C73 The Undercurrent Was Surging

"Do you think you own this place like it's the Zhang Family's?" Wu Yang said sternly, turning to Zhang Hongjun and rebuking him, "The company has its own rules. If you two don't want to keep your jobs, I'll call a board meeting right now and take back your shares."

"What?"

Zhang Hongjun and Zhang Hongxuan turned ashen. They clenched their teeth and glanced at Lin Yin.

Wu Yang's authority was overwhelming. They lacked the confidence to oust him from the board, so they dared not confront him at the moment.

"Assistant Lin, I made a mistake in my decision-making, and I apologize to you," Zhang Hongjun said, struggling to contain his frustration.

"Assistant Lin, I'm sorry for the earlier incident," Zhang Hongxuan added, his face showing displeasure.

Lin Yin nodded slightly, offering a smile. "Just be more careful next time."

Be more careful next time? Zhang Hongjun and Zhang Hongxuan's faces drained of color, seething with irritation at Lin Yin. What did this Trash Son-in-law think he was? He was nothing but a pawn for Wu Yang to chastise them with.

Had Wu Yang not stepped in to reprimand them today, Lin Yin would be the one kneeling and apologizing by now.

Outside the company, Lin Yin was nothing more than a stray dog that anyone could kick around.

Zhang Hongjun gave a cold snort and glared at Lin Yin, "You'd better watch yourself once you're out of here."

They couldn't bear to stay a moment longer, their faces flushed with anger as they stormed out of the office.

Reaching the underground parking lot, Zhang Hongjun and Zhang Hongxuan were seething, looking ready to explode.

"Third Bro, have your wife get in touch with the Zhou Family for us. I've already made arrangements with the Sunn Family," Zhang Hongjun said darkly.

"Big Brother, are you determined to take action?" Zhang Hongxuan asked, his eyes shining with resolve.

"I've had it with Wu Yang. To think that a nobody like Lin Yin could ride on his coattails to bully us!" Zhang Hongjun was livid.

"I can reach out to the Zhou Family anytime. I've been waiting for your word, Big Brother," Zhang Hongxuan stated gravely. "And as for Wang Ziwen, that playboy, I believe we can have a word with him too."

"Hurry up and handle this. If representatives from all three families step forward, Wu Yang's position as the Ning Clan's secret secretary will be rendered useless. We will definitely regain control of Zhang's Jewellery!" Zhang Hongjun declared, his fists clenched with determination.

...

Elsewhere, after his conversation with Zhang Qimo, Lin Yin exited the Precious Cauldron Tower. He had received an urgent text from Shen San, who seemed to be dealing with a situation he couldn't handle on his own. Reaching the roadside, Lin Yin hailed a taxi, intending to head back to Snow Dragon Villa first. Settled in the back seat, he made a phone call.

"Hello, Master Lin, have you finished your business?" Shen San inquired with utmost respect from the other end of the line.

"What's the matter?" Lin Yin responded coolly.

"Master Lin, there's been trouble in the eastern part of the city," Shen San reported gravely. "I've been following your orders, taking over Xie Kun's influence and assets. I've dealt with many troublemakers along the way, but a group of tough characters has recently emerged, and they're proving to be a real challenge. They have three particularly skilled fighters, and my men have suffered significant losses against them," Shen San explained, his voice tinged with anxiety, fearing Lin Yin's disapproval.

"None of your men can handle them?" Lin Yin questioned.

Shen San had been a fixture in Qingyun City's underworld for many years and was well-acquainted with its underground forces. Moreover, as a man of influence in Southern City, he was certainly no pushover.

"They're heavily armed with all sorts of weapons. They've even used heavy snipers and bombs, destroying several of my shops. They've ambushed and taken out some of my key lieutenants. Their tactics are far beyond what you'd expect from common thugs," Shen San said gravely.

"Have you figured out who's backing them?" Lin Yin asked.

"It's the Zhou Family," Shen San replied earnestly. "A young member of the Zhou Family who made a name for himself overseas has returned to Qingyun City. He's reputed to have quite the standing in South America. He's brought back a crew with him, all with ties to international drug cartels. They're ambitious and now they're locked in a fierce battle with me, determined to seize control of the eastern district."

Bang!

Lin Yin was about to say something more to Shen San when suddenly his car jolted violently from a collision at the rear.

Looking up, Lin Yin saw four or five black Mercedes-Benz cars blocking the alley and his taxi.

A group of men in black suits emerged from the vehicles, each wielding a steel rod.

A few of them had a menacing look as they confidently placed their hands in their coat pockets. Lin Yin had a good idea of what they were concealing there.

"Ah!"

The taxi driver, startled by the intimidating display, clutched his chest, his face etched with terror.

In a panic, the driver fled the taxi only to be knocked out cold by a burly man with a single punch and quickly dragged away from the alley.

"Master Lin, what's happening on your end? Are you in trouble? I'm on my way right now," Shen San asked, his voice filled with alarm.

"Wait for my call."

Lin Yin ended the call and stepped out of the car.

No sooner had he exited the vehicle than a dozen burly men with steel rods charged at him, aiming for his face.

Without any unnecessary flair, Lin Yin threw a rapid succession of punches, his movements lightning-fast.

He didn't give them a chance. Within three minutes, Lin Yin had taken them all down.

The men with steel rods lay on the ground, bruised and swollen, whimpering and writhing in pain.

Lin Yin's precise strikes had shattered the bones of everyone who had dared to attack him.

Just then, several meters away, seven or eight men in suits drew handguns from their pockets, the weapons wrapped in black paper with only the barrels showing.

The guns were pointed at Lin Yin from various angles.

"So, you know Kung Fu," a taunting voice rang out.

Wang Ziwen stepped out from a black Mercedes-Benz, eyeing Lin Yin with a mocking grin, flanked by Qin Fei and Shen Hao.

"Go on, keep fighting. Show me what you've got!" Wang Ziwen said with a cold laugh, his arrogance palpable.

Lin Yin simply smiled in response.

"Do you think all my words are lies?" Wang Ziwen gloated over Lin Yin. "If I don't teach you a lesson, you'll never understand the harshness of reality. You were so smug at Zhang's Group earlier. Why stop the act now?"

"Kneel and call me grandpa; I'll only count to ten. Otherwise, I'll shoot you dead," Wang Ziwen said with an icy tone.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five..." Wang Ziwen counted down, but suddenly he noticed Lin Yin hadn't budged. His brow furrowed in annoyance.

He should be kneeling and begging for mercy by now.

Could it be that he's not afraid of a gun?

"Three!"

"Two!"

Wang Ziwen was eager to witness Lin Yin kneel before him.

But to his surprise, Lin Yin still refused to kneel.

"One!"

Wang Ziwen's face twisted into a snarl as he glared at Lin Yin, ready to signal his bodyguards to strike.

"Don't move."

Just then, a chilling voice echoed from behind Wang Ziwen.