How come I'm invincible?

Chapter 51 Yuan Jiang: I'm just trying to make a living, and you're humiliating me?

The bustling streets were teeming with people.

Lin Fan and Yang Ming walked side by side, and wherever they went, the people cast their gazes at them in a way that was completely different from usual.

Respect, yes, that's it.

"Brother, the way the people look at us has changed, hey." Yang Ming couldn't contain his joy, his mouth almost stretched to his ears. He thought of what his father had once told him: "What does the family lack? It's the look of disgust the people have for you as a constable."

Now, all he wants to say to his father is, "Do you see this? This is called respect."

"Everything is for the people, everything relies on the people, we come from the people, and we go back to the people." Lin Fan met those gazes and nodded slightly.

"Wow! That's a profound statement, bro. Who said that?"

"As a great man said."

"Profound, so profound."

Yang Ming is an educated man with a wealth of knowledge. Upon closer examination, his words are quite profound.

Before Lin Fan transmigrated, whenever he felt down, he liked to search for photos late at night, listen to the music, and look at them seriously for a few minutes, after which he would feel full of strength.

"Brother, let Xu Ming interrogate her, is he capable?" Yang Ming was only halfway through taking a 'family photo' of Hu Yu when Lin Fan pulled him out, leaving the rest of the interrogation to Xu Ming. He was deeply worried.

Lin Fan said, "Why not? They've been in the police station for much longer than we have. Besides, since they've boarded our ship, they should at least offer their pledge of allegiance, shouldn't they?"

Yang Ming thought that what Brother Lin said made sense.

Indeed, it is time to pledge allegiance.

Look around. After this period of rectification, the order is very stable. The thugs and hooligans have all disappeared. They had to disappear, because Brother Lin's brothers at the docks are all keeping an eye on them.

Some even took on the role of constables, and when they encountered local thugs causing trouble on the way, they would pounce on them and capture them, taking them directly to the police station.

That's incredibly domineering.

Sudden.

Yang Ming noticed that Brother Lin had stopped and followed his gaze upwards. It was a restaurant, nothing special, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

But if you listen carefully, you can actually hear that there is a problem.

"Mr. Yuan, we messed up this dish, so this meal is on the house."

"Does Master Yuan look like he needs your paltry sums?"

Snapped--

There was noise and pleading.

Lin Fan walked into the restaurant. Two customers who came out of the restaurant were in a hurry and wanted to leave. They didn't want to stay here and get into trouble. They were walking too fast and almost bumped into Lin Fan.

Lin Fan sidestepped to avoid it.

"Master Lin."

Upon seeing Lin Fan, the two guests immediately became very respectful. Who didn't know the reputation of Lord Lin of the Prefectural Government? Don't underestimate him just because he's a commoner; he's a lawless and unruly man.

"Okay, you guys go first."

"Mr. Lin, please come in."

"Thank you."

Lin Fan led Yang Ming up to the second floor. The two guests, who originally wanted to leave, exchanged a glance, said nothing, withdrew their feet, and followed calmly without any panic.

They're just going to watch the excitement.

The second floor.

Yuan Jiang was bandaged up like a mummy. His left arm was heavily bandaged, and his right leg was also fixed with bamboo strips. The bruises on his face had not yet faded.

Clearly, the injuries sustained in the battle in the shantytown that day have not yet healed.

The restaurant owner, a thin old man in his fifties, was trembling with fear, standing humbly to the side, cold sweat streaming down his face, which he dared not wipe away.

He was inwardly groaning. Who would have thought that Yuan Jiang, who was so badly injured, would still nitpick and say that the food wasn't cooked well?

If it wasn't cooked well, it wasn't cooked well; he could just cook it again. But Master Yuan in front of him was really difficult to deal with. He brought this up, leaving him at a loss for what to do.

"I was in a good mood today, but I'm in a bad mood now, all because of this dish. What do you suggest we do, boss?" Yuan Jiang leaned back in his chair, his tone still arrogant despite his physical disability.

The shopkeeper's lips trembled, and he could barely speak, stammering and unable to utter a single word.

The shopkeeper remained silent.

One of the underlings stepped forward, intending to slap the shopkeeper a few times to wake him up, but as soon as he got to the shopkeeper's side, he saw the two constables coming up and was immediately startled, so he quickly backed away.

"Master, there are messengers."

Yuan Jiang frowned slightly and looked towards the stairs. He should have looked away, but his expression changed drastically as he looked up. Endless anger welled up in his eyes, but he couldn't show it.

"Hey, isn't this our Master Yuan Jiang? You've got some refined tastes. You're in such a sorry state, yet you still manage to come out for a meal?"

As Lin Fan approached, those blocking his path quickly moved aside, and no one dared to stop him. The shopkeeper, as if seeing a savior, breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully greeted him as "Master Lin."

He walked to the table, leaned over to look at the delicacies on it, and said with a smile, "Minced meat and eggplant, steamed sea fish, pork rib and winter melon soup, stir-fried shrimp, hmm, not bad, all delicious."

