C79 Blood on the Flag!

"Junior brother, am I seeing things right?"

The three masters beside Zhou Binn rubbed their eyes, exchanging incredulous glances.

They hadn't seen any parachute or safety rope! What kind of movie magic was this? How did he manage to land safely?

Everyone was utterly astonished; he was truly miraculous.

"Master Lin, you've arrived!" exclaimed Shen San, visibly shaken. The moment he spotted Lin Yin, he felt a surge of confidence, completely disregarding the experts Zhou Binn had brought along.

Even though Shen San had previously witnessed Master Lin dodging bullets, the sight of him descending from the heavens was still profoundly intimidating.

Especially today, Lin Yin's demeanor gave Shen San an entirely new impression.

If Lin Yin had always seemed composed, now he resembled an unsheathed divine sword, its brilliance on full display.

"Master Lin? Could it be Lin Yin, your Big Brother?" Zhou Binn asked, his voice tinged with surprise and uncertainty. He could hardly believe it.

Zhou Binn sized up Lin Yin, meeting his icy gaze. He quickly averted his eyes, feeling a bone-chilling fear.

Was this the infamous Trash Son-in-law? His presence was far more menacing than any international drug lord Zhou Binn had ever encountered.

"You're Zhou Binn?" Lin Yin inquired, his tone icy.

"What if I am? Stop putting on an act. You think this is some kind of movie special effect? What are you up to?" Zhou Binn retorted, his inner turmoil betraying his outward bravado.

Had it not been for Lin Yin's notorious reputation as the Trash Son-in-law, Zhou Binn wouldn't have had the nerve to confront him.

Despite witnessing it firsthand, Zhou Binn still found it hard to believe that a well-known Trash Son-in-law could possess such formidable skills. To descend from a helicopter unscathed? Surely, he must have employed some sort of deception!

Lin Yin glanced at the three middle-aged men standing beside Zhou Binn and said, "The three of you, come at me together."

Zhou Binn looked at his three experts and commanded coldly, "Master Liu, show me what you've got. I want you to leave him crippled."

Regardless of whatever sleight of hand the Trash Son-in-law was using, the three martial arts masters Zhou Binn had enlisted were capable of breaking blades barehanded and shattering stones with their strength. Their martial prowess was unmatched! Surely the three of them could take down this young upstart.

Reflecting on the situation, Zhou Binn regained some confidence.

Master Liu paused, exchanging uncertain looks with his two elder disciples. They all gave a slight nod in agreement.

"You're being quite arrogant, aren't you? We don't make a habit of ganging up on the few. I'll be the first to take you on!"

Liu Jun declared, his voice tinged with anger as he stepped forward.

No sooner had Liu Jun spoken than a sudden gust of wind arose, followed by a dull thud that sounded like a heavy blow. Liu Jun was sent flying back over ten meters before crashing to the ground.

Clutching his chest, Liu Jun coughed up blood, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at Lin Yin.

A cold smirk played on Lin Yin's lips. Liu Jun had so little skill that with minimal effort, Lin Yin had left him incapacitated.

"Good heavens!"

Liu Jun's two elder brothers were at a loss for words. Initially, they suspected Lin Yin had used some concealed weapon, but upon closer inspection, they realized he had simply hurled an iron plate from the tea table, sending Liu Jun sprawling and spitting blood.

Could an iron plate wield such power?

Without a second thought, Liu Jun's brothers sprang into action, moving with the ferocity of tigers as they lunged at Lin Yin from both sides. Their hands, trained for over a decade, had the power to split stones and crush monuments as they aimed for Lin Yin's head.

Yet, Lin Yin stood his ground, effortlessly catching their wrists and delivering a swift side kick.

His actions were clean and efficient.

The brothers were sent flying like kites with their strings cut, landing over twenty meters away. They collapsed, clutching their chests and coughing up blood, gasping for air.

"How can this be?" Zhou Binn was stunned, stumbling back a few steps.

The Liu brothers were highly skilled fighters he had spent millions to enlist. They could bend metal and shatter stone with their bare hands! They had effortlessly defeated several renowned underground boxing champions under Shen San's command, yet they were now effortlessly flung aside by the man once dismissed as a Trash Son-in-law?

Liu Jun had seemed like an unstoppable force, a veritable terminator.

"No matter what tricks you're playing, you're a dead man!" Zhou Binn snarled, lifting his finger to make a sign.

As Lin Yin was about to step forward, he was momentarily blinded by a burst of red light, causing him to furrow his brow.

An unseen infrared beam had targeted his eyes—a warning of a heavy sniper lurking nearby.

"Zhou Binn, you're not playing fair. You resort to tricks after losing? You actually had a heavy sniper in place beforehand?" Shen San exclaimed furiously.

He recognized the telltale red dot on Lin Yin's forehead and knew exactly what it meant: a sniper rifle had him in its sights.

Zhou Binn smirked maliciously. "I just like to keep an ace up my sleeve. I never imagined you'd push me this far."

It was a survival tactic he'd picked up during his time abroad, one that had saved him on numerous occasions.

"The sniper I've arranged is a top-notch marksman from the Middle East, with a flawless track record," Zhou Binn said icily, staring down Lin Yin. "Make one wrong move, and your brains will be splattered."

Lin Yin's mouth curled into a mocking smile as he advanced towards Zhou Binn.

Zhou Binn's gaze turned venomous, and with a flick of his lighter, it seemed he had signaled an unseen command.

The air seemed to howl, a gale sweeping through, as a piercing sonic boom erupted!

Shen San's associates all broke out in a cold sweat.

The sharp clang of metal rang out as a long cartridge bullet hit the concrete, sparking and leaving a deep gouge.

Lin Yin remained in place, though he appeared to have subtly shifted his stance.

"Did the sniper miss?" Zhou Binn's face drained of color in fear.

The sniper was a foreigner who had returned with him from overseas; there was no way Shen San could have turned him. And a rookie mistake was out of the question.

Could Lin Yin have anticipated and evaded the shot?

Zhou Binn racked his brain but couldn't make sense of the situation.

Lin Yin's gaze turned icy as he eyed a tall building to his right. His suitcase lay open, his gloved hand gripping a gleaming silver Desert Eagle.

Three shots rang out, shattering the factory's sixth-floor windows. A figure plummeted from the building, landing with a crash, their fate unknown.

Zhou Binn watched as Lin Yin approached with a chilling smile. Terror drained the color from his face, and fear swiftly took over his mind, prompting him to cry out in panic.

"Don't kill me! I belong to the Zhou Family! I'll pay you whatever you want—I have plenty of money! I'll even hand over control of the East District to you!"

Lin Yin moved with the speed of lightning, charging forward and snapping Zhou Binn's neck.

Silence enveloped the area as everyone's hearts raced.

It took a moment for Shen San to regain his composure, and when he did, he spoke with a tremor in his voice, "Master Lin, this dock is the property of the Zhou Family. We can't keep this a secret. With Zhou Binn dead, the Zhou Family will seek vengeance against you to the bitter end!"

"I intend to use his blood to stain your banner red," Lin Yin responded icily. "Without Zhou Binn's death, how will you ever assert your dominance over Qingyun City?"

"You think I'm merely jesting when I say I'll make you the most influential man in the Eastern Sea? If the Zhou Family resists, then I will use the entire Zhou Family as a banner sacrifice."

Lin Yin's words were delivered with a deceptive calm, yet beneath that tranquility lurked a maelstrom of violence and bloodshed.