Chapter 8: Hall Master, I’m Here, Don’t Be Scared, Stick Out Your Chest
The Hall Master was cuckolded.
The Hall Master was humiliated.
Wu Yong spoke endlessly about their encounter, growing angrier and sadder as he went on. He had thought that following the Hall Master out would let him see the world and freeload on food and drink, but who would have thought they didn’t get the food and drink, but instead got a brutal beating.
Lin Fan sighed, finally understanding what had happened.
He could only say… oh, my poor Hall Master.
The Hall Master had a wife at home and a few concubines outside, and the concubine he was with today was an opera singer, dressed up glamorously for going out, making the Hall Master feel he had face bringing her along.
After shopping all day, they just wanted to go to the famous Cui Jing Tower in the city to listen to some opera and cultivate their taste.
Of course, all this was normal situation and shouldn’t cause trouble.
But who would have thought that the Hall Master’s concubine said she was going to relieve herself, leaving the Hall Master waiting left and right without returning. When he went to look for her, he saw an explosive scene: the concubine he cherished was doing that kind of thing with someone else.
And that man even said, “Little slut, am I fierce? Am I awesome? Isn’t it much better than that old waste Wang Changhai?”
Of course, their own Hall Master could endure it, but the next words completely ignited the Hall Master’s fury.
“Awesome, too awesome. He only lasts a few thrusts each time, but you’re the awesome one, making me almost unable to take it.”
A man can’t be told he can’t perform.
Therefore, their own Hall Master completely exploded, flying into a rage, but the result was obvious: the Hall Master was beaten, the other side had more people and power, and many people there to listen to the opera were all prominent figures.
The matter blew up big.
Even more crucial was that the other side had extraordinary status: he was the second son of the Fierce Tiger Gang Leader, young, arrogant and domineering, utterly without righteousness, striking viciously, giving Wang Changhai no face at all.
He even wouldn’t let Wang Changhai leave.
He just wanted to humiliate him in public.
At this moment, Lin Fan was angry. Damn it, who didn’t know he was promoted by Wang Changhai? With their own Hall Master humiliated like this, people outside would laugh at him, and if others knew he followed Wang Changhai, wouldn’t he be laughed at too?
This was no longer just the Hall Master’s matter.
It concerned him, Lin Fan, and even all the brothers around him.
The Hall Master could endure.
He could not.
On the street, a vast crowd headed toward Cui Jing Tower, roadside common people hurriedly making way, looking timid, then whispering among themselves.
Clearly, the local common people didn’t think highly of the gang members.
To be honest, anyway, Lin Fan thought their group of brothers at Jili Wharf were pretty good: they kept to their duties, diligently patrolling the wharf every day, earning meager wages through hard work, self-reliant, worthy of respect.
It was just a few bad apples spoiling the broth and ruining their reputation.
Not long after, Cui Jing Tower came into view. It really was something special: the building was luxurious, clearly not a place their group of poor bastards could come to.
Two people stood at the door, like guards.
When Lin Fan arrived with his large group, the two at the door tensed up, but thinking of the people inside, they straightened up proudly, looking at the approaching Lin Fan without a hint of panic.
Lin Fan stopped at the door, gazing coldly at them.
The two who had been holding on were deterred by that look, involuntarily lowering their heads in submission.
“Hmph.”
Lin Fan snorted coldly, kicking the door open with one foot. Just as he entered, he heard a voice full of arrogance and mockery.
“Wang Changhai, do you really think being Loyalty Hall Master makes you such a big deal? Who doesn’t know how you got to be Hall Master? They say you were daring and fought hard when young, but actually you just flattered your gang leader to get promoted. You really think you’re somebody?”
The speaker was a young man in fine brocade clothes, with an arrogant expression, a glamorous woman nestled beside him.
Very obviously, this guy was the Fierce Tiger Gang’s second son, Sun Yaowei.
He really was showing off his power.
