C78 He Descended from the Sky

East District, beside the Qingyun River, Longhu Pier.

Unlike the deserted Flying Fish Pier, this was a bustling dock reliant on boat traffic, surrounded by numerous operational factories and warehouses brimming with goods.

The entire area was owned by Qingyun City's Zhou Family.

The workers who normally bustled around the factories and docks had vanished.

On the vacant concrete expanse by the pier, dozens of off-road vehicles were parked, each one filled with burly men. The fleets from both sides appeared to be in a standoff.

A tea table was set up in the middle, with two individuals seated across from each other.

Shen San, donned in a floral shirt, was fidgeting with his prayer beads. Opposite him sat a young man exuding a chilly aura, clad in a brown jacket, his gaze piercing and malevolent.

Nearby on a platform, a hefty man wielding a machete was locked in combat with a middle-aged man in his thirties. Their exchange of punches and kicks, each strike lethal and aimed at their opponent's weak points, was a heart-stopping spectacle.

Suddenly, the machete in the hands of the larger man was snapped in two by the bare hands of his adversary, the pieces clattering to the ground. Moments later, a powerful kick sent the big man flying out of the ring. He crashed to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood before falling unconscious.

The young man in the brown jacket burst into applause, laughing heartily.

"Well fought!"

"San Ye, it seems you don't have anyone who can put up a fight," Zhou Binn sneered with a smug look on his face. "Master Liu alone has taken down more than ten of your champions. Even his two senior brothers didn't get a chance to step in!"

Shen San's expression soured as he glanced at the dozen or so fallen underground boxing champions and martial arts masters writhing and moaning behind him. They had all been defeated, their martial arts crippled, limbs broken, left as nothing more than invalids.

Following Lin Yin's orders, Shen San had challenged Zhou Binn to a decisive battle, adhering to the age-old martial world traditions. They would send their fighters to the docks to contend for control of the East District. To his dismay, not one of his formidable underground fighters or the trained warriors from the martial arts schools could withstand their opponents.

Zhou Binn commanded three martial arts experts, reputed to be brothers from the same school. He had only sent the least skilled among them, a junior brother named Liu, who had already won over a dozen rounds. Zhou's men were so formidable that they could defeat armed opponents without wielding any weapons themselves.

"Third Master, it seems no one on your side dares to step up to the challenge anymore," Zhou Binn said, blowing on his hot cup of tea with a smug smile. "I have great respect for you as a senior gang leader in Qingyun City. Here's the deal: this cash is for your brothers' tea money. From now on, you don't need to bother coming to the Eastern District again."

With a snap of his fingers, a foreign bodyguard behind him tossed a black briefcase onto the tea table. Opening it revealed a trove of gleaming U.S. dollars.

"Here's a million dollars. Take it and go; I won't see you out," Zhou Binn declared, exuding the air of a victor over Shen San.

"You think you can take over the Eastern District with this paltry sum? You're dreaming!" Shen San scoffed, not even glancing at the briefcase of money. "Zhou Binn, if you value your life, take your men and leave the Eastern District now. Delay, and you'll miss your chance."

Zhou Binn's sneer turned cold. "Shen San, you can't beat me, neither in the open nor in secret. No one in the ring can withstand my men. Do you really think you can outgun me with just a few spears and iron clubs?"

"Are you testing my patience? Why haven't you and your men left the Eastern District yet? What are you waiting for?"

Shen San's face darkened as he spoke with authority, "If you want the Eastern District, you'll need to get the approval of Big Brother."

"Trying to intimidate me?" Zhou Binn retorted, slamming his teacup down with a thud.

In a flash, two middle-aged men in white training attire at Zhou Binn's side lunged forward with the speed of thunder, seizing Shen San's shoulders and pinning him down on the tea table, rendering him immobile.

Before Shen San's personal bodyguards could even draw their guns, they were kicked to the ground, coughing up blood, as their weapons skittered across the floor, landing over ten meters away.

"Are you trying to bluff me? I hail from the Zhou Family, and this pier is their property!" Zhou Binn eyed Shen San with a mischievous look. "And who is your Big Brother? Can he take on the Zhou Family?"

"My Big Brother isn't here. Would you dare lay a finger on me?" Shen San retorted coldly, his aura undiminished even as he was pinned to the table.

In the distance, a convoy of more than twenty black SUVs rolled up, coming to a halt behind Shen San. The men inside seemed restless and eager.

Zhou Binn squinted, a hint of curiosity in his voice, "Who is your Big Brother?"

"Lin Yin," Shen San replied gravely.

"Lin Yin?" Zhou Binn's demeanor turned thoughtful as he pondered which influential figure in Qingyun City bore the Lin surname. Considering that even Shen San of Southern City acknowledged him as Big Brother, he must be someone of significance.

"Isn't the Big Brother you're referring to the infamous Trash Son-in-law of the Zhang Family in Qingyun City?" Zhou Binn suddenly remembered, his face contorting with scorn as he burst into laughter. "Shen San, if you're trying to intimidate someone, at least choose someone more imposing. Even after returning from abroad, I've heard of this Lin Yin's pathetic reputation among the elite families."

Shen San just sneered silently, well aware of Master Lin's formidable true nature. Those who underestimated Master Lin as a weakling never fared well.

"How amusing! Summon Lin Yin for me; I'm quite eager to meet this notorious weakling in person!" Zhou Binn declared disdainfully.

At that moment, a cacophony of sounds filled the air.

Over the Qingyun River, waves churned violently. A black helicopter, its rotors whirring, descended gracefully from the sky.

Zhou Binn's gaze sharpened as he fixed his eyes on the helicopter. The men in the SUVs also turned their attention to the approaching aircraft.

Aboard the helicopter, Lin Yin donned a black trench coat, an uncommon sight. His expression was icy, exuding a deadly aura. He extinguished the cigarette in his hand and approached the cabin door, flinging it open to let in a howling gust that tousled his dark hair.

"Master Lin, Third Master Shen is down there negotiating with Zhou Binn. The helicopter will land in three minutes. Please, take a seat and wait," the pilot, known as 'Flying Tiger,' advised, unsure of what Master Lin intended to do next.

"I'm not waiting any longer," Lin Yin declared, his voice as cold as ice. With a single step, he soared into the air, ascending gracefully against the breeze.

Feihu's heart pounded with fear, his hands nearly losing their grip. The helicopter wobbled slightly. Staring at the open cabin door, his face was etched with disbelief.

He gauged the distance to the ground—dozens of meters below, nearly the height of a ten-story building. And yet, Lin Yin had leapt without hesitation?

Below, Zhou Binn was equally dumbfounded, along with everyone else who witnessed the scene. They gaped at the silhouette plummeting from the helicopter. Such a height would severely injure anyone jumping from just the second or third floor!

With a resounding thud, a young man landed firmly on the concrete, bending at the waist and touching the ground with one hand. His windbreaker billowed around him as he rose to his full height, a silver suitcase in hand, encased in a black glove. Step by measured step, he advanced toward Zhou Binn.

Clad in his black windbreaker, his hair tousled by the wind, the man's piercing gaze radiated an intimidating chill and a fearsome aura of lethal intent.

Zhou Binn, paralyzed with fear, could only stare wide-eyed at the enigmatic figure who had descended from the heavens.

"You! Who exactly are you?"