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"Where did this blind fool come from? Can't you see Master Song is here on business?" One of Song Mazi's henchmen brandished a wood-chopping knife and stepped forward, shouting insults.

Lin Feng didn't even glance at him, his gaze fixed directly on Song Mazi's face. He spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly carrying throughout the dock: "Song Mazi?"

Song Mazi felt a sudden jolt of unease under Lin Feng's excessively calm gaze, but emboldened by his superior numbers, he puffed out his chest and gruffly said, "It is indeed you, Master Song! Kid, which gang are you from? Daring to meddle in my business?"

"Lin San," Lin Feng uttered two words.

"Lin San?" Song Mazi was stunned for a moment, then seemed to remember something, and his face showed realization and sarcasm.

"Oh—you mean that new 'Third Master' who's just risen to prominence under Zhang the Cripple? I heard you were pretty tough at the docks last night? What, Zhang the Cripple is too scared to come himself, so he sent you to your death?"

His men burst into laughter again.

Lin Feng's face remained expressionless. He simply took two steps forward, his gaze sweeping over the injured man on the ground, then at the three seized boats, before turning back to Song Mazi: "Did you hit the man? Did you seize the boats?"

"So what if I am?" Song Mazi sneered, taking two steps forward, a heavy machete in his hand. "Kid, don't think you're so great just because you can fight. When I was slaughtering the Di Rong in the north, you were still breastfeeding! If you know what's good for you, get lost and go back to tell Zhang the Cripple that this dock is mine! Otherwise..."

He didn't finish his sentence because Lin Feng moved.

When it moves, it's as swift as thunder!

Without warning or a word, Lin Feng's figure moved like a ghost, instantly covering two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) and appearing before Song Mazi in astonishment! His right hand shot out like lightning, not to attack a vital spot, but to grab Song Mazi's wrist holding the knife with incredible speed!

Song Mazi was shocked and instinctively tried to break free and swing his knife, but he felt as if his wrist was being gripped by an iron clamp. A sharp pain shot through him, and half of his body went numb! He roared and slammed his left fist into Lin Feng's face!

Lin Feng neither dodged nor avoided, but instead met the attack with his left hand. He struck first, accurately grabbing Song Mazi's wrist and twisting it in one smooth motion!

"Snap!"

A sickeningly clear sound of bone cracking rang out!

Song Mazi's left wrist bent at an eerie angle, and he let out a pig-like scream as the cleaver clattered to the ground.

Lin Feng didn't stop moving. He twisted his body, lowered his shoulder, and delivered a fierce and unparalleled leaning shoulder strike, which landed solidly on Song Mazi's chest!

"Bang!"

Song Mazi's robust body, weighing over 200 pounds, was struck as if by a charging wild bull. His feet left the ground, and he flew backward, crashing heavily onto the bluestone slabs of the dock. He rolled several times before stopping, coughing up blood. Several of his ribs were broken, and he couldn't even crawl.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye; from Lin Feng's move to Song Mazi's fall, it was only a matter of two or three breaths!

The dock was deathly silent. Everyone was stunned, including Song Mazi's men, who all gaped open like ducks with their necks being choked.

Lin Feng slowly withdrew his stance, not even glancing at Song Mazi lying on the ground like a dead dog. His gaze swept over the twenty-odd stunned subordinates, and his voice was as cold as ice: "Anyone else want to try?"

Silence, a deathly silence.

Only the river breeze and Song Mazi's suppressed groans could be heard.

Someone's stick clattered to the ground. Then, as if contagious, machetes, wooden sticks, bricks… all fell to the ground with a clatter. The twenty-odd henchmen who had been so menacing just moments before were now ashen-faced, their legs trembling, some even wetting themselves.

Is this guy even human? The boss was crippled in a single move?!

"Get lost," Lin Feng uttered a single word.

The group of people, as if granted a pardon, scrambled away, abandoning their wounded companions and stolen goods, and vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving only a mess and the groaning Song Mazi behind.

The dock fell silent.

All eyes were now focused on the young man who stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes still neat and tidy.

Awe, fear, worship... all sorts of emotions spread among the people.

"Brother Liu, Hou Qi," Lin Feng turned to Liu Sandao and Hou Qi, who were also somewhat stunned, and said, "Take the injured brothers to get treatment. Inventory the ships and cargo and put them back in their places. From now on, at the West District dock," he paused, his gaze sweeping over the onlookers in the distance, his voice rising and clearly echoing throughout the dock, "I, Lin San, call the shots. Not a penny less. Those who shouldn't have touched the ground, and this is their fate."

He pointed to Song Mazi, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

"Yes, Master Lin!" Liu Sandao and Hou Qi reacted, their spirits lifted, and they answered in unison, their voices loud and clear.

On the dock, someone shouted first, "Master Lin is mighty!"

Immediately afterwards, shouts rose and fell, growing louder and louder.

The laborers, vendors, and even some of Zhang Biao's former men joined in the shouting. Their gazes toward Lin Feng were filled with fervent anticipation.

After this incident, the name "Third Master Lin" truly became established at this dock, in this "muddy place," in the most direct and domineering way!

Zuixianju (Drunken Immortal Abode)

Zhang Biao personally poured Lin Feng a full glass of wine, his face now devoid of any hesitation, only filled with admiration and a hint of relief: "Brother Lin! I'm convinced! Utterly convinced! That bastard Song Mazi, who's been running rampant for so long, was crippled by you in one fell swoop! That's satisfying! Come on, bottoms up! From now on, you're in charge of the west wing! Fifty percent of the shares—have 'Iron Abacus' deliver the account books and deeds tomorrow!"

Lin Feng raised his glass, clinked it with his, and drank it all in one gulp.

The liquor was strong, but it couldn't compare to the surging ambition in his heart.

This is just the beginning. Having secured the West Wharf and gained a stable source of revenue and prestige, the next step is to recruit more talent and extend our reach even further.

Lin Feng is about to truly stir up trouble in this prefectural capital.

Outside the window, the night in the "muddy puddles" was still noisy and chaotic.

But in this elegant room on the second floor of Zuixianju, amidst the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts, a new atmosphere has quietly taken shape.

The fame of "Master Lin" will spread rapidly to every dark corner of the prefecture with the legends of tonight's docks, attracting those who yearn to change their fate and follow the strong to gather here.