The commotion of Lin Fan kicking the door naturally drew a lot of attention, and Sun Yaowei noticed too.
Only Wang Changhai sat with his back turned, gripping the teacup on the table so tightly his knuckles turned white, head down, body trembling, showing stress symptoms from anger.
At this time, Wang Changhai’s eyes were nearly splitting, feeling stifled, wronged, utterly humiliated.
He had never imagined such an encounter would happen to him.
He was like being nailed to a pillar of shame, enduring unbearable humiliation.
That’s right.
What the other side said was correct.
He did get promoted through flattery, but he was still the fifth Hall Master of Loyalty Hall.
Even if in Loyalty Hall, aside from the gang leader, others looked down on him with disdain.
But he was still the Hall Master.
Logically, in their circles, they saw each other often, so more or less they would give some face.
But now.
This Sun Yaowei gave him no face at all.
He was completely trampling his face underfoot, not just trampling but grinding it repeatedly.
Lin Fan looked around, then up to the second floor, where a group of people crowded around like watching a show, some cracking sunflower seeds, some eating peanuts, all with faces full of schadenfreude.
Clearly, they loved watching the drama.
Especially since the protagonist of this drama was Loyalty Hall Master Wang Changhai.
Lin Fan came behind the Hall Master, who was completely unaware.
So close.
He clearly saw the sweat beading on the Hall Master’s forehead and his pale, greenish face.
He raised his hand and placed it on the shoulder.
Touched by someone, Wang Changhai trembled slightly, then heard a familiar voice by his ear.
“Hall Master, I’m here.”
Hearing the familiar voice, Wang Changhai twisted his stiff neck, lifted his head, and met Lin Fan’s gaze.
Lin Fan saw the despair in the Hall Master’s eyes, and a flicker of hope upon seeing him arrive, but soon that hope turned to inferiority.
Obviously, in the Hall Master’s view, his subordinate whom he had personally promoted had seen him in such a wretched state.
The former prestige was just a facade exposed, bringing shame.
At this moment, Lin Fan could confirm one thing: their own Hall Master’s character wasn’t as tough as he knew; the real Hall Master character was relatively weak.
The so-called toughness was just a facade.
And promoting him to leader to manage Jili Wharf was probably because the Hall Master saw he was good at flattery, similar to his younger self, resonating and thus giving him the promotion opportunity.
But now he just wanted to make the Hall Master understand.
The person you promoted.
Doesn’t just know how to say nice words, but can really fight. Your eyesight is good.
“Kid, who the hell are you?” Sun Yaowei said disdainfully.
No one answered.
Suddenly, someone on the second floor said: “Young Master Sun, this guy is Wang Changhai’s subordinate. I heard he was promoted to leader. I think he got there through flattery too, like master and pupil.”
Chen Liang?
Very good, he hadn’t had time to deal with him lately, but he came knocking on his own. Perfect.
“A-Fan, we…”
Before the words were finished.
Lin Fan placed his palm on the Hall Master’s lower back, straightening his dejected body, and said softly:
“Hall Master, you still have me.”
Hearing this, Wang Changhai trembled all over, staring blankly at Lin Fan whom he had promoted, and for some reason, he slowly straightened his back, as if Lin Fan’s invisible confident power had surged into his body.
Lin Fan turned back and said to his subordinates:
“Guard the door well. Today, not even a fly is allowed to fly out for me.”
These words caused an uproar at the scene.
What an arrogant guy.
Lin Fan walked to the side, bent down to remove a chair leg, swung it casually a few times in his hand, and found it quite handy.
Then he stepped toward where Sun Yaowei was sitting.
Behind Sun Yaowei stood more than ten burly thugs. Seeing someone about to act against their young master, they naturally came out aggressively.
Some twisted their necks with cracking sounds.
Some cracked their fist joints with popping sounds.
Lin Fan’s brothers were just about to step forward to help but were stopped by Lin Fan’s raised hand.
“I told you to guard the door, so guard the door. Don’t worry about anything else.”
