How come I'm invincible?

Chapter 8 Hall Master, I'm here! Don't be afraid, straighten your back!

The patriarch was cheated on.

The hall master was humiliated.

Wu Yong recounted their ordeal incessantly, growing angrier and more distressed with each word. They had thought that following the leader would broaden their horizons and provide them with free food and drink, but instead of enjoying the food and drink, they had been given a severe beating.

Lin Fan sighed, finally understanding what had happened.

All I want to say is... my poor patriarch.

The gang leader has a wife and several lovers outside. The lover he accompanied today is an opera singer. She was dressed up in a flamboyant manner when she went out, which made the gang leader feel that he was very proud to take her out.

After a whole day of shopping, I thought I'd go to the famous Cuijing Tower in the city to listen to some opera and cultivate my taste.

Of course, these are all normal situations, and nothing should go wrong.

But who could have imagined that the patriarch's mistress said she was going to relieve herself, and the patriarch waited and waited but never saw her. When he went to look for her, he saw an extremely shocking scene: his beloved mistress was actually doing *that* with someone else.

And that guy even said, "You little slut, am I strong or not? Am I powerful or not? Am I much more powerful than that old good-for-nothing Wang Changhai?"

Of course, their leader was able to tolerate it, but what he said next completely ignited his anger.

Amazing, so amazing! He only does a few strokes each time. Master is much more powerful. I can hardly stand it anymore.

A man cannot be told he is incapable.

Therefore, his own leader completely lost his temper and flew into a rage. But the result was obvious: the leader was beaten. The other side had a large number of people, and many of them were prominent figures who had come to watch the play.

The matter has become a huge scandal.

More importantly, the other party was no ordinary person; he was the second son of the leader of the Fierce Tiger Gang. He was young, arrogant, domineering, and utterly unethical. He was ruthless and showed no respect for Wang Changhai whatsoever.

They wouldn't even let Wang Changhai leave.

It's about publicly humiliating someone.

At this moment, Lin Fan was furious. Damn it, who doesn't know that he was promoted by Wang Changhai? His own hall master was humiliated like this and would be laughed at when he went out. If people knew that he followed Wang Changhai, wouldn't he be laughed at in the same way?
This is no longer just a matter for the hall master alone.

It was about Lin Fan, and even about his brothers.

The hall master is patient.

He couldn't bear it.

On the street, a large crowd rushed toward Cuijing Tower. People on the roadside gave way, their faces showing fear, and then they whispered among themselves.

Clearly, the local people did not have a high opinion of the gang.

To be honest, Lin Fan thought the brothers at Jili Wharf were pretty good. They were dutiful, diligently patrolled the wharf every day, earned meager wages through hard work, and were self-reliant, which was respectable.

A bunch of rotten apples spoiled the whole bunch, ruining their reputation.

Before long, Cuijing Tower came into view. It was indeed a fine place, with luxurious architecture. It was clear at a glance that it was not a place that a bunch of poor bastards like them could afford.

Two people stood at the door, seemingly guards.

When Lin Fan appeared with his large group, the two men at the door felt a pang of anxiety, but thinking of the people inside, they straightened their backs and looked at Lin Fan who was approaching without any panic.

Lin Fan stopped at the doorway, looking at them with a cold gaze.

The two who were initially holding on were intimidated by that look and involuntarily lowered their heads in submission.

"Humph."

Lin Fan snorted coldly, kicked open the door, and as soon as he entered, he heard an arrogant and mocking voice.

"Wang Changhai, do you really think you're so great just because you're the head of the Loyalty Hall? Everyone knows how you got this position. You say you were brave and daring when you were young, but it was just because you flattered your gang leader that you were promoted. Do you really think you're someone important?"

The speaker was a young man, dressed in fine clothes, with an arrogant expression, and a glamorous woman was leaning against him.

Clearly, this guy is Sun Yaowei, the second young master of the Fierce Tiger Gang.

They really are showing off their power.

Lin Fan's kicking down the door naturally attracted the attention of many people, including Sun Yaowei.

