C112 Prepare a Gun!

Lin Yin and Yu Zecheng arrived at a VIP lounge on the 28th floor. Lin Yin took a seat with an air of authority, while Yu Zecheng closed the door, brewed a pot of tea, and stood slightly bowed in front of the desk, as if awaiting orders.

"It seems you've fared quite well in the Imperial City over the years," Lin Yin remarked casually, sipping his tea.

"The position I hold today is entirely due to the skills Master Yin imparted to me all those years ago," Yu Zecheng responded with reverence. "Without Master Yin saving me and teaching me his ways, there would be no Yu Zecheng today—only a grave for Yu Er."

Yu Zecheng's expression was earnest as he bowed his head, not daring to meet Lin Yin's icy gaze. Those eyes brought back memories of a night more than a decade ago—a scene he could never erase from his memory.

Back then, there was no Yu Zecheng, only a reckless youth known as Yu Er. It was Lin Yin who had given him the name Zecheng, a new identity to live up to.

Yu Er was once a mere street thug in the Central Sky District. Following his Big Brother into a turf war with a rival gang leader, they were utterly defeated. Alone and pursued by a mob of armed thugs, he ran for his life.

But Yu Er, with a conscience and kindness still intact, made a choice that would dramatically alter his destiny, propelling him to the pinnacle of his life.

Cornered in an alley with no escape, Yu Er saw a young boy practicing martial arts. He quickly urged the boy to take shelter inside a house, even attempting to carry him to safety.

Knowing his end was near and fearing the boy might be harmed because of him, Yu Er preferred to conceal the boy and face the gang alone.

To his astonishment, the boy floored him with a single punch and then calmly stepped out to confront the gang of ruthless thugs single-handedly.

The sight of that young boy's retreating figure left Yu Er in awe for the rest of his life.

In just ten minutes, the ground was drenched in blood! A dozen gunmen and over twenty knife-wielders were all disabled by a mere ten-year-old boy!

After turning around, the boy addressed Yu Er, "From now on, you'll be known as Zecheng." He then imparted the martial art of Fatal Fist to Yu Er and revealed his own name: Lin Yin.

Subsequently, the boy departed. Yu Er knelt on the ground for a full hour, unable to come to terms with what had happened, fixated only on the boy's profound and icy gaze.

Even if he shared this tale with others, no one would believe it. After all, Master Yin was only ten years old at the time!

Renamed Yu Zecheng, he dedicated himself to mastering Fatal Fist, developing formidable martial arts skills. Within ten paces, he could easily disarm any gunman. Leveraging his physical prowess and sharp intellect, Yu Zecheng swiftly rose to success. Over the years, he became the undisputed ruler of the bustling Central Sky District, amassing great wealth.

Yet, Yu Zecheng never allowed himself to forget Master Yin, fully aware that everything he had, including his life, was a gift from him. Over the years, he had secretly searched for Master Yin in the Imperial City, to no avail.

Yu Zecheng continued to await Master Yin's return, ready to hand over all his achievements and obey his every command as a gesture of gratitude for the grace once bestowed upon him.

He never imagined that, after more than a decade, Master Yin would reappear in the Imperial City.

"Yu Zecheng, my actions that day were merely impulsive. Your current status is the result of your own efforts and ability to seize opportunities," Lin Yin stated serenely.

"If not for you renaming me and providing that moment of enlightenment, I would never have achieved what I have today!" Yu Zecheng responded, deeply moved. "It was also that day when you taught me Fatal Fist. The opening line of the first chapter led me to a profound realization: the true power of this world lies in the strength of one's own hands, and that is the only thing that endures."

"Therefore, all these years, I've diligently maintained my practice of the Fatal Fist. No matter how busy I get, I make it a point to train day and night!"

Yu Zecheng, an orphan with little formal education, has come this far solely by mastering the fist technique taught to him by Lin Yin!

The practice of the Fatal Fist is not just about the physical movements; it also cultivates a strong spirit, a fearless courage, and a commanding way of handling matters. It has transformed his very essence, making his presence commanding, his actions measured, and his spirit indomitable. Naturally, his career has flourished!

"Seeing that you grasp this concept, it's no surprise that you've distinguished yourself," Lin Yin said with a slight nod, clearly impressed with Zecheng.

"Master Yin, my Zecheng Group now boasts a fortune of billions. I wish to offer it to you," Yu Zecheng stated with reverence. "I hope you'll consider staying in Imperial City so that I might have the opportunity to repay your kindness. I can arrange the company transfer within 12 hours!"

"There's no need," Lin Yin replied indifferently. "I came to Imperial City for business, and I'll return once it's completed."

"Master Yin, you're leaving?" Yu Zecheng was visibly shaken, his face a portrait of disbelief as he gazed at Lin Yin.

The calm demeanor of Lin Yin left Yu Zecheng deeply moved. He was prepared to give away a fortune of over ten billion, yet Lin Yin showed no hint of excitement. Such composure was astounding; even heirs to vast fortunes would be ecstatic over a sudden windfall of millions!

With a look of awe, Yu Zecheng watched Lin Yin, then let out a wistful smile, coming to terms with the situation.

Master Yin had only imparted a fraction of his knowledge, yet Zecheng had built an empire with it. To others, ten billion might be an astronomical sum, but to Master Yin, it was hardly worth a second glance.

"Here is the latter part of the Fatal Fist. Continue to practice it diligently," Lin Yin said, handing over a manuscript with an air of nonchalance.

The Fatal Fist was merely a foundational ancient martial art from Dragon Mansion. Lin Yin had shared it with Yu Zecheng on a whim, knowing that at over twenty years old, he wouldn't be able to grasp more complex teachings. The technique was straightforward and effective, a fitting choice for Yu Zecheng's situation.

"Excellent! Thank you, Master Yin!" Yu Zecheng bowed deeply with utmost respect and accepted the Fatal Fist technique. His expression conveyed sheer astonishment, as though he had just received a priceless treasure.

Receiving the Fatal Fist was even more exhilarating for him than the day he first assumed power in the Central Sky District. Yu Zecheng was acutely aware that mastering this extraordinary power would revolutionize his entire being—his energy, spirit, and ambitions would undergo a radical transformation, allowing him to see through all the superficial trappings of the world.

"Master Yin, do you have any specific instructions for my visit to Imperial City this time?" Yu Zecheng inquired earnestly.

"Within three days, I want you to get a clear picture of the Wen Family's situation in Imperial City and ascertain Wen Tianfeng's daily routine," Lin Yin instructed with a steely tone. "Just do your best, and make sure not to raise the Wen Family's suspicions."

"You wish to investigate the Wen Family?" Yu Zecheng, visibly stunned, asked gravely, "Master Yin, do you require me to deploy any of my men?"

"There's no need," Lin Yin replied indifferently. "Just prepare a gun for me."