As he spoke, he straightened up, grabbed Yuan Jiang's head with his large hand, and shook it violently back and forth like shaking a tattered sack.

"You're eating quite well. You know how to live frugally. Tsk tsk, Master Yuan lives a good life. Unlike us constables, we patrol all day long, exposed to the sun and rain."

At this moment, Yuan Jiang was like a puppet nailed to a chair, utterly devoid of dignity.

His face was expressionless, but the raging anger in his eyes was almost bursting out. The veins on his forehead throbbed with extreme humiliation. His only movable right hand, placed under the table, was clenched into a fist so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palm.

The onlookers dared not even breathe.

Too domineering.

The group of henchmen who followed Yuan Jiang were even more terrified, Lin Fan's intimidating power over them was too great, and the scene from that day was still vivid in their minds. "What kind of look is that?" Lin Fan suddenly leaned down, his face almost touching Yuan Jiang's, his tone suddenly turning cold, "Look at you, can't you even laugh? Huh?"

Snapped--!
Without warning, Lin Fan raised his hand and delivered an extremely loud slap.

Someone covered their mouth.

Some people stared wide-eyed.

Yuan Jiang's head was knocked to the side, and a clear palm print quickly appeared on his cheek.

He abruptly turned his head, his cheeks trembling violently, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath like a bellows. Leaning back in his chair, he was forced to raise his head and force out a twisted smile through his teeth that was more like a grimace.

Anyone could see that Yuan Jiang was ready to kill someone at that moment.

Everyone here is someone of standing; when you're out in the world, you care about your reputation. But now Lin Fan has ruthlessly trampled Yuan Jiang's reputation into the ground, and even crushed it without being satisfied.

Lin Fan turned his head and looked at everyone with a smile, poking Yuan Jiang's head with his finger. "Look at this guy, Yuan Jiang, the leader of the Fierce Tiger Gang in Yong'an City. He's smiling so well, so brightly, like a monkey performing on the street. He won't cooperate unless you give him a couple of lashes."

He can say it with a smile.

But the diners around them dared not laugh as they listened.

"Hey, what's with that look? Looks like you're not happy about it. Don't be, I'll give you a chance." Lin Fan suddenly drew the sword from his waist, flipped his hand, gripped the sharp blade, and handed the cold hilt directly to Yuan Jiang. "Here, hold the sword. If you're not happy, cut me."

Sudden changes.

This brought the atmosphere to its peak.

Yuan Jiang's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his right hand under the table trembled even more violently, and he stared intently at the hilt of the knife that was inches away from him.

"I'll only count to three."

"3!"

Yuan Jiang gritted his teeth.

"2!"

Yuan Jiang was panting heavily.

"1!"

Yuan Jiang took a deep breath.

Lin Fan sheathed his sword, then slapped the other man's head again, shaking it violently. "I gave you a chance, but you're useless."

"The Fierce Tiger Gang? Ha!"

"Hall Master? Ha!"

"Master Yuan Jiang? Ha!"

"You're a piece of trash who doesn't even dare to pick up a knife."

Yuan Jiang's eyes were red and bloodshot.

Lin Fan said coldly, "Are you finished eating? If you are, get out."

Yuan Jiang struggled to his feet. His underlings rushed forward to help him, but he pushed them away and dragged his crippled leg, shuffling step by step toward the stairwell.

"Have you paid for the meal?"

Yuan Jiang stopped, took out some silver from his pocket, and without even looking at how much it was, slammed it on the table. The sound proclaimed his resentment and anger.

Snapped--

Lin Fan raised his hand and slapped him.

"Why did you hit the table so hard? Apologize to the table."

Yuan Jiang was breathing rapidly, staring intently at Lin Fan, who had a mocking expression on his face, suppressing his anger and gritting his teeth.

"sorry."

"roll."

Lin Fan uttered a single word calmly.

Yuan Jiang left, leaving in a disheveled and humiliating manner.

He wanted to roar, "I just came here to have a meal, show off a bit, and flaunt my power, how did I run into this son of a bitch?"

The restaurant was completely silent.

Those who had never witnessed Master Lin's methods before were truly amazed at this moment.

That's domineering, absolutely domineering.

They believe they will never learn it in their lifetime.

"Continue eating your meal. Don't worry about the security situation; the prefecture will ensure your safety," Lin Fan said, leading Yang Ming out of the restaurant. The innkeeper respectfully saw them to the door, bowing in gratitude.

"Brother, you're amazing! Yuan Jiang didn't dare to move an inch." Yang Ming was full of admiration.

Lin Fan said, "Move? If he dares to move, the sun will rise in the west. Yuan Jiang has a case where he killed someone, and the family has been trying to get justice. Did he find someone to take the blame for him?"

Yang Ming nodded, knowing about the matter. "Yes, we found him. He turned himself in and confessed everything as soon as he arrived, saying that he was the one who killed him, but he clearly wasn't the one who killed him."

"Do you know where the person who took the blame lives?"

"know."

"Let's go and make a visit."

"Okay."

Yang Ming knew that Brother Lin was going to deal with Yuan Jiang.

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