class, there would be such an outstanding one.
And those who came to learn law with him, upon seeing him, all kept their heads down, not daring to meet his eyes, not even daring to fart.
He knew he’d shone too brightly, the kind that couldn’t be blocked.
But he didn’t regret it; that move had to be made, or if he didn’t act and let their own hall master be humiliated, it would be them who ended up despised and looked down upon.
Besides, in this line of work, how could one get by without some prestige?
Otherwise, any tomcat or mongrel would dare to step on him.
Just arrived at the warehouse.
Then he heard shrill screams coming from inside.
“What’s the situation?”
Lin Fan’s heart jolted, and he immediately walked in, thinking retaliation wouldn’t come this fast, but upon seeing the scene, he froze in place.
He saw the subordinates stripped off their upper clothes, each taking a club and striking each other on the body.
“It hurts so much, did you poison your club?”
The struck subordinate grimaced, reaching back to touch his back, jumping around on the spot like a monkey.
Lin Fan was helpless; he knew his group of subordinates had been stimulated and all wanted to be as powerful as him, but was that useful? He, their leader, took club hits for proficiency.
What did they have?
But their drive to strive like this was worth affirming and encouraging.
He couldn’t dampen their enthusiasm.
Thinking of that Chen Niu, wasn’t it just from taking so many beatings that he earned the title Iron Fist King?
He coughed lightly a few times.
“Brother Lin.”
The subordinates heard the cough, saw it was Lin Fan, and each showed utmost respect, their eyes filled with adoration.
The strong are respected everywhere, especially subordinates who follow the strong—they worship them beyond measure.
Lin Fan took a club and said to Wu Yong, “You practicing isn’t bad, but be more careful; did you even check these clubs? The splinters on them aren’t sanded off—who could endure getting hit with that?”
Wu Yong leaned in to look closely; sure enough, there were a few sharp splinters on the club that would definitely pierce into the flesh with one hit.
At this moment, Wu Yong recalled: no wonder every time Brother Lin trained, the first step was sanding the clubs—that was the reason.
The subordinate who was screaming from the hits suddenly realized: “No wonder it hurts so much; it was because of this—it’s killing me.”
“Alright, everyone get back to work.” Lin Fan waved his hand.
Leaving two to assist his cultivation.
Front and back pincer attack.
Soon, the warehouse echoed with dull thumping sounds and men’s heavy grunts.
Those who didn’t know might think some earth-shattering physical battle was happening in the warehouse.
Without access to martial arts, he’d first practice what’s shown in the plug-in; he clearly felt the benefits of staff technique—if he had a club in hand, he didn’t know how many he could beat, but definitely not few.
And every time staff technique proficiency increased, the feedback wasn’t just improvement in the technique; crucially, his power would also strengthen.
Feeding back to himself—that was the most terrifying part.
He didn’t know how long passed.
Lin Fan was covered in sweat, his back a uniform red, but unlike before, no bloody welts from the strikes.
Cultivation ended.
Lin Fan panted heavily, taking the towel from a subordinate to wipe his face.
Was this sweat?
No, this was wiping away the crystallization of effort.
Check effort.
【Beginner Staff Technique（Great Accomplishment 508/1000）】
【Beginner Body Refining（Beginner 42/300）】
Very satisfied.
At this time, outside the wharf.
A figure pretended to be a passerby, looking this way and that, but his gaze ultimately stayed on the warehouse.
“Damn it, why won’t this guy come out?” Butler Li muttered; after the gang leader assigned him this matter, he didn’t dare delay a moment, figured out the plan overnight, and put it into action the next day.
This was why he, as butler, had no replacement.
Efficiency, yes, efficiency.
Because he knew that to avoid elimination, he had to show his value; just as he continued waiting, his eyes suddenly lit up.
He came out—the target appeared.
Lin Fan was walking and chatting with Wu Yong when suddenly a figure blocked their path.
“Master Lin, hello.” Butler Li greeted enthusiastically.
“Who are you?”
Lin Fan sized up the other; from his appearance and features, he concluded this guy looked a bit sly—not a good person.
And somewhat familiar.
Suddenly he remembered—this wasn’t the guy following Sun Xiao last night?
What was he here for?
Was retaliation now so open and direct?
“Master Lin, could we step aside to talk?” Butler Li said.
Lin Fan said, “Just say what you have to say; no outsiders.”
Wu Yong was moved to tears: I’m not an outsider.
