Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"Father, please get up! How could you kneel before such a person?" Zhou Xiyin, who had rushed over, witnessed this heartbreaking scene.

Unfortunately, Zhou Yezheng remained unmoved and instead clung to the bearded man's leg, pleading, "Boss Fei, please grant me two more days."

This salt was extremely important to Zhou Yezheng, as it directly affected whether the Zhou family could recover.

“Sure!” The bearded man suddenly nodded, but stared at Zhou Xiyin with a lewd look, sizing her up and down.

Zhou Xiyin was already beautiful, and now she was wearing a chiffon dress. Any man would be captivated by her, regardless of age.

"Boss Fei's kindness is immense, and I, Zhou, will never forget it!" Zhou Yezheng kept bowing, thinking that his sincerity had moved the other party.

"However, your daughter will be my concubine." The bearded man's saliva was already dripping onto the ground, and he involuntarily took a few steps forward, about to reach out and touch Zhou Xiyin's pretty face.

"Get out of here!" Zhou Xiyin slapped the bearded man's face hard, leaving five black and red finger marks.

The searing pain enraged the bearded man, who roared, "You little bitch, how dare you hit me! Take me away!"

"Boss Fei, no!" Zhou Yezheng's mind went blank. He hadn't expected things to escalate to this point. What happened to the salt grab? How did it turn into a people grab?

Overwhelmed by anger, Zhou Yezheng coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face ashen, and he was on the verge of collapsing.

Just as Zhou Xiyin was about to help Zhou Yezheng up, two burly men grabbed her arms and dragged her towards the bearded man.

"Fight them!" Five or six servants who had been hiding nearby staggered over, not wanting the bearded man to be so smug, even though they knew they were no match for him.

The outcome was obvious: even if they risked their lives to kill one person, they could not escape the fate of being wiped out.

A moment later, all five or six people were lying on the ground, curled up and screaming in agony. Although there were no fatal injuries, broken arms and legs were inevitable.

Faced with this tragic scene, Wan'er burst into tears, crying out in anguish, "Young Master Lin, please come and help Miss!"

The sound was quite piercing, and everyone could hear it clearly. The people lying on the ground inexplicably gained courage, and the pain in their bodies completely disappeared.

Wan'er is right. Why didn't Young Master Lin show up? Doesn't he like Miss?

Several servants were puzzled, completely unable to fathom Lin Ping's thoughts.

Of course, they couldn't completely rely on Lin Ping. After all, this was a private matter for the Zhou family, and Lin Ping had no obligation to help them before Zhou Xiyin and Lin Ping established a relationship.

"You brat, I'll tear your mouth apart!" Zhou Xiyin said angrily, completely forgetting her own predicament.

Although she knew that Lin Ping was quite capable, he didn't have the strength to fight against more than ten strong men. If he came rashly, he would only be doomed. The Zhou family was already in such a state, and there was no need to implicate others.

"Oh, oh, oh, I could hear Miss Zhou's irritable voice from afar. Whose mouth are you trying to tear apart?" Lin Ping walked in with a smile, not taking the bearded man seriously at all.

"Young Master Lin, you've finally arrived!" Wan'er could no longer hold back her sorrow and burst into tears.

"Idiot, are you blind? Run!" Zhou Xiyin yelled hysterically at Lin Ping, not wanting him to encounter any danger.

"I'm sorry, I'm here to collect a debt. Miss Zhou still owes me one hundred taels of silver!" Lin Ping said calmly.

That's true; Zhou Xiyin took the chiffon dress but didn't pay for it.

Lin Ping originally wanted to use the excuse of returning the clothes, but then he felt that holding the woman's worn clothes in his hands was a bit lewd, so he decided to follow the example of the bearded man and come to collect the debt.

"Collecting debts? I'm afraid there's a first-come, first-served rule." The bearded man said angrily, not even willing to give Lin Ping a hundred taels.

In other words, who do you think you are, daring to compete with Jinmanlou for business?

"Are you here to collect a debt too? May I ask your name?" Lin Ping asked politely, as if he were in cahoots with the other party.

"I am Fei Wu, the manager of Jinmanlou!" the bearded man said arrogantly, patting his chest.

Jinmanlou is one of the top money houses in Wu Kingdom. The name alone is enough to overshadow Lin Ping, not to mention that Fei Wu is the manager.

"So he's just a piece of trash." Lin Ping nodded, feeling utterly helpless. He prayed that the author would put more effort into it next time, since all the villains' names were so obviously written.

"Scared? Then get out of here!" Fei Wu said angrily, and several servants around him moved closer.

"I am indeed afraid." Lin Ping nodded, and said sarcastically, "Boss Fei is capable of abducting women in broad daylight, how can I, Lin Wuqing, not be afraid?"

It's understandable that you, Fei Wu, are here to collect debts on behalf of Jin Manlou, but forcibly taking women will likely lead to legal trouble.

This is right under the emperor's nose; even a behemoth like Jin Manlou shouldn't get carried away with his pride.

"You brat, don't be ungrateful!" Fei Wu said angrily, pointing at Lin Ping's nose.

"I'm sorry, but I hate it when people point fingers at me." Lin Ping grabbed Fei Wu's index finger and snapped it upwards with force, making a crisp cracking sound.

This sudden attack stunned Fei Wu, who opened his mouth wide and screamed in agony. Just as he was about to risk breaking his bones to pull out his finger, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his groin, as if he had been electrocuted.

Lin Ping's skill in kicking the groin is already superb; if he suddenly delivers such a kick, no one can withstand it.

"What are you standing there for? Hit him!" Fei Wu gritted his teeth in pain, knowing he was no longer able to fight back.

Several servants exchanged bewildered glances, wondering to themselves, "Has this kid gone mad? He even dared to hit the manager of Jinmanlou!"

After a moment's hesitation, two men rushed over with thick wooden sticks, aiming directly at Lin Ping's forehead. This strike would at least draw blood, if not kill him.

Anyway, with Jin Manlou backing him up, killing someone is nothing. Even the current prefect has to give Jin Manlou face.

"This is too much! I guess I'll have to use a weapon then." Lin Ping muttered to himself, shaking his head. Suddenly, he pulled out his crossbow and pierced the enemy's palm with an arrow, which then stuck to the wooden stick.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." The servant rolled on the ground, the harder he tried to separate himself from the wooden stick, the more serious the wound on his palm became, and bright red blood gushed out onto the ground.

The person next to him was dumbfounded and ultimately could not escape the fate of having his palm pierced by a bullet.

"Boss Fei, if you kneel down and beg for mercy from Boss Zhou right now, and call him 'Grandpa' three times, I might consider not breaking your leg." Lin Ping's face was ferocious and ghostly, and his voice was chilling to the bone.