Too many female prisoners, a special forces soldier transmigrates and marries wildly.

As night fell, the lights at Zuixianju were brighter than usual, but they also carried an indescribable restlessness.

In the largest private room upstairs, "Juyitang," two lavish banquets had already been set up. The aroma of wine mingled with the scent of perfume and a tense silence, filling the room.

In the main seat, Zhang Biao changed into a brand-new silk robe, his face plastered with a smile, but the smile looked like it was glued on, and his eyes and brows were stiff.

To his left sat "One-Eyed Dragon" and "Iron Abacus," while the seat to his right, which should have been Lin Feng's, was empty. Below them sat "Big Bear" and several other of Zhang Biao's trusted henchmen, all sitting upright with shifty eyes.

At another table sat Qian Youcai of the "Yongfa" shipping company, along with several small merchants and dock managers who were dependent on Zhang Biao, all looking anxious.

"Brother Biao, why hasn't Third Master Lin arrived yet?" Qian Youcai wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked cautiously. He had been quite frightened by Lin Feng's cold and hard aura at the dock that afternoon, and now he was feeling very uneasy.

"What's the rush? Brother Lin is busy with work, so what if he's a little late?" Zhang Biao picked up his glass, took a sip with feigned enthusiasm, but the liquor seemed to burn his throat. He coughed twice. "Come on, everyone, drink up, don't be shy!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to the private room creaked open.

Without any announcement or footsteps, Lin Feng appeared silently at the door.

The room fell silent instantly. All eyes were on him. Zhang Biao's fake smile froze, and his hand holding the wine glass trembled almost imperceptibly.

"Brother Lin... Brother Lin is here! Quickly, please take a seat!" Zhang Biao hurriedly stood up, pointed to the empty seat next to him, his voice more enthusiastic than before, but also drier.

Lin Feng didn't move, but stood at the doorway, his gaze sweeping across the room, taking in the expressions on everyone's faces—tension, fear, curiosity, and wariness. He finally looked at Zhang Biao, his tone calm: "Brother Biao, what important matter requires such a grand display?"

"Hey, what are you saying! What could be so important? We were just thinking that it's been a long time since we brothers sat down for a drink together. Boss Qian and all the managers are here too, so let's get together and have a good time!" Zhang Biao chuckled, walked around the table, and tried to pull Lin Feng's arm. "Come on, Brother Lin, sit down and talk, sit down and talk!"

Lin Feng turned aside, subtly avoiding his hand, and walked to the empty chair. He didn't sit down, but instead held the back of the chair and looked at Zhang Biao: "Brother Biao, we can drink and talk. However, before we drink, there's something I need to say to Brother Biao and everyone here."

The atmosphere in the room grew even more tense. Zhang Biao's expression changed slightly, but he forced a smile and said, "Brother Lin, what's the matter that's so serious? Sit down and let's talk over a drink!"

"Let's talk standing up, it'll be clear." Lin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears. "This afternoon, in the western part of the docks, I set new rules and erected a flag with the character 'Lin' on it. Huang Sanxiang, the leader of the Canal Gang, went there, and I explained the rules to him. Boss Qian of 'Yongfa' also went and completed the procedures according to the new rules."

He paused, then turned his gaze to Qian Youcai, whose face had turned pale: "Boss Qian, what I said, is it true or not?"

Qian Youcai's legs went weak when he was swept over by Lin's gaze, and he almost slipped off the stool. He hurriedly nodded and bowed, "Yes, yes, yes! Master Lin is right! The new rules are good! Clear and easy to understand! This humble...this humble one will certainly abide by them!"

Lin Feng stopped looking at him and turned to Zhang Biao, whose face had turned somewhat pale: "Brother Biao, it was agreed back then that the western section of the dock, and the western end of 'Muddy Hollow,' would be under my jurisdiction, and I would set the rules. You haven't forgotten that, have you, Brother Biao?"

