How come I'm invincible?

Chapter 15: The humble butler Li one second, the head held high the next.

night, deeper.

Street.

Three figures walked side by side, but there were far more than just three people. Eight more lay on the ground being dragged along, as if they were linked together, like a human centipede.

But upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that it wasn't sewn together, but rather their hands and feet were strung together with rope.

"Squad Leader Song, have you offended someone lately?"

Lin Fan understood that this was a rhetorical question, meant to avoid offending anyone; who would want to kill someone for no reason?

Song Bantou remained silent, trying to figure out what he had done to offend someone, but he couldn't come up with anything. He reflected on what he had done wrong.

Rather, it's because he offended too many people.

Seeing that Chief Song remained silent, Lin Fan sighed softly, "It seems that Chief Song's uprightness has offended too many people."

Song, the squad leader, nodded.

This is indeed the case.

He has offended quite a few people, but there's nothing he can do. He's sworn enemies with criminals, and once you're caught in his clutches, no amount of pleading on your behalf will help.

"Brother, you were amazing just now."

Yang Ming was finally able to chime in, his mind filled with the scene that had just unfolded.

And the way he was addressed changed from Brother Lin to Brother.

This is a shift in mindset from admiring the strong to being overly ambitious.

"Staff techniques are just a rudimentary form of martial arts."

"Martial arts? What is martial arts?"

Yang Ming didn't understand; he had never even heard of martial arts.

"The so-called martial arts is about being able to fight, to take on ten or a hundred opponents, to destroy mountains and break rivers. That's what martial arts is all about."

Lin Fan was quite helpless. He could now take on ten opponents at once, but he didn't want to do it like that. Bullying ordinary thugs didn't give him a sense of accomplishment. What he wanted was the thrill of easily suppressing martial arts masters.

Yang Ming was taken aback.

One against ten is acceptable.

I can barely accept the idea of ​​fighting against a hundred people.

As for destroying mountains and breaking rivers, that's just bragging.

"Brother, how could anyone destroy mountains and sever rivers?" Yang Ming shook his head, it was absolutely impossible.

Lin Fan didn't answer, but looked at Song Qing, "Squad Leader Song, have you really never heard of martial arts?"

Song Ban Tou had been in the police station for so long that he was a seasoned veteran. Even if he didn't know how, he must have heard of the existence of martial arts masters.

"No."

Song Qing didn't know where Lin Fan had heard about martial arts, but he had never seen anyone as powerful as Lin Fan.

Of course, if having great strength is enough to be considered a martial arts master, then there are indeed some, but these require regular training to build up physical strength.

He recalled that when he was young, he followed his colleagues to arrest a criminal. The criminal was very strong, and three or four people could not subdue him. But he was only strong; otherwise, he was just ordinary.

Before long, they arrived at the prefecture.

Lin Fan chatted briefly with them, then said goodbye and turned to leave.

Song Qing watched Lin Fan's departing figure.

Yang Ming couldn't wait to speak.

"Master, you absolutely must help me."

"What help?"

"He wants to take the exam for the Public Security Bureau, so Master must pull some strings to get him in."

"What, you took a bribe?"

"No, it's just that I feel incredibly safe being by his side."

"More than the master?"

"That's definitely not... no, not as good as Master's."

Yang Ming, realizing he had let something slip, immediately shook his head.

Song Qing did have such thoughts, but Lin Fan's identity was somewhat sensitive, after all, he was a member of a gang. However, during this period, he had inquired about Lin Fan's character.

The locals at Jili Wharf have a good opinion of Lin Fan.

In particular, there was an elderly man who praised Lin Fan to the skies, as if there had never been such a good person in the world. If he hadn't been sure that Lin Fan was just an ordinary person, he would have thought that he had met a plant by Lin Fan.

There aren't many people in the current security government who are willing to get things done.

Even if one is willing to do it, it's not something that can be done just because one wants to.

If I hadn't run into them tonight.

He and his apprentice are likely to die there.

……

Back home, Lin Fan didn't rush to sleep. Instead, he took out his books to review and consolidate what he had learned. Once he felt he had a thorough understanding, he picked up his staff and went outside to begin his cultivation.

Effort doesn't always guarantee a reward, but taking risks almost always does.

The previous fight had given him some experience and skill.

The beginner level of stick fighting is not far from being perfected.

He didn't know what would happen after this was achieved.

From beginner to intermediate?

That's probably impossible.

The next day, at noon, at the dock warehouse.

"Brother Lin, the guy you were talking about has appeared."

Wu Yong ran in excitedly, shouting loudly. Although he didn't know what "Kai Zi" meant, judging from Brother Lin's words, "Kai Zi" had arrived, and their good days were about to begin again.

Sure enough, the brothers in the warehouse had a gleam in their eyes.

Even now, they still savor the delicious taste of yesterday, something they will never forget. They were just lowly fry at the bottom of society, how could they possibly be qualified to go to Xianweilou? Even if they sold their butts until they were raw, it wouldn't be enough.

They looked at Lin Fan with deep respect. It was Brother Lin; only Brother Lin could give them this kind of life. "You're here. Good, brothers. You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"

Lin Fan waved his hand, stopped cultivating, and picked up a towel to wipe himself.

"I didn't even eat dinner last night, let alone breakfast."

"Me too."

"Not only did I skip dinner and breakfast, but last night my wife said I was as strong as an ox. All that confidence comes from the delicacies I've been eating."

The unmarried henchmen looked at him with resentment.

