"Boom—"
The punch of Master Fuli landed on the long table in the hall, bending the body of the white coyote. The long table, overloaded on one end, suddenly flipped like a seesaw and stood upright.
But a twenty-foot long table weighing four tons cannot stand upright in a four-meter high space.
The upturned table tore through the ceiling and crashed into the concrete floor above, scattering wood chips and dust.
"Miss, watch out!"
Lin Bingyun, noticing Lin Zhiyuan's abnormality in an instant, had already rushed to stand in front of Lin Ying, raising her briefcase and pulling out a curve to deploy the bulletproof shield folded inside, covering Lin Ying's front.
Without a hint of hesitation, Lin Ying pulled out a layer of Spirit Particle Potion from her front, injecting it into Lin Bingyun's shoulder.
With her expression calm as a tranquil pond, Lin Ying pulled Lin Bingyun back, using the cover of dispersing smoke and dust to step out, raising her Glock to aim at Lin Huasi's head and chest, and pulled the trigger four times.
"Bang bang bang—"
Flowers of blood splattered around, blooming on Lin Huasi's body.
Lin Huasi, with a hole in his head, did not die, his eyes filled with blood, glaring fiercely at Lin Ying.
Their gazes clashing, Lin Ying's face remained emotionless and cold, exuding nothing but a chilling intent to kill.
Mental preparation and readiness were matters for before the action.
Once the bow is drawn, there's no turning back for the arrow.
In a fleeting moment, Lin Ying had used the Glock in her hand to shoot at the four clan elders.
"Run!"
The sudden upheaval in the hall took everyone by surprise. Even seeing Lin Ying shoot and kill Clan Elder Lin Zhiyuan, though shocking, most of the hundred or so Lin Clan management members managed to remain composed.
Business battles are not as dire as gun battles and align with the Lin Clan's morals.
In hindsight, they'd likely only admire Lin Ying's ruthlessness and decisiveness, curious about how she persuaded the Grandmaster.
But as Lin Zhiyuan transformed into a monster, and with the magical progression of the long table being set upright by Lin Ying's accomplice, followed by the fist-killing of Lin Zhiyuan, the Lin Clan's management realized the hall's situation was far more complex than imagined...
This... was no ordinary business battle or power struggle!
"Old man, step aside!"
Master Fuli, ripping up the hall's ceiling and smashing the key spotlight lightbox, placed his hand on Lin Wu's wheelchair.
In Lin Wu's shock and bewilderment, Master Fuli gave a push, and the wheelchair, as if equipped with the strongest engine, shot backward.
The glasses flew off his scarred face, the already grim visage twisted more in the rush, drool escaping his mouth.
"Damn it..."
Lin Wu, lightly hitting the wall, shakily stood up from the wheelchair and ran toward the emergency exit.
"This... is the child..."
"Lin Ying might have gone to Siam and invited the old ghost..." Lin Wu, reaching the emergency exit, instinctively glanced toward the chaotic scene inside the basement hall.
The Lin Clan members were scurrying for cover, the main light source down, leaving only some glow to illuminate the dim hall, with the meeting long table shattered. From the destroyed lightbox, a large black mass fell toward the hall floor.
The boy Lin Ying brought along extended his arm, casually catching the dark shadow.
An enormous hammer appeared in Lin Wu's sight, entirely unreasonable in its size, even larger than the child's figure.
The boy gripped the gigantic hammer as if it were weightless, leaning forward as if to advance, or perhaps readying himself.
"Damn, I knew back at the Zhen Island battle against those Siberian giant hamster people, they'd eventually flood Blue Star." Lin Wu cursed, heading straight for the emergency exit to grab his gear.
Despite witnessing Lin Zhe exposing his peculiarity, making Lin Wu aware of certain matters.
Yet he never thought these modified humans were so rampant, even among the higher echelons of the Lin Clan.
"......."
On the big TV screen, Grandmaster Lin observed the hall with an indifferent expression, his eyes cold, as he leisurely took a salty-sweet biscuit, bit it, and began to chew.
And when the chaos first erupted, Lin Zhe, having kicked the long table, used the mutuality of force to move away with an office chair to the side of the hall, peering at the 270-inch screen with a sinister smile.
The cold and violent expression on Lin Zhe's face clearly hinted that things weren't as simple as they seemed.
On the television.
The words from Grandmaster Lin, welcoming the era of big landlords' rule, were by no means a mere slogan...
Lin Qi never liked speaking logically.
Because, through countless experiences in life, he profoundly understood one thing: for those who can't comprehend human speech, no amount of earnest advice compares to personal experience.
One explanation can teach a person.
Only heavy, painful, unforgettable lessons can make a person remember deeply.
Sitting on the office chair, Lin Zhe turned to look at Master Fuli holding the hammer, with a warm smile.
"They really ought to thank Master Fuli; it's just a pity the educational program was wasted..."
"Can't let everyone experience the early screening of the new era of big landlords' documentary."
......
Lin Zhe's muttering was known to no one but him, nor did anyone know that during his return to Xia Country, Lin Zhe also brought an educational gift pack for the traitors and onlookers among the Xia Country Lin's.
"Now...."
Having subdued Lin Zhiyuan and started the chaotic prelude in the hall, Master Fuli, with the Gravity Hammer in hand, did not initiate any hammering action but simply waited quietly.
Waiting until every traitor, normal person, loyal subject, all distanced themselves, all muddled together.
"All, kneel before me!"
Clutching the Gravity Hammer tightly, Master Fuli smashed it heavily on the ground.
As the Gravity Hammer swung down, invisible waves rose around, as if smashing into an invisible membrane.
With the force of Master Fuli, the membrane bent and collapsed, crashing onto the hall floor, the invisible membrane manifesting, turning from colorless to crimson accompanied by searing heat.
Compression, collapse, explosion, the crimson membrane reached its limit, escaping within the hall's space.
A white wave radiated from the hammer point, rippling like ocean waves, surging towards the hall's surroundings with a tremor of the ground.
The ripples spread outward, crashing into the Lin Clan management, lifting them off the ground, tumbling towards the walls, each person now like a mural, tightly adhered to the walls.
Their faces contorted, constantly enduring the pressure from the spreading air waves, their facial skin rippled.
Ultimately.
The air, explosively expanding, collided with the unyielding underground walls.
The turbulent currents pummeled and squeezed one another.
Finally, the elevator doors deformed, creating an exhaust portal, where the air seemed to find an outlet.
Hitting the inert elevator, soaring through the Lin Manor's roof, the elevator car twisted into an iron hunk, hurling into the sky, the violent air sweeping through, ejecting the basement hall's items upwards towards the sky.
By chance, the elevator shaft morphed into a smoking chimney spewing smoke.
With the hammer's fall, silence ensued.
Protected beneath Lin Bingyun, Lin Ying's face flushed unnaturally, opened her mouth wide, taking deep breaths of the gradually refilling air.
"Cough cough..."
Master Fuli, his little face flushed red, opened his mouth for breath:
"Lin Ying..."
"When you get home tonight, remember to get me a physics teacher."
"Absurd... one swing vacuumed the air, nearly suffocating me."
As he spoke, Master Fuli glanced at the Gravity Tenderizing Hammer Pro in his hand.
His power was immense, enough to use an Orca as a harpoon.
But...
This hammer is peculiar.
While he wielded the heavy hammer, he witnessed the Gravity Hammer expanding, as if absorbing something and with impact, unleashed entirely at a point, causing the pressure explosion.