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The name "Zui Xian Ju" (醉仙居) is rather ironic given its location at the western end of "Ni Wa Di" (泥洼地), near the dock.

It was just a two-story building with a mottled facade and a broken wooden signboard with the words illegible due to soot.

But this is the place that "Lame Wolf" Zhang Biao likes to stay in most days. It is the "White Tiger Hall" where he entertains "distinguished guests", finalizes "deals", and displays his authority.

Zhang Biao sat in the main seat, with one leg propped up on the bench next to him due to his leg injury. He held a rough porcelain wine bowl in his hand, his face flushed, and he was in high spirits.

To his left sat Liu Sandao, and to his right was Lin Feng, who had "made a name for himself" that day. Below him sat "Big Bear," who had been knocked down by Lin Feng in one move that afternoon and whose ribs were still aching and whose face was not very good but who had to force a smile. There were also several other leaders under Zhang Biao, such as "One-Eyed Dragon," "Iron Abacus," and "Smiling Tiger," each with a unique appearance and eyes that carried the slickness and ruthlessness of the underworld.

"Come on, Brother Lin, fill it up again!" Zhang Biao personally picked up the wine jar and filled the empty bowl in front of Lin Feng with murky wine, the smell of alcohol filling the nostrils.

"You really made me and all of us brothers proud today! That idiot Big Bear, always showing off his strength, has finally met his match! Haha, that was great!"

Several other leaders around them echoed this sentiment, raising their bowls to offer a toast.

"Big Bear's" facial muscles twitched a few times, and he forced a smile, picking up the bowl: "Brother Lin, impressive skills! I, Big Bear, am impressed! From now on, we're brothers. I salute you!"

Lin Feng remained calm, picked up his wine bowl, clinked it against the others' bowls, and then tilted his head back to drink it all in one gulp.

The liquor was of poor quality and burned his throat, but he remained unfazed.

Back in the border army, I drank even worse liquor, just to ward off the bitter cold and numb my fear of death. Now, however, I drink to blend in, to observe.

"Good! That's great!" Zhang Biao slammed his hand on the table, wiped the grease from his mouth, and said, "Brother Lin, from today onwards, you're my brother! Any territory you fancy in this 'Muddy Hollow,' any business you want to do, just tell me! I'll arrange everything perfectly for you!"

These words sounded bold, but they also carried a probing tone. It was as if they wanted to see how big Lin Feng's "appetite" was, whether he just wanted a peaceful life or truly had the ambition to climb the ranks.

Lin Feng put down his wine bowl, his gaze sweeping over everyone at the table before finally settling on Zhang Biao's face. His voice was low but clear: "Brother Biao, you flatter me. I'm new here, and I'm already grateful to have a place to stay and eat. I'm not familiar with the local business yet, and I'm relying entirely on your guidance, Brother Biao and all the brothers. However…" He paused, his tone turning somber, "I'm a rough man. In the border army, I only learned two things: obey orders and kill. If Brother Biao has any orders, I'll go through fire and water without batting an eye. But if you ask me to do anything immoral, anything that bullies women and children, please forgive me, I cannot comply."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere at the table momentarily froze subtly.

The leaders exchanged glances, while Liu Sandao lowered his head and drank, his expression unreadable.

"Big Bear" was somewhat taken aback.

In a place like "Muddy Hollow," it's all about being ruthless and vicious; there's no such thing as morality. This newcomer is skilled, but his temper seems a bit... out of place.

Zhang Biao's smile faded slightly, his triangular eyes narrowed, and he stared at Lin Feng for a few moments before suddenly bursting into laughter, breaking the silence: "Good! You have principles! You're a real man! I, Zhang Biao, like honest people like you!"

He patted Lin Feng on the shoulder, quite firmly: "Don't worry, Brother Lin! I've been in this 'muddy place' for over a decade, and I don't make a living by bullying orphans and widows! What we do is 'business'!" He lowered his voice, a hint of smugness in it. "Those shady goods at the docks, the 'trouble' that the city gentry can't handle, and the 'peace money' we have to collect in the west... that's our livelihood! As for doing anything immoral? Heh, that's what lowly thugs do. We don't do things that are beneath our dignity!"

This statement is half true and half false. Smuggling, solving problems for others, and collecting protection money are certainly not aboveboard, but in the rules of "Muddy Land," these are considered "high-class" livelihoods. As for whether they truly don't bully the weak, only heaven knows.

Lin Feng neither confirmed nor denied it, but simply nodded: "Brother Biao is a wise man."

"However," Zhang Biao changed the subject, his triangular eyes gleaming, "Brother Lin, having principles is a good thing, but sometimes you also have to know how to be flexible. This world isn't black and white. Take this recent 'deal' we took on, for example..." He gestured to the man sitting below him, who hadn't said much, wearing a worn-out long gown, a melon-shaped hat, and a shrewd look on his face, known as "Iron Calculator."

"Iron Abacus" understood, cleared his throat, and spoke in a shrill voice with calculation: "Brother Biao, Brother Lin, here's the thing. Manager Li of 'Jinxiu Pavilion' in the East City has recently gotten into some trouble. A new batch of Jiangnan silks in his shop has been targeted by the 'Grand Canal Gang' at the docks. Under the pretext of inspection, they've detained it for almost half a month, refusing to release it. It's obvious they want to extort a large sum. Manager Li has used his connections to come to us, offering this amount," he held up three fingers, "to ask us to step in, to safely retrieve the goods, and deliver them to the place he designates."

"The Grand Canal Gang?" Lin Feng frowned slightly.

The canal gang controlled the state's water and land ports, wielding immense power. They were the most powerful local bullies, not to be trifled with.

"Don't worry, it's not a head-on collision." Zhang Biao chuckled, revealing his smoke-stained teeth. "Those bastards from the Canal Gang only bully honest merchants. It would be too stupid of us not to go directly for the goods. Manager Li has already bribed a minor foreman at the dock's warehouse. Tonight at midnight, the goods will be quietly transported out through the side door of warehouse number three. What we need to do is have men waiting nearby. As soon as the goods leave the warehouse, we'll immediately intercept them and transport them as quickly as possible through back paths to the back door of the Li family's house in 'Old Locust Tree' alley in the western part of the city. Nobody will know."

He looked at Lin Feng, his gaze intense: "This job is lucrative, but risky too. The canal gang won't let the loss of their goods go unpunished; they'll definitely investigate. The brothers who provide backup need to be quick, bold, and able to keep things under control. They need to be able to handle patrolling soldiers or canal gang sentries. Brother Lin, you've just arrived; this is the perfect time to establish your authority. I'd like to put you in charge of this operation. What do you say?"

This is a test, but also an opportunity.

Leading the team to complete this "deal" would not only allow Lin Feng to immediately establish himself within Zhang Biao's forces and demonstrate his leadership and adaptability, but also give him access to the state's underground smuggling channels and connections, which is exactly what Lin Feng urgently needs.

Lin Feng didn't agree immediately. Instead, he asked, "How many people are escorting us? How many are on our side? Have we scouted the route? If we encounter tough opponents, should we retreat or fight?"

A series of questions, clearly structured and hitting the nail on the head, revealed that he was by no means just a brute with brute force.

A hint of surprise and admiration flashed in the eyes of Zhang Biao and the other leaders.