What are you showing off for? It's just a wife, as if we don't have one. Our five-fingered wife is much more sensible and has more tricks up her sleeve than yours.

Outside, Butler Li looked towards the warehouse. Sure enough, he was back again, determined to press his advantage and capture Lin Fan with lightning speed.

As the saying goes, love grows with time.

He simply refused to believe that with his decades of experience in interpersonal relationships and negotiations, he couldn't possibly defeat this greenhorn.

Upon reaching the warehouse, before even stepping inside, a large, dark mass of people appeared, led by none other than Lin Fan. This sight startled Butler Li, causing him to tremble slightly.

"Oh, Butler Li, what brings you here?"

Lin Fan performed very well; it was completely undetectable that he did it on purpose.

Butler Li wore a professional smile. "I wonder if Brother Lin is available now? I would like to invite you to a restaurant nearby for a few drinks."

“No problem. Since it was Butler Li who asked, how could I not give him face?” After saying that, Lin Fan looked at his brothers behind him with displeasure, frowned, and said unhappily, “What’s wrong with you guys? You didn’t even greet Master Li when you saw him. Have you forgotten how Master Li treated you yesterday? You’ve eaten and wiped your hands of the matter, and now you don’t recognize him anymore?”

“No need, no need,” Butler Li waved his hands repeatedly.

"Have it."

The henchmen behind him immediately shouted respectfully.

"Hello, Master Li."

"Hello, Master Li."

Faced with these increasingly loud compliments, Butler Li felt as if he had been coated with honey, a bittersweet feeling that he couldn't help but enjoy. He smiled, raised his hand, and greeted them.

"Brother Lin, let's all go together."

"How can this be? You already spent money yesterday, this...this..."

"Sigh, we're all brothers, why be so formal? Unless it's Brother Lin and the other brothers who look down on me, Li."

"How could that be? It would be impolite to refuse."

"Haha, that's more like it."

Butler Li's heroic spirit was almost overflowing.

Soon, the main group set off, heading towards Xianweilou, a high-end, luxurious restaurant that ordinary people could only dream of, but now it was the canteen for the brothers at Jili Wharf.

During the meal, Lin Fan chatted enthusiastically with Butler Li. As they drank and became more animated, Butler Li was overjoyed and kept smiling. The words Lin Fan spoke made Butler Li feel like he was floating on air. As he drank, he became tipsy, his face flushed, and he was quite drunk.

In Lin Fan's view, to keep this sucker in, he had to increase his enthusiasm.

Once you're strangers, twice you get used to each other, and by the third time you're all arm in arm, chatting about everything under the sun.

a few days later.

The brothers at Jili Wharf have been eating too well lately and have all gained weight. They've even become picky eaters. When their families occasionally have a good meal, they lose interest and start criticizing the meat in their bowls.

For example, they would talk at length about the texture of the meat, but in the end, they would conclude that it was not as good as the meat from Xianweilou.

Family member: There's something wrong with you.

Sun Mansion.

Butler Li lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong, and dared not look Sun Xiao in the eye.

Sitting in the armchair, Sun Xiao looked at the expense list in his hand, his expression calm and composed, but the words "three hundred and seventy taels" held his attention for a long time.

Three hundred and seventy taels, what does that mean?
The amount of money an ordinary person could never earn in a lifetime.

You can get a professional assassin to kill more than ten people for you.

You can buy a three-courtyard mansion in the central area of ​​Yong'an City.

Sun Xiao didn't speak, but Sun Yaozu couldn't help but ask, "Butler Li, how have you been spending your money these past few days? Have you been eating dragon meat or drinking phoenix blood?"

"Master, I..."

Butler Li was speechless for a moment. He didn't know what to say. Thinking back, he realized that he had been drinking himself into a stupor these past few days. Every time he woke up, it was already dark, and he felt a splitting headache and was completely listless.

He drank too much.

Sun Xiao waved his hand, "Silver is nothing to me, but now I want to know, what is Lin Fan's attitude?"

His opinion of Lin Fan rose even higher because of what happened to Song Qing a few days ago. Although it wasn't publicized, he knew that Lin Fan had taken down eight thugs armed with sharp weapons with just a stick he picked up casually.

This level of strength is unimaginable.

If we could really win them over to our side...

It's like adding wings to a tiger.

"I……"

Before Steward Li could even offer a defense, a servant rushed in, bowed respectfully to Sun Xiao and Sun Yaozu, and then said to Steward Li, "Steward, there's a man outside who claims to be from Jili Wharf. He asked me to inform you that Lin Fan has invited you to a banquet at Xianwei Restaurant. He also said that you absolutely must come, otherwise you'll be hurting my feelings."

Hear this.

The head-down steward, who had been bowing his head in shame, suddenly looked up, his spirits returning. He coughed a few times and said, "Master, I have made some progress. I have infiltrated their ranks and not only become sworn brothers with Lin Fan, but even his men treat me with utmost respect. I guarantee that I will be able to take him down within a few days, and I may even gain a group of men for free."

Sun Xiao nodded in satisfaction, "Good, as expected of Steward Li, you are reliable in your work. Go on, continue with your work. As for expenses, don't feel any pressure. As long as you can win him over, the master will reward you handsomely."

"Yes, sir."

Butler Li responded, and as he left, he glanced at the young master. Although he didn't say anything, his meaning was clear.

Young Master?
Ah!
Too tender!

Too naive!
Too eager for quick success and instant benefits!

That's his assessment of the eldest son.

To learn the leader's composure and calmness, one must continue to learn and practice.

You've got something to learn, kid.

(End of this chapter)