Chapter 5: Done In One Go, Smooth As Flowing Clouds—this Is Too Fierce
Promoted so casually?
Lin Fan’s mind stalled. Just by saying some nice words, he coaxed the Hall Master into this state?
Of course, these words definitely couldn’t be said out loud.
“Thank you, Hall Master, for the promotion.” Lin Fan said excitedly.
Wang Changhai patted Lin Fan’s shoulder. “Work hard, don’t disappoint me. Do well, and I’ll ensure you rise up.”
After saying that.
He took out his money bag, originally intending to take out some broken silver, but after thinking about it, he handed the entire money bag to Lin Fan.
“Hall Master, this won’t do.”
“Sigh, from now on you’re this Hall Master’s confidant. How can you get by without some silver on you? Take it.”
“Thank you, Hall Master.”
Wang Changhai smiled in satisfaction, then warned the surrounding gang members to listen to the leader, otherwise the gang rules would deal with them. He said no more and turned to leave.
As the Hall Master, he had nothing much to do every day, basically just wandering around aimlessly. Knowing his own strength was lacking, he had no thoughts of fighting for territory and only wanted to guard this wharf’s patch of land.
Anyway, the wharf had plenty of oil and water; food and drink were no worry.
“Brother Lin, congratulations.”
Wu Yong was extremely excited. He hadn’t expected Brother Lin to be favored by the Hall Master, leaping to become their leader.
Moreover, he considered himself closer to Brother Lin, meaning from now on, no one here would dare bully him.
The surrounding gang members came back to their senses and all fawned with congratulations.
Facing these flatteries, he accepted them calmly, in an exceptionally good mood. Though his goal was to enter the Public Security Bureau, it didn’t affect him becoming the leader. Plus, after becoming leader, he would be free.
With enough time to improve proficiency.
Beep. Leader pattern unlocked.
Lin Fan took some broken silver from the money bag and gave it to Wu Yong. “Tonight, take the brothers for a good meal and drinks. Put it all on my tab.”
“Got it, Brother Lin.”
Wu Yong took the silver and glanced at the surrounding gang members. The meaning was clear: you see, Brother Lin handed the silver to me to arrange, meaning I’m Brother Lin’s confidant, slightly higher in status than you all.
The gang members cheered loudly.
“Long live Brother Lin.”
“Brother Lin is generous. We’re willing to go through fire and water for Brother Lin.”
They who hadn’t studied much knew few characters and had just picked up “go through fire and water.” Some gang members decided to find a storyteller teacher to properly learn some flattering words.
Lin Fan waved his hand for them to return to their posts, and had Wu Yong call the wharf doctor, as the flesh wound on his back would heal faster with some medicine.
He knew this Beginner Body Refining would take some time; he was too prone to injury. But during comprehension, he had captured a faint warm current surging in his body.
It should have slightly improved his physical fitness.
He clenched his fist tightly, his arm tensing, feeling his power had grown a bit stronger.
Not long after, the doctor arrived. Seeing the back injury, the doctor was clearly shocked but stayed calm and applied medicine. After everything was done and the doctor sent off.
He moved his arms around. The back still ached faintly during movements, but he could already endure the pain. He found a wooden stick and continued diligently grinding proficiency.
He couldn’t rest just because of pain. Instead, persisting in martial arts practice under pain could enhance his own will.
Moments later, bursts of whistling sounds from swinging the wooden stick echoed in the warehouse.
For Lin Fan, he wanted to make use of all his time to improve his strength. Though he still hadn’t touched the Martial Way yet, with the panel to improve himself, when he could finally touch the Martial Way in the future, he’d have more choices.
So what was enduring hardship now?
Even eating shit wouldn’t make him frown.
【Beginner Staff Technique proficiency +1】
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As Staff Technique proficiency slowly increased, Lin Fan’s swings grew more forceful. This feeling was simply too wonderful.
Night fell, tonight’s moon very round and bright.