Zhang Biao's smile vanished completely, a hint of annoyance flashing in his triangular eyes, yet suppressed by deep apprehension. He coughed dryly, "I haven't forgotten, of course I haven't forgotten! Brother Lin, I trust you to take charge! But..." He glanced at "Iron Abacus".

"Iron Abacus" understood, habitually pushing up his non-existent glasses on his nose, and said in a shrill voice, "Master Lin, we have no objections to you being in charge. It's just... with these new rules, many of the old customers at the docks, like the canal gangs and some shipping companies, are unhappy. They say that the old gift money and tribute money are gone, and business is getting harder. Also, the merchants on the western side are complaining about the 'land money' and 'peace money,' saying that the amounts you set are... different from before, and they're unsure. Master Biao is also worried that it might ruin the harmony and cut off their source of income, which is why he thought of inviting everyone here to discuss it together and see if these rules can be... slightly modified?"

The words were tactful, but the meaning was clear: Lin Sanli's rules have threatened everyone's interests, and now everyone is dissatisfied. Zhang Biao is here to "uphold justice" and make you change the rules.

Everyone else in the room lowered their heads, pricked up their ears, and felt their hearts pounding. This was about to lead to a complete breakdown in relations!

After listening, Lin Feng's face remained expressionless; he simply gave a soft "Oh," then looked at Zhang Biao: "Is that what you mean, Brother Biao?"

Zhang Biao felt uneasy under Lin's calm gaze, but with the die already cast, he had no choice but to proceed. He straightened his chest, trying to project his usual imposing manner: "Brother Lin, I'm not trying to interfere in your affairs. It's just that the business at the dock and in the west involves many things, and it can't be resolved with fighting. Harmony brings wealth! You see... perhaps some rules could be reconsidered? For example, the 'water fee,' could it be divided into different grades based on the size of the boat and the value of the cargo? And the 'land fee,' could we charge less to those small businesses? Let's make it a long-term business..."

"Brother Biao," Lin Feng interrupted him, his voice still steady, yet carrying a chilling penetrating force, "the rules I set are rigid. But people are flexible. If you think my rules are wrong, you don't have to come to the West Wharf, you can move out of the West End. I, Lin San, don't force you."

His gaze swept over "One-Eyed Dragon," "Big Bear," and the others, and he slowly said, "As for 'harmony brings wealth'... that depends on who you're dealing with. With those who follow the rules, I'll naturally be amicable. With those who don't follow the rules, or those who want me to change the rules..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the sudden, sharp glint in his eyes sent a chill down the spines of everyone who met his gaze.

"Lin San!" Zhang Biao finally couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his face flushed. "What do you mean by that? This dock, this western end, who gave you this territory in the first place? Who let you raise your flag? Without me, Zhang Biao, would you be where you are today? Now that you've grown wings, you don't even respect your older brother anymore?!"

He finally tore off his mask of hypocrisy.

The atmosphere in the room instantly plummeted to freezing point, and Qian Youcai and the others shrank back in fear.

Lin Feng looked at the furious Zhang Biao and suddenly smiled.

This smile, when it fell on Zhang Biao's face, made him even more uneasy than the cold look he had just received.

"Brother Biao, that's too harsh." Lin Feng's tone remained calm. "The docks and the western end weren't taken from you by me, Lin San; I earned them with my own fists and kicks. I crippled Song Mazi, I wiped out the bandits of Black Stone Beach, and I set the rules. As for what you said back then... yes, Brother Biao did give me a place to stay back then, and I remember that favor. So, I'll give you your 50% share, every penny, right on time at the end of the year. That's my 'harmony' as Lin San does."

He took a step forward, no more than three feet from Zhang Biao, his gaze calm yet carrying immense pressure as he stared at Zhang Biao: "But that's all. How the docks are managed, how the western end is operated, and what the rules are, are my business, Lin San's business. If Master Biao feels that the 50% stake isn't enough, or if he wants to extend his reach further..."

He paused, then spoke each word clearly: "Then don't blame me, Lin San, for not showing any mercy. In my bowl, there can only be one pair of chopsticks. Any more, and they'll be broken."