"Mr. Lin, you're joking. My family has lived on this land for hundreds of years; naturally, we belong here."
As soon as this was said, the Luo family members in the study were utterly shocked. They stared wide-eyed at Roger and Lin Beichen, unable to believe their ears.
In their hearts, Roger had always been an untouchably authoritative figure, yet now he was being so humble in front of this young man.
Lin Beichen remained unfazed, continued with his legs crossed, and said, "Is that so? With that phony foreigner's outfit you're wearing, I really couldn't tell. But whether you're a fake foreigner or a half-breed, it's none of my business. So, tell me, why the rush to bring me here?"
Roger was taken aback, and a hint of bewilderment flashed across his face.
He hadn't expected Lin Beichen to so directly inquire about his intentions. However, he quickly adjusted his mindset and was ready to speak when Lin Beichen suddenly stood up.
He silently stared at Roger and the others, plunging the entire study into dead silence.
Roger felt immense pressure, cold sweat constantly appearing on his forehead.
He knew that without a plausible explanation, it would be hard to settle things peacefully today.
Just then, a loud "bang" shattered the silence in the study.
Lin Beichen slammed a fist onto the stone throne, shattering the right armrest.
He looked coldly at Roger and the others, his tone filled with anger: "Do you all take me for an idiot? Don't know what I'm talking about? Didn't know you sent people to bring me here? Am I that familiar with you?"
Roger's face alternated between blue and white, feeling extremely awkward.
He knew that he had truly hit a wall this time; the young man before him was not only powerful but also extraordinarily cunning and difficult to deal with.
He took a deep breath, striving to stay calm, then began to speak: "Mr. Lin, please don't be angry; I indeed have some matters that need explaining to you…"
However, Lin Beichen did not give him the chance to explain, bluntly interrupting him: "Enough, openly bribery and all for such a large sum, and you say it has nothing to do with that dead fat guy?"
As he spoke, he lifted his phone and took a few shots of the dark box, then turned to face Roger, whose face had turned ashen, and continued: "Now that we have both evidence and witnesses, do you want to confess your criminal acts voluntarily, or should I send you to the tiger chair and let you spill slowly?"
Lin Beichen's words revealed an unprecedented coldness and authority, sending a shiver down Roger and the others. They knew this time they were truly doomed.
These people, selling contraband, don't they understand how much disaster this brings to families? Deliberately breaking the law deserves death!
The smile vanished from Roger's face; his expression turned gloomy as he said to Lin Beichen, "Mr. Lin, you can eat carelessly, but don't speak carelessly. Reckless words can bring about major trouble."
Luo Zisheng also walked over, glancing coldly at Lin Beichen and spoke: "Mr. Lin, a wise man will recognize the times. Take this box of gold and walk away, and from then on we're family; isn't that better? Why invite trouble upon yourself?"
In the eyes of the Luo family, this full box of gold was enough to buy anyone's silence.
Such a simple matter, surely this young man would gladly accept it?
But Lin Beichen just sneered and disdainfully glanced at the Luo father and son: "Just you guys? Think you can bring me mortal danger? Are you even worthy?"
These words left the whole room silent.
The Luo father and son were trembling with anger, their faces flushed red.
They truly couldn't comprehend why this young man would refuse such a huge temptation.
Just then, a loud noise broke the silence.
It turned out to be a Luo family youth standing at the door, who punched the bookshelf. The bookshelf was immediately punched out with a big hole, books scattering all over.
He walked up to Roger, glaring fiercely at Lin Beichen: "Lin, don't mistake my goodwill for cowardice. If you know what's good for you, get the hell out; otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
Lin Beichen glanced at him, then looked at the hole in the bookshelf, with a mocking smile on his lips: "Interesting. You guys have this trick up your sleeves? But just him? Wants to mess with me?"
Roger didn't say anything, just retreated two steps, attitude already clear.
And the Luo youth had eyes turned red, dashed furiously towards Lin Beichen, shouting angrily: "Looking down on me? I'll show you how capable I am!"
Lin Beichen, however, stroked his chin and turned to ask Luo Zisheng: "Didn't you say you're the only son of your dad? Where did this boy come from?"
Luo Zisheng hesitated without answering. Lin Beichen suddenly understood: "Turns out it's an uneducated stray."
"What did you say?!" The Luo youth was enraged, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, he exploded, "Try saying that again!"
Lin Beichen, though, just gave him a disdainful glance: "Really think you're something? Even your dad doesn't dare to scream at me; what the hell are you?"
"What the hell am I?" The Luo youth sneered, "I'll show you what I am!" Speaking, he launched a punch at Lin Beichen.
However, Lin Beichen casually landed a punch on his chest.
With a loud "bang," the Luo youth flew backward like a rag doll, falling heavily to the ground a dozen meters away.
His mouth was crooked, nose collapsed, teeth fell out, chest caved in, blood covering his body, miserable beyond compare.
Just this one move took away most of his life!
Lin Beichen walked to him, stepped on his face, and said indifferently: "Next time when you want to talk to me, remember to keep it brief. I don't have time for your nonsense, got it?"