Seeing the other showed no intent to avoid him, Butler Li analyzed: he’d caught Lin Fan’s expression change from initial puzzlement to realization.
Clearly, he knew who he was.
The other knew who he was yet didn’t avoid him—only one possibility: this was Lin Fan’s confidant.
Thinking of this.
Butler Li piled on smiles and said, “I’m Li San, butler to Fierce Tiger Gang Leader Sun; I’m here not representing my gang leader, but because I really want to get to know Master Lin. Your heroic figure last night is vivid in my mind, unforgettable—would Master Lin do me the honor of coming to Xianwei Tower? I’ll treat.”
Wu Yong nearby heard it was Fierce Tiger Gang.
And immediately tensed up.
In contrast, Lin Fan was calm.
What did this mean?
Inviting to eat?
Trying to win him over?
He knew Xianwei Tower—a famous local restaurant, not cheap and tasty, but ridiculously expensive.
“Oh, so it’s Butler Li, long admired—but I’ve made plans to eat with the brothers; backing out suddenly wouldn’t be good.” Lin Fan pretended to be troubled.
Butler Li was delighted inside.
He’d thought he’d be politely refused, but this situation had real potential.
Thinking of this, he laughed heartily: “What’s that? Master Lin’s brothers are my brothers—bring them all, invite everyone.”
For Butler Li, he just needed to get the job done; as for the cost, it wasn’t coming from his pocket—however many came didn’t matter.
“Mm, in that case, I’ll respectfully accept.” Lin Fan looked at Wu Yong, “Go, call all the brothers; today I’ll take them to Xianwei Tower to taste the good stuff.”
Wu Yong thought to remind Brother Lin that the other’s identity was too sensitive—better not engage.
But seeing Brother Lin’s resolute expression.
He knew words wouldn’t help, so he nodded immediately and hurried off to notify the brothers.
If there’s benefit, I won’t hog it.
For Lin Fan, what Butler Li’s background was didn’t matter; what mattered was he’d already pegged what kind of person Butler Li was.
Sucker.
Right, the legendary big sucker.
Suckers aren’t easy to come by—must bleed him dry.
Restaurant.
Butler Li was shocked; he hadn’t expected Lin Fan to actually call so many brothers—enough to fill three tables. This was no holding back.
Originally, he’d planned to talk alone with Lin Fan in a private room.
But who could’ve thought Lin Fan would say more people meant more fun—in the main hall; next time, private room for a good chat.
What could Butler Li say to that?
First invitation making a connection was already good—can’t rush, take it slow.
The shopkeeper dismissed the waiter, fawning with a smile as he attended, asking Butler Li what dishes; Butler Li passed the menu to Lin Fan to show courtesy.
In his view, Lin Fan would surely pass it back and let him order; he’d already decided on his favorite dishes in his mind.
But unexpectedly, this guy took it without a hint of politeness.
Lin Fan had no other skill in ordering—just picked the most expensive.
Gold and jade in full hall, fish leaping dragon gate, etc.—fancy names he didn’t know, but prices listed after—just go by the priciest.
After ordering seventeen or eighteen dishes, he handed the menu to Butler Li.
“Oh dear, Butler Li, did I order too much? See if we should cross any off.” Lin Fan pretended some embarrassment.
Butler Li still smiled broadly.
Good grief, not a single cheap dish.
But soon, Butler Li reacted: testing, definitely testing—to see his sincerity.
Knowing the ways of dealing, Butler Li smiled and said, “Dishes without wine? Shopkeeper, bring several pots of your most expensive liquor to each table.”
“Yes yes, right away.”
The shopkeeper was overjoyed: worthy of a big spender—one table equaled four or five of others.
At this time, the subordinates at other tables pricked up their ears, matching menu items to prices, each swallowing hard.
So expensive—they’d never eaten such pricey dishes in their lives.
One dish equaled half a month’s wages.
Was this the world of the rich?
Their gazes at Brother Lin burned like the blazing sun: Brother Lin was feeding these hillbilly pigs the finest grains.
Loyalty!
Utmost loyalty.
As for that wretched Butler Li, they didn’t even glance.
At this moment, Lin Fan smiled, proactively chatting with Butler Li, showing a bit of enthusiasm to imply he might soon be bought over.
This sucker seemed truly loaded.
He’d ordered so expensively, yet the other didn’t blink.
Only one possibility: the bill definitely wasn’t from his pocket—likely the Sun Xiao behind him.
Bleed him.
Wield the big knife and chop hard.
Chop as many times as possible.
Freeloading feels so good.
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