C113 Once Lin Yin Returns He will be Allowed to Leave

Five minutes later, Lin Yin and Yu Zecheng arrived at the Zecheng Group's underground secret chamber.

With a clang, Yu Zecheng spun the gear-operated combination lock and pulled open the heavy steel door. Inside, the room brimmed with technology, complete with an infrared scanning and alarm system.

Iron shelves lined the room, each holding elongated steel boxes.

Lin Yin approached and casually picked up one of the boxes. He flipped open the lid to reveal a sleek, black sniper rifle with a deadly aura and a glossy metallic sheen.

Yu Zecheng's mouth twitched involuntarily. The specialized steel box, along with the hefty sniper rifle and its dedicated ammunition case, weighed hundreds of pounds. He would need both hands just to lift it. Yet, Master Yin effortlessly grabbed it with one hand, even prying open the specialized lock with ease!

"Master Yin, there's only one twelve-millimeter special bullet left in the box," Yu Zecheng reported earnestly. "I can procure a batch of bullets from the overseas black market within a day."

"One bullet will suffice," Lin Yin replied nonchalantly as he caressed the lethal weapon.

He then tossed the rifle back into the steel box and snapped the lid shut.

"I'll return in three days. Ensure that you've handled the task I've given you. I expect not to be disappointed," Lin Yin stated icily.

"Yes, Master Yin!" Yu Zecheng bowed his head in a nod, his demeanor utterly respectful. He didn't dare inquire further into Lin Yin's affairs; the stakes were too high.

Though Yu Zecheng was unclear about Master Yin's intended target, he had a hunch that it might be the Wen Family of Imperial City.

The Wen Family had the power to obliterate the Qi Family overnight and take their place. Now, they were the dominant force in Imperial City, an entity of immense influence.

Yu Zecheng himself was worth over ten billion and was the First Bro of the Central Sky District. His influence was considerable, yet he wouldn't dare cross a top-tier family like the Wen Family. If they chose to strike against him, his family could be eradicated in a single night, their entire empire reduced to ashes.

Lin Yin lit a cigarette and exited the basement.

Yu Zecheng respectfully escorted him out, watching Lin Yin's retreating figure.

He inhaled deeply, his tense nerves finally beginning to relax.

Ordinary people might not notice, but as someone who had trained in ancient martial arts, he could feel the killing intent emanating from Master Yin's presence. It was as if a knife was suspended above his head, leaving him shaking with trepidation.

"The Imperial City is about to experience strong winds," Yu Zecheng remarked with a sigh.

Having left the Zecheng Group, Lin Yin hailed a taxi to the nursing home near Mount Purple Dragon.

This was the most prestigious sanatorium in Dragon Country, home to the most distinguished and honored statesmen.

Lin Yin was planning to visit his grandfather, whom he hadn't seen in over a decade. Now, in this world, he had only this one blood relative remaining...

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped at the security perimeter surrounding Mount Purple Dragon, a military no-go zone where no unauthorized person could enter.

Stepping out of the car, Lin Yin approached the cordon.

A line of military guards, armed and vigilant, carrying standard rifles, marched towards him, eyeing Lin Yin with stern expressions.

"Sir, this area is off-limits to civilians," a guard captain with the rank of major stated firmly.

"Not allowed for civilians, huh?" Lin Yin said, a hint of a smile on his lips as he produced a pure silver Dragon Mark certificate from his shirt pocket.

The major's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of the badge.

"Sir, please, come in!"

"Salute!"

The major snapped to attention, delivering a crisp salute, followed in unison by the line of guards.

With an impassive face, Lin Yin entered the significant military zone of Mount Purple Dragon.

Once Lin Yin had departed, a young guard, his face a mix of surprise and confusion, whispered, "Captain, this is Mount Purple Dragon! Who was that young man? Why did you let him through without any checks?"

"Captain, what was that young man's identity? Were you afraid?" another guard asked, puzzled.

Are they joking? In the Imperial City, the guards at the gates held more sway than some officials!

And they were not just any guards; they were special personnel from the Security Division, tasked with the solemn duty of protecting national treasures and esteemed retirees.

"Stop asking! This isn't for you to question," the captain interjected sharply. "Act as if nothing happened, got it?"

The members of the Security Division all kept silent. In such a specialized role, there were many things better left unquestioned.

The captain's expression was complex as he watched Lin Yin walk away.

