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

"You brat, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!" A servant walked over, his chest and back bare, his face as hard as a rock, clearly a ruthless man.

"Oh? Who's going to have to take the punishment?" Lin Ping remained calm and collected, seemingly incapable of anger, though a chilling glint of murderous intent shone in his eyes.

"You should be glad you've managed to provoke my anger!" Lin Ping's face was so dark it seemed to drip water, which immediately startled the servant.

That composed expression and murderous gaze made him seem like a demon crawling out of hell, and it was no bluff.

Lin Ping was angry for three reasons. First, the shopkeeper looked down on the Lin family. Second, the shopkeeper abused his power, giving preferential treatment to acquaintances and completely disregarding the profits and losses of the Eight Directions Money Exchange. Third, Lin Ping was simply angry; what could these lowly scum do to him?

"You brat, don't try to bluff!" The first servant strode forward with steady steps, his large, thick hands shaped like eagle claws, presumably intending to crush Lin Ping's head.

"Bluster? We'll find out once we try!" Lin Ping's smile grew even colder, and a crossbow suddenly appeared in his hand. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger on the suspended blade.

The sharp arrowhead, like a howling wolf or a venomous snake flicking its tongue, drew a cold light in the air before piercing the servant's hand and pinning his entire body to a nearby pillar.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" the servant howled miserably as blood streamed down his arm from his palm.

Upon seeing this, everyone was stunned, especially the three servants who were about to rush forward. Their massive bodies trembled uncontrollably, and the entire hall was instantly filled with the stench of urine.

The shopkeeper crouched down, hiding under the table, and even used an account book to shield his head, shouting, "Go find the boss!"

This money exchange only had four servants and two doormen, which was no match for Lin Ping, who had crossbows. They needed support, and the first person they thought of was naturally the head of the Eight Directions Money Exchange in the Wu Kingdom.

The two gatekeepers were quick-witted; they disappeared without a trace in a flash, perhaps to find the head of the household.

"It's all my fault for not stopping you, you lecherous thief! Run with me! The Zhou family will bear all the blame!" Zhou Xiyin grabbed Lin Ping's hand in a panic and pulled him back.

She had long known that borrowing money wasn't so easy, and she was too embarrassed to say much. Since Lin Ping insisted on stepping forward, she let him say a few words, hoping to gain the sympathy of the Eight Directions Bank. But unexpectedly, this guy pulled out his crossbow again, truly not shedding tears until he saw the coffin.

Bafang Money Shop is no ordinary money shop. If someone causes trouble here, even the prefect can't protect him. He might be taken away by the Dali Temple or the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

When Lin Ping made a mess of things, Zhou Xiyin's first thought was not to scold him, but to protect him, even suggesting that the Zhou family should take the blame.

This also shows that in Zhou Xiyin's heart, Lin Ping's safety came first, the survival of the Zhou family came second, and her own happiness came last.

So here's the question: what would happen if Lin Ping used his own safety to threaten Zhou Xiyin's happiness?

For example, Lin Ping suddenly clutches his stomach and dramatically says, "I'm dying, I need to consummate my marriage with a woman to survive..."

Um... Lin Ping isn't that shameless.

Regardless, Zhou Xiyin's words had touched Lin Ping's heart. He stared at Zhou Xiyin with a complicated look, but took the initiative to hold her hand even tighter.

Lin Ping seemed to be hallucinating, as if he were holding Jiang Yunying's jade hand. His eyes suddenly brightened, and he pointed his crossbow directly at Wang Badao, saying, "Kneel down and apologize to Wan'er!"

I, Lin Ping, have never lied, especially when it comes to making people kneel.

Wang Ba was completely dumbfounded. Even though he was terrified, he couldn't kneel down to a maid.

Suddenly, Wang Ba gained some confidence, puffed out his chest, and said, "If you're not afraid of being beheaded, then kill me!"

That's right. Murder is a capital offense, especially since it happened at the Eight Directions Money Shop. Even the King of Heaven couldn't protect him.

Zhou Xiyin's palms were noticeably damp, and the pressure on her jade-like hands slowly increased as she kept giving Lin Ping meaningful glances, implying that he absolutely must not kill anyone, otherwise the Zhou family would be unable to bear the blame.

"I'll count to three. If you don't kneel down by then, Wan'er will slap you," Lin Ping said grimly, without a hint of joking.

Wang Ba was amused, figuring Lin Ping wouldn't dare kill him, and his expression became even more arrogant.

Lin Ping, didn't you want to count to three? I'll let you count, but I'm afraid by then the head of the Eight Directions Money Shop will have already brought his experts, and you won't be able to escape.

three……

Lin Ping's eyes grew even colder.

two……

Lin Ping placed his fingers on the suspended blade.

Wang Ba acted as if nothing had happened, and even started whistling with his legs apart.

one……

Lin Ping slowed down his speech, which could be considered as giving Ba Wang one last chance.

"Hmph, brat, kill me if you dare!" Wang Ba said fearlessly. He could clearly hear hurried footsteps on the street, and guessed that the head of the Eight Directions Money Shop was on his way.

"Kill you? That would be too easy on you!" Lin Ping's cold gaze suddenly vanished, replaced by a faint smile. However, his fingertips had already pulled the trigger of the suspended blade.

Bang! A tearing sound rang out as the cold arrow pinned Wang Ba's right foot to the ground.

The excruciating pain instantly spread throughout Wang Ba's body, making his hair stand on end. Instinctively, Wang Ba tried to lift his right foot and blow air into it, but the moment he did, another wave of excruciating pain washed over him.

"Young Master Wang, will you kneel or not?" Lin Ping's smile gradually widened, but his voice, as dark as a storm cloud, was suffocating.

"If you've got the guts, kill me!" Wang Ba still refused to back down.

Bang!

His left foot was also nailed to the ground. Wang Ba was in so much pain that his whole body was trembling. His legs could no longer support his heavy body, and he was about to kneel on the ground.

"Very good, you did a great job." Lin Ping nodded in satisfaction and slowly put away his crossbow.

He didn't intend to kill Wang Ba outright, as that would have been more effective. Even with his unwavering resolve, he couldn't withstand the blow for more than a quarter of an hour; the constant loss of blood had already turned his face deathly pale.

Lin Ping was waiting for Wang Ba to run out of energy, while Wang Ba was waiting for the head of the Eight Directions Money Shop to come to the rescue. The two were competing for luck, and the loser would have to pay a heavy price.

"Let's hurry up and leave, the head of the Eight Directions Money Shop is coming soon." Zhou Xiyin said anxiously. She really couldn't understand Lin Ping anymore. Besides being ruthless, this guy was also incredibly stubborn and didn't consider the consequences at all.

"This fellow hasn't knelt down and apologized to Wan'er yet, how can we leave?" Lin Ping insisted.

At the same time, the floor suddenly shook, and Lin Ping heard a "thump," which was indeed the sound of someone kneeling.

"Young Master Lin, Wan'er doesn't want him to apologize. Let's leave quickly, or it will be too late!" Wan'er pleaded, kneeling on the ground. This was her way of dissuading Lin Ping.

"What a silly girl..." Lin Ping's nose suddenly stung, and he felt a mix of emotions.