Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Fang Deliang stared blankly at Feng Yao, his mind filled with the same question—

Where did this warrior come from?

He had never met Feng Yao before, but he quickly realized who he was.

Fang Deliang frowned slightly, sensing that things were getting a bit complicated.

One is a young master from a prestigious family in Beijing, the other is a powder keg that might explode even if no one provokes her...

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Uncle Fang was also thinking about getting lost and disappearing.

The commotion inside drew the attention of Monk and Fang Deliang's men, who were guarding the next room.

Monk noticed the tea on Lin Ting's clothes and immediately frowned: "Boss."

Lin Ting silently waved his hand at him, neither telling him to move nor to leave.

She shook a few drops of tea off her clothes, then looked up at Feng Yao: "Mr. Feng, what do you mean?"

Feng Yao stared at her, his previous warmth long gone, and sneered, "Miss Lin tried every trick in the book to stop me along the way, but now that I'm back on my own, what do you want to say? Go ahead and say it."

He glanced down at Lin Ting, his mockery undisguised.

Lin Ting glanced at him, a hint of mockery in her eyes: "What do you mean by that? I don't understand."

"We're all smart people, there's no point in pretending to be stupid."

Feng Yao glanced coldly at Lin Ting, "Miss Lin, I wanted to give you face, but you didn't want to... so don't blame me."

Some things don't need to be said; we both understand them perfectly well.

Feng Yao knew that in Northeast China, Duan Jun couldn't stop him with those petty tricks. The methods she could use and the connections she could find were simply not enough to help her deal with him.

Not only Duan Jun, but the Jiang family is also out of the question.

These kinds of small things may seem trivial or even beneath our notice, but they require a vast network of connections to support them.

Only Lin Ting, a native of Northeast China, could do that.

He also knew that now that he was in front of Lin Ting, she should know that he already knew who was behind this.

Lin Ting raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Then please explain, Mr. Feng, what it means to not give me face."

She picked up another teacup and, amidst the mess on the table, slowly and gracefully poured herself another cup of tea.

Feng Yao observed her actions, a rather sarcastic smile playing on his lips.

He suddenly stopped laughing, lifted his trench coat, pulled out a black pistol, and pointed it directly at Lin Ting's temple.

"Lin Ting, the reason I was willing to talk to you the day before yesterday was because I felt it wasn't easy for you to get to where you are today from nothing. But you have to know that when tigers fight, you, a little cat, don't even have the right to watch the show."

"Don't shoot!"

"lay down!"

"...!"

In an instant, the entire private room erupted in excitement.

Fang Deliang slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly. His underlings instinctively pulled out a pistol, but hesitated and dared not point it at Feng Yao.

Monk had no particular thoughts. Seeing the person next to him hesitate, he casually snatched his gun away.

Lin Ting was the most composed.

At least it seems so.

Lin Ting remained seated, neither making a scene nor roaring in anger.

She was just thinking—

When was the ban issued again?

95? Or 96?

I can't remember...

Lin Ting genuinely hadn't considered that Feng Yao might pull out a gun.

After all, in her preconceived notion, this kind of thing shouldn't be in the hands of ordinary people! It shouldn't be in this place at this time!

Stereotypes can be deadly...

The cold metal lightly tapped Lin Ting's temple twice. Feng Yao's lips curled into a sickly smile: "Lin Ting, I'm giving you one last chance to choose. Three days from now, you transfer Duan Jun to Shen City, and between you and me, all past grievances will be wiped clean."

Lin Ting snapped out of her daze and turned to look at him: "What if I don't do it? Are you going to kill me?"

Feng Yao sneered: "So what if I am? If I kill you, do I have to pay with my own life?"

"That's it..."

Lin Ting slowly turned her head and looked at Monk.

A slight smile played on her lips as she uttered two words crisply:

"Shoot him."

Before he finished speaking, Monk fired a shot at Feng Yao's right wrist without even blinking.

Back in his hometown, Monk was a sharpshooter who could hunt eagles with a hunting rifle. Shooting Feng Yao's wrist from three to five meters away was as easy for him as eating or drinking.

Blood splattered everywhere.

This was accompanied by Feng Yao's astonished exclamation.

His gun fell to the ground, and before he could reach for it again, Monk stepped on his back, pinning him to the ground.

Lin Ting wiped the blood splattered on his face with a handkerchief while casually kicking the gun into a corner.

She rubbed her ears.

I had no experience with this before; I never knew it was so loud.

Feng Yao's two henchmen rushed inside upon hearing the gunshot, only to be stunned when they saw their young master's right hand covered in blood, trampled on the ground like a dead dog.

When they were outside the door, the young master said he could handle this matter himself.

But this...

It doesn't look like it's been successfully completed...

Without Fang Deliang giving any orders, his brothers subdued the two men.

Lin Ting stood up, took off her trench coat, which was stained with tea and blood, with some disgust, and casually threw it on the chair.

"Lin Ting!"

"You are dead!"

Feng Yao didn't cry out in pain; instead, he stared at Lin Ting and smiled sickly.

Lin Ting bent down and looked down at Feng Yao: "In the capital, I would have to call you Young Master Feng, but this is the Northeast, you—don't carry enough weight."

Feng Yao scoffed: "You think..."

Lin Ting had no interest in listening to him continue. She stood up straight and patted Monk on the shoulder: "Step on it first, don't ruin the scene."

Monk nodded sharply with a serious expression: "Yes."

He didn't even ask whether he would ultimately be held responsible for the shot.

Although he was simple-minded, he always knew his place.

He followed Lin Ting, and usually he could eat and drink well. But if anything happened, he had to rush in and protect the boss, even if it meant risking his life.

This is the job he does.

Lin Ting seemed to see through his thoughts and said with a smile, "Don't overthink it. He's fully responsible for this."

Monk was a little confused and didn't quite understand what Lin Ting was saying.

But he didn't ask, he just made Feng Yao even more submissive.

Lin Ting withdrew his gaze, turned to Fang Deliang and said, "Uncle, this room is dirty, shall we change to another one?"

Fang Deliang was still somewhat dazed. He nodded subconsciously and followed Lin Ting outside.

They went next door, and Fang Deliang closed the door and growled at Lin Ting, "Grandma, ancestor! Why did you shoot him?"

Fang Deliang frowned and paced back and forth anxiously.

He held his mobile phone, pondering who to call while muttering to Lin Ting:

"Tell me, you're usually so clever and quick-witted, how come you suddenly acted so foolishly today?"

"It's one thing for you to act foolishly, but can't you take it out on me? Why did you hit him!"

"What...what do we do now? What do we do?!"

Fang Deliang glared at Lin Ting and growled, "Do you know that there's a general in his family? Do you think we can mess with someone like that?"

Lin Ting: "Even if he has a Yama in his family, he can't kill me."