Accustomed to encountering influential figures, he was nonetheless profoundly shaken. This young man in the white shirt—his identity must be incredibly powerful...

Meanwhile, in East Sea Province, Qingyun City.

At Snow Dragon Villa, a procession of moving trucks was in action.

At the heart of the villa, belonging to Lin Yin, several movers were busy shuttling furniture in and out.

"Get rid of all this trash. What era are we living in? Keeping these antiques at home is just asking for embarrassment when we have guests over for banquets," Lu Yahui said dismissively, instructing the movers to discard the rosewood, sandalwood, and century-old mahogany pieces.

"Madam Lu, this was Director Lin's arrangement. It might not be appropriate to dispose of these items before he returns," Lee Pu interjected, unable to watch in silence.

He had been instructed by the young master to simply perform his duties as a housekeeper.

Yet, the young master's mother-in-law was making a grave mistake! She was treating a set of bright yellow pear wood furniture—pieces that Lin Yin had acquired for tens of millions, crafted from various precious woods by master artisans—as mere rubbish to be thrown away.

Such a lack of discernment!

"What's the issue? It's my property, and I'll manage it as I see fit. What concern is it of yours?" Lu Yahui retorted angrily. "And you, an old butler, why do you talk so much?"

"Are you still addressing me as Ms. Lu? From now on, you will refer to me as CEO Lu, understood?" she declared haughtily.

"Only that good-for-nothing would have such poor taste, selecting outdated furniture like some country bumpkin. It's utterly disgraceful," Lu Yahui continued coldly, directing the movers, "Yes, that's right! Throw it all out and replace it with the Western-style furniture I've purchased."

"Do you see that? Now that's what I call fashion taste!" Lu Yahui exclaimed with pride, gesturing towards the array of sofas and furniture, "This European-style set cost me over a hundred thousand! Lin Yin is such a miser, living in this top-tier villa thanks to Qimo's influence, and yet he buys worthless trinkets from the countryside. So stingy!"

"This is furniture that Director Lin spent a lot of money on; it's really not right to just discard it!" Lee Pu earnestly attempted to reason.

"Pshaw!" Lu Yahui spat dismissively, her face contorted with scorn. "A lot of money? In his eyes, furniture worth a few hundred or thousand yuan is considered expensive?"

Lee Pu's mouth twitched involuntarily as he surveyed the mediocre furniture that had been brought into the house, feeling his heart condition flare up.

What terrible taste was this? To buy such rubbish furniture, the total cost of which wouldn't even match the price of a single chair in the young master's study! And she treasures it?

Was she really planning to throw away the entire set of furniture purchased by the young master?

Lee Pu sighed internally, yet he held his tongue. No matter what he said, even if he informed Lu Yahui about the true value of the furniture, she wouldn't listen or believe him.

Inviting this couple to move into the villa was a mistake—it had utterly degraded the young master's setup!

"Right, go pry open the third-floor door, get rid of all the furniture inside, and replace it with new pieces," Lu Yahui ordered once more.

"Ms. Lu! That's not acceptable! The third floor is Director Lin's private space. He sealed it off because he didn't want to be disturbed," Lee Pu interjected urgently.

"Oh? Director Lin's private space? What gives him the right to occupy an entire attic floor? The nerve!" Lu Yahui sneered, her voice icy with rebuke, "This villa was provided by the Zecheng Group for my daughter. Allowing Lin Yin to stay in one room was already a privilege. Now he has the audacity to claim the entire third floor? That's laughable."

"And another thing," she continued sharply, "from now on, you will address me as CEO Lu. Did you get that? Make the mistake again, and I'll slap you!" Lu Yahui's cold command echoed, her demeanor that of someone accustomed to giving orders.

Oh, Zhang Xiufeng, I'm going to give my nephew a call later. With such a large house, we really should make the most of it," Lu Yahui said joyfully. "I want to invite my brothers and their children over to stay. After all these years, it's time to show off how well I'm living! Oh, and this villa is huge—it could fit hundreds of people, couldn't it? I'm thinking of renovating the back rooms and renting them out. I could make a decent amount of money from the rent!"

"That's not possible! Director Lin has explicitly stated that we can't let strangers move in!" Lee Pu protested urgently.

"Director Lin said that? Since when does his word carry any weight?" Lu Yahui scoffed, her pride evident. "When Lin Yin returns, I'll make sure he's shown the door! What gives that lowlife, who's been leeching off my daughter, the right to stay in such a luxurious villa?"