Lin Fan came out of the restaurant and stood at the door, looking up. The noisy voices of his subordinates came from his ears. Originally, he hadn’t wanted to come and let Wu Yong handle it.
But after thinking, he felt it better to come once.
The shopkeeper stood respectfully beside him, full of false enthusiastic hospitality. For the shopkeeper, these few tables tonight were a lot of pressure, knowing they were Loyalty Hall people, fearing this group would get drunk and cause trouble.
“Shopkeeper, serve them with peace of mind. If it’s not enough, come find me at Jili Wharf tomorrow. If they cause trouble, don’t worry, stay far away, and come find me tomorrow. I’ll give you an explanation.” Lin Fan smiled faintly.
“Got it, got it.”
The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly, feeling the man before him quite different from that group of foul-mouth ruffians, giving a very warm and comfortable impression.
“Go get busy.”
Then, he walked toward home. The shopkeeper still stood at the door until that figure gradually vanished into the darkness, then turned and entered the restaurant, with urging voices from upstairs in his ears.
“Bring wine, no more wine.”
“Coming, coming.”
……
Street.
The surroundings very quiet, occasionally with insect chirps.
Lin Fan walked slowly. Having transmigrated alone to this world, how could he not feel lonely? The only thing supporting him was having a cheat, wanting to touch things he’d never touched before.
After all, which man in his youth didn’t dream of flying over roofs and walking walls? No matter how old, he still had such dreams.
Now such an opportunity lay before him.
He naturally wouldn’t miss it.
Suddenly.
Dull hurried footsteps came from behind, like running. Looking back, by moonlight he saw a blurry figure, burly in build, with a flash of silver light. His nerves instantly tensed.
“Blade.”
And this figure was charging at him.
“Person ahead, run fast, we’re from the Public Security Bureau. He’s a killer.” Behind that man, two more were chasing. Seeing a common person ahead of the killer, they immediately shouted a warning.
Killer?
Two months since transmigration, he truly hadn’t seen a killer, but no matter where, killers were dangerous. Moreover, someone daring to do this was likely no simple matter.
Thinking of this, Lin Fan turned and ran without a word.
Though he had some strength, what if the killer was really a master? Charging up recklessly, thinking for a big fight, only to be chopped down by one blade—that would be truly laughable.
Clang!
Weapon clash sound.
And angry roars and curses.
“You fucking bastards, I’ll chop you all to death.”
Clearly, they had engaged.
Lin Fan stopped, looking back, wanting to see what a fight between masters looked like. But after a few glances, he sensed something off.
This blade swinging didn’t look like a master’s.
The killer, relying on his stout build, faintly suppressed them. Meanwhile, one blade struck one man’s arm, and the killer was also slashed once.
In pain, he wailed even louder, ferocious features fully exposed.
At this time, Lin Fan pondered: he worked hard daily studying the law precisely to enter the Public Security Bureau. He also knew many wanted to enter, some with backers.
Relying solely on true talent might not succeed.
If he could connect with Public Security Bureau people, it might help him.
Thinking of this, he already had a plan.
But he hadn’t moved yet—not unwilling, but not the right time. He needed to wait for an opportunity: a dramatic rescue, like a heavenly god descending, smashing the killer.
Soon, the chance to act came.
The younger constable, pained, clutched his arm and slumped to the ground.
Only the middle-aged constable bitterly held on.
Lin Fan moved, sprinting fast, speed increasing, fully bursting his physical fitness. Just as he neared the killer, he leaped up violently, knees bent, knee slamming hard into the opponent’s back.
Bang.
The killer cried out in pain, crashing to the ground. Meanwhile, Lin Fan hands braced the ground, flipped up. As the killer struggled to rise, Lin Fan lifted his leg for a fierce kick, heavily smashing the killer’s lower jaw.
Blood mixed with teeth splashed under the night sky.
The killer’s eyes widened, lost consciousness, head sinking to smash the ground.
This fluid sequence of actions stunned the two constables. In all their years in this line, they’d never seen such decisive, handsome moves.
This, this was too fierce.
