C138 A Phone Call Scared Him out of His Wits

"What are you babbling about, you worthless fool? You think you can wipe out the entire Wang Family with just one hand?" Initially, Wang Chengdao was petrified by Lin Yin's terrifying murderous aura, but then he burst into raucous laughter as if he'd heard the joke of the century.

"Are you trying to be funny? Have you been watching too many movies?"

"Aren't you embarrassed to be boasting so outrageously?"

Wang Guokang and Wang Ziwen joined in the laughter, their faces filled with scorn.

All the members of the Wang Family present reacted the same way; first, they were intimidated by Lin Yin's intense presence, but then they doubled over in laughter.

Is this some kind of joke? The infamous Trash Son-in-law Lin Yin from Qingyun City? He has the audacity to claim he'll annihilate the Wang Family? Is he out of his mind?

"Are you an idiot? You trash, Lin Yin? Always talking about killing entire families—do you think you're some kind of god?" Wang Chengdao said, stroking his beard with an air of smug satisfaction.

Lin Yin just sneered silently, then suddenly lunged forward, swift as a specter. He seized Ding Shenyi, who had taken Zhang Qimo hostage, and delivered a vicious slap that left Ding Shenyi reeling, his vision blurring as he stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Ah! How dare you strike me?" Ding Shenyi stared at Lin Yin in utter disbelief. As he reached for his pistol, a powerful force exploded from within his body, snapping the bones in his hand with a series of sickening cracks. The force spread, instantly shattering the tendons in his limbs, leaving him a crippled, broken man.

Ding Shenyi howled in agony, his body convulsing and dripping with sweat, unable to utter a word. His eyes bulged as he gazed at Lin Yin, as if he were witnessing a mythological figure come to life.

He had heard of such techniques in his travels—this was inner strength! Such a masterful display of inner strength could only belong to a Grandmaster.

How could there be a Grandmaster so young?

"Qimo, you're safe now. Stand behind me," Lin Yin said calmly. He took Zhang Qimo's hand and positioned her behind him.

Zhang Qimo gazed at Lin Yin's retreating figure, a surge of warmth filling her heart.

"What is happening here?"

The Wang Family was taken aback. They had paid a hefty sum for Master Ding's services, and now he was suddenly incapacitated by Lin Yin, unable to utter a word.

"How dare you assault someone on Wang Family territory? What underhanded tactics did you use to ambush Master Ding?" Wang Chengdao demanded furiously, his fists clenched.

Ding Shenyi's followers glared at Lin Yin, furious to see their mentor struck down. They all reached into their pockets, likely going for their guns.

"Get down on your knees! You insolent Trash Son-in-law, thinking you can save your wife? Do you really believe you're capable?" Wang Guokang barked.

Wang Ziwen also scoffed, eyeing Lin Yin with contempt. "Lin Yin, haven't you noticed that even Shen San wouldn't dare to overstep in the presence of the Wang Family? You think you can put on a brave face? I know you've paid Shen San for his services. You're nothing but a lapdog to him!"

Wang Ziwen believed that Lin Yin's repeated requests for Liu Jun's intervention were simply to curry favor with Shen San, serving him like a lackey in exchange for favors.

Now, with Shen San sitting silently in the Wang Family's presence, what could the worthless Lin Yin possibly do?

Sweat beaded on Shen San's forehead as he sensed trouble brewing. The Wang Family's audacity to mock Master Lin was a bold move indeed.

Hadn't they realized why Shen San remained silent? It was out of respect for Master Lin's presence; Shen San wouldn't dare overstep.

"Scared, are you? Lin Yin, you pathetic excuse for a man, just wait and see the spectacle. Watch as your wife falls prey to my Bodyguards!" Wang Ziwen sneered menacingly.

With a grand gesture, a group of burly men surged forward, ready to follow his command.

"Lin Yin, shall we go? Perhaps you could ask your friend Shen San for assistance. He might be willing to help us get back home, right?" Zhang Qimo suggested, her concern for Lin Yin's well-being evident.

In her mind, she was in the heart of the Wang Family's territory. She couldn't even guess how many bodyguards were lurking nearby, each one armed to the teeth.

"Leave?" Lin Yin scoffed. "If they dare to lay a finger on you, I'll ensure they pay dearly."

"Oh? A severe price? Are you trying to intimidate me? Ha!" Wang Guokang laughed mockingly, as if the very idea was absurd.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Just then, Wang Chengdao's phone began to ring.

The Wang Family members fell silent.

He answered the call, and upon seeing the caller ID, Wang Chengdao's expression turned to one of confusion—it was Ning Zongbao.

"Hello, Brother Ning, what a surprise to hear from you. What can I do for you?" Wang Chengdao inquired with utmost courtesy.

Though Ning Zongbao treated him with a certain degree of respect, Wang Chengdao would never presume to see himself as an equal to the Ning Family patriarch.

After all, Ning Zongbao was the head of the Ning Family in Imperial City, the most prominent figure under the Old Master, commanding a fortune in the billions. Without some past clemency, how could the Wang Family have ever forged a connection with the Ning Family?

"Wang Chengdao, are you courting death?" Ning Zongbao's voice came through the phone, stern and severe.

"No, Patriarch Ning, have I somehow offended you?" Wang Chengdao's voice trembled as he asked, clearly intimidated by Ning Zongbao's tone.

On the other end, Ning Zongbao's words were laden with threats, his anger palpable, as if he were ready to fly from Imperial City and deal with Wang Chengdao personally.

Wang Chengdao's grip on the phone slackened, his face turned ashen, sweat beaded on his forehead, and his body shook uncontrollably, as if he had heard the most terrifying news imaginable.

With a thud, the phone slipped from his nerveless fingers and crashed to the floor. Wang Chengdao convulsed, tumbling from his chair to lie crumpled and lifeless on the ground, his face the picture of despair, as if he had lost everything dear to him.

He gazed up at Lin Yin's icy stare, his heart pounding with fear, feeling as though the world was caving in around him.

"Lin Yin!" Wang Chengdao exclaimed, his voice escalating. "No! Master Lin, Grandpa Lin!" He suddenly dropped to his knees, fervently bowing his head to Lin Yin with loud thuds. "I'm begging you, Grandpa Lin, it was my foolishness. Please spare a child for the Wang Family! Don't annihilate us completely!"

Regret and fear were etched across Wang Chengdao's face; he was utterly terrified.

"What's going on here?"

The members of the Wang Family stood rooted to the spot, utterly bewildered. What had transpired to make the old man act this way after just one phone call? Why was he desperately kowtowing to Lin Yin, whom they considered worthless?

The Wang Family members were at a loss.

"Grandpa, what's happening? Why are you begging that good-for-nothing Lin Yin?" Wang Ziwen asked, utterly perplexed.

"Don't you dare call me grandpa, you beast! You're a disgrace to the Wang Family, and you're no longer one of us!"

Wang Chengdao erupted in fury, his anger boiling over. He charged at Wang Ziwen, delivering several resounding slaps that left Wang Ziwen with a bleeding nose and a look of sheer terror in his eyes.