C57 Exasperated!

"Yes, we have to cripple him! This loser thinks he can go toe-to-toe with me and Old Shen just because he knows some martial arts and boxing. He's delusional," Qin Fei said indignantly.

Shen Hao was equally resentful, his voice laced with humiliation, "That bumbling son-in-law of the Zhang Family dares to cross us. He's digging his own grave!"

"Brother Wang, we've lost so much face today. We have to reclaim our dignity, or we'll never be able to look anyone in the eye in the elite circles again," Wu Chuyu said, her frustration palpable. "This man, who relies on a woman, thinks he's got some expertise in collecting and has the audacity to show off in front of us. It's infuriating!"

The incident at Mingbao House today was a complete disgrace. Being shown up by a known good-for-nothing was intolerable.

If they didn't regain their standing, they might as well forget about wielding any influence in their social circle.

"Shen Hao, get someone to sort him out now!" Wang Ziwen ordered, his expression sinister.

"Consider it done!" Shen Hao made a call and strode down the hallway.

"Zhang Qimo really can't see the big picture. Brother Wang, your attention is a great honor for her, and yet she dared to embarrass you," Qin Fei commented.

Wang Ziwen snorted coldly, the thought of Zhang Qimo's beauty stirring a malevolent fire within him.

"Just you wait. I'll make Zhang Qimo my plaything eventually, and let Lin Yin, that spineless fool, watch how I toy with his wife," Wang Ziwen said icily, his eyes brimming with malicious intent.

"Exactly. Zhang Qimo is ungrateful. With Brother Wang's capabilities, everything is easily within his grasp," Wu Chuyu chimed in.

Seething, Wang Ziwen turned to leave. He could feel the strange glances from the other esteemed guests, his face flushed with heat.

He hurriedly left the hall with Qin Fei and the rest, desperate to escape the place of their shame.

"Hahaha! The Wang Family's Second Young Master can be quite the spectacle, can't he?"

"Oh dear! With such a figure in the Wang Family, how can they still claim to be a family of esteemed collectors?"

After Wang Ziwen left, the distinguished guests in the hall burst into laughter, eagerly discussing the event with great enthusiasm.

Lin Yin and Zhang Qimo made their way down the stairs, and Wu Zheng quickly pulled the car up to the curb to wait for them.

"Lin Yin, how did you figure that out? And how did you become so knowledgeable about antiques?" Zhang Qimo couldn't help but ask, her curiosity getting the better of her.

She was astounded to discover that Lin Yin, her husband of several years, had such a profound understanding of antiques. It was truly surprising that even the respected collectors at Mingbao House admired him greatly, to the extent of inviting him to be a distinguished guest of the company. Was this the same Lin Yin she thought she knew, the one who seemed so ordinary?

Lin Yin responded with a smile, "That's a secret."

Zhang Qimo rolled her eyes, though her expression was one of concern. "But it's not going to be that simple. By humiliating Wang Ziwen and the others in public, they won't just let it go," she said worriedly. "The Wang Family is a top-tier household; the entire Zhang Family can't afford to offend them, let alone our own family. Sigh..."

"There's no need to worry about things that haven't happened yet," Lin Yin reassured her calmly. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

"You're telling me not to worry? You're quite confident!" she replied with a hint of sarcasm.

Just then, Zhang Hongyu descended the stairs, visibly livid, glaring at Lin Yin. "You had the nerve to lecture me, your elder. Have you no sense of propriety?" she scolded angrily. "Do you think your bit of knowledge about antiques gives you the right to act so boldly in front of the Wang Family? You've publicly humiliated Ziwen. Do you have any idea how reckless you've been? Are you prepared to face the repercussions of antagonizing the Wang Family?"

"Qimo, let me tell you, this good-for-nothing will bring disaster upon your family sooner or later!" Zhang Hongyu exclaimed. "He thinks he knows a thing or two about antiques, but he's clueless about his own capabilities. And he had the audacity to offend the Wang Family, causing Ziwen to lose face at Mingbao House! Do you think you have the power to withstand the wrath of the Wang Family?"

"His skills are inferior to others, and instead of accepting that, he's taking his anger out on someone else?" Lin Yin shook his head, a cold smirk on his face.

"Do you have any idea of the catastrophe that's looming over you? You fool, you're so arrogant, yet you can't distinguish between basic human decency and the current situation," Zhang Hongyu said coldly, her gaze piercing Lin Yin. "Daring to cross the Wang Family like that, no one in Qingyun City will be able to save you now. You might as well be dead!"

"Qimo, I'm going to make sure your parents understand the gravity of today's events. You must immediately distance yourself from Lin Yin, this waste of space. He cannot stay with the Zhang Family any longer, or it will lead to endless trouble! I'm going to your house right now!" Zhang Hongyu said with determination.

"What can I say?" Zhang Qimo was at a loss for words.

As she spoke, Zhang Hongyu had already headed to her car, impatient to speak with Qimo's parents and devise a plan to kick Lin Yin out of the Zhang Family.

"Qimo, you should head home," Lin Yin said firmly. "Wu Zheng, please take Chief Director Zhang home. If anything comes up on the way, call me immediately."

"Don't worry, Director Lin. I'll make sure Chief Director Zhang gets home safely," Wu Zheng said seriously from the driver's seat.

"Aren't you coming home?" Zhang Qimo asked, puzzled.

"I still have some matters to attend to. I'll be back later. You go on ahead," Lin Yin said with a reassuring smile.

Zhang Qimo, still uncertain, didn't say anything more and got into the car.

Wu Zheng started the vehicle and drove away from the antique street.

Lin Yin glanced at the black Mercedes parked across the street, a slight smile on his lips, and then walked towards a nearby alley.

Click!

The alley was dark and deserted, with a cool breeze blowing. Lin Yin, expressionless, lit a cigarette.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a sleek black Mercedes drifted into the alley, the sound of its tires screeching on the pavement.

In no time, five or six imposing men in suits stepped out of the car. They had a threatening presence, their cold eyes fixed on Lin Yin as they approached.

Suddenly, five or six burly men in suits descended from the vehicle. Their faces were stern, their gazes icy as they closed in on Lin Yin. Each man wielded a solid steel rod, their menacing demeanor palpable.

"You're a piece of trash, and you still dare to wait for us here? You're really asking for trouble!" the leader of the men in suits scoffed with a cold sneer.

"Do you have any idea who you can't afford to mess with in Qingyun City?" he continued, his laugh chilling. "Break his legs for me!"

With a commanding gesture, the suited man led the charge, steel rod in hand. The four or five bodyguards, equally imposing in their suits, didn't hesitate, rushing toward Lin Yin with their steel rods at the ready.

These individuals were swift and skilled; they were no mere ruffians but highly trained, professional bodyguards.

Lin Yin, his expression unreadable, pinched out the cigarette in his hand.

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