Only Wang Changhai sat there with his back turned, gripping the teacup on the table tightly, his knuckles white, his head bowed, his body trembling, showing signs of stress from anger.

At this moment, Wang Changhai's eyes were about to burst, filled with resentment, grievance, and utter humiliation.

He never imagined that such a thing would happen to him.

I felt as if I were nailed to a pillar of shame, suffering unbearable humiliation.

That's right.

The other party is right.

He did indeed rise to power through flattery and praise, but he was ultimately the fifth head of the Loyalty Hall.

Even though he was in the Loyalty Hall, and apart from the gang leader, everyone else looked down on him with contempt and disdain, he was still the hall master.

Logically speaking, people in the underworld are bound to run into each other frequently, so they should give each other some face.

But now.

Sun Yaowei didn't give him any face at all.

It was as if his face was being trampled on the ground, not only trampled on, but repeatedly crushed.

Lin Fan looked around and then looked up at the second floor. A group of people were watching the show, some eating sunflower seeds and others eating peanuts, all with gloating smiles on their faces.

Clearly, they are enthusiastic about watching plays.

Especially noteworthy is that the main character of this play is Wang Changhai, the head of the Zhongyi Hall.

Lin Fan approached the hall master from behind, without the hall master noticing.

So close.

He clearly noticed the sweat beading on the hall master's forehead and his pale, bluish complexion.

He raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder.

Wang Changhai trembled slightly as he was touched, and a familiar voice reached his ears.

"Master, I've arrived."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Wang Changhai twisted his stiff neck, raised his head, and met Lin Fan's gaze.

Lin Fan saw the despair in the hall master's eyes, as well as the glimmer of hope he had when he arrived, but that glimmer of hope quickly turned into inferiority.

Clearly, in the hall master's eyes, he was in a terrible state because his own hand-picked subordinate had seen him in such a disheveled state.

The former prestige was merely the shame of having one's disguise exposed.

At this moment, Lin Fan was certain of one thing: his own sect leader's personality was not as tough as he knew; in fact, the sect leader's personality was rather weak.

The so-called toughness is just a facade.

The reason the leader promoted him to the position of manager of Jili Wharf was probably because he found that the leader was good at flattery, which was similar to the leader's own skills when he was young. This resonated with the leader, who then gave him the opportunity to advance.

But all he wanted to make the leader understand was this.

The person you promoted.

He's not just good at saying nice things; he's really good at fighting. You have a good eye for talent.

"Kid, who the hell do you think you are?" Sun Yaowei said disdainfully.

No one answered.

Suddenly, someone on the second floor said, "Young Master Sun, this guy is Wang Changhai's subordinate. I heard he was promoted to a leader. I think he got there by flattering and praising others. It's a family tradition."

Chen Liang?

Great! I haven't had time to deal with him lately, but he's come to me on his own initiative. Very good.

“Afan, we…”

The words are not finished yet.

Lin Fan placed his palm on the hall master's lower back, straightening his slumped body, and said softly:
"Master, you still have me."

Upon hearing this, Wang Changhai trembled and stared blankly at Lin Fan, whom he had promoted. For some reason, he slowly straightened his back, as if an invisible force of confidence from Lin Fan had flowed into his body.

Lin Fan turned around and said to his subordinates:
"Keep a close watch on the door. Not even a fly is allowed to get out today."

These words caused an uproar in the audience.

What an arrogant guy.

Lin Fan walked to the side, bent down and removed one of the chair legs, then casually waved it around in his hand, finding it quite handy.

Then he walked step by step toward the direction where Sun Yaowei was sitting.

Behind Sun Yaowei stood more than a dozen burly thugs. Seeing that someone was going to harm their young master, they naturally came out aggressively.

Some twisted their necks so hard they cracked.

Some of them were pressing their knuckles so hard they were making loud thumping noises.

Lin Fan's men were about to step forward to help, but Lin Fan stopped them with his hand.

"I told you to guard the door, so just guard the door and don't worry about anything else."

(End of this chapter)