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Following the grand ceremony of the Alliance Leader, Lin Feng finally solidified his sphere of influence. With the backing of the underground forces across the five coastal provinces, the timing was ripe for his return to Jinling.

"Grandmaster Lin, this is my phone number. Whenever you arrive in Jinling, just give me a call in advance, and I will personally come to welcome your esteemed arrival!" Gu Feng said respectfully as he handed over his business card.

"Rest assured, since I gave my word that I would go, I certainly will. I will definitely contact you once I reach Jinling," Lin Feng replied.

"Then I am at ease. Now that this matter is settled, I must return to report on my mission. Grandmaster Lin, until we meet again. Farewell!" Gu Feng cupped his hands in deep respect, turned around, and departed.

"Until we meet again."

...

Over the next half month, Lin Feng meticulously reviewed the intelligence regarding the major factions across the five coastal provinces.

Together with Wang Jisheng, he carefully devised plans and strategies to control the various factions, leaving behind three brocade pouches for Wang Jisheng to handle any unforeseen emergencies.

Having arranged everything, Lin Feng boarded a flight to Jinling alone.

On the plane, Lin Feng sat with his eyes closed in feigned sleep, circulating his internal energy.

Unexpectedly, a short distance in front of him, a low and furious roar suddenly shattered his meditation.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You spilled juice all over me! Clean it up right now, or you won't hear the end of it!"

A towering man, standing at least one meter eighty, possessed a robust, muscular frame and a fierce visage.

His arms were adorned with tattoos of a fierce tiger and a green dragon, and a terrifying scar ran across the corner of his eye, marking him unmistakably as a ruffian from the underworld.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Sir, I-I'll clean it up for you right away," the flight attendant stammered repeatedly.

The flight attendant was named Hu Wenwen, and today was her very first day on the job.

When she was serving the juice earlier, the aircraft had encountered turbulent air currents, causing her to accidentally spill the beverage onto the dark-faced giant's clothes.

Facing the burly man's roar, Hu Wenwen's lips trembled as she nervously pulled out a tissue to wipe the juice off his garments.

"Cut the crap with the tissue! Lick it clean with your tongue! Now!"

"What... lick it clean..."

Hu Wenwen looked down at the stain on the dark-faced man's clothes—right near his crotch. The man was clearly seizing the opportunity to exploit and harass her!

"That's right, lick it clean for me."

"You're going too far! Wenwen, don't be afraid of him, I'll handle this."

A male flight attendant, clearly harboring affection for Hu Wenwen, intentionally stepped in to shield her. He raised his head to look the dark-faced man straight in the eyes and said loudly, "Sir, Wenwen is on her first day of work, and the spill was an accident. She has already apologized. Isn't going this far a bit too excessive?"

"Hmph! Excessive? I've been in the Hung Hing Society for ten years, and I've never known the meaning of the word 'excessive.' Whoever dares to cross me, I have countless ways to deal with them. What? Does a tiny little steward like you want to play the hero?"

The dark-faced man was powerfully built, easily outweighing the flight attendant by more than double. His tiger-like eyes widened as he glared down from above, exuding an oppressive aura.

The flight attendant, who had previously stood righteous and eager to protect the girl of his affection, broke out in a cold sweat under the brute's intimidation.

The mere mention of the Hung Hing Society sent a shock through his mind.

In the city of Jinling, virtually everyone knew of the Hung Hing Society; the gray network of this underground syndicate spanned almost the entire city.

Nightclubs, KTVs, underground casinos, video game arcades, boxing rings—they controlled almost every form of illicit industry.

Not only that, but the leader of the Hung Hing Society, Zhong Limie, was rumored to possess peerless strength. Even Yan Kunfang, the pinnacle of Jinling's martial arts world, was no match for him. Commanding thousands of members under his banner, he was an undisputed overlord in Jinling!

The fact that the man belonged to the Hung Hing Society—and seemingly held a leadership rank—immediately crushed all courage out of the male flight attendant, leaving him with no nerve to intervene.

He cast a look of guilt toward Hu Wenwen, lowered his head in resignation, turned around, and walked away without looking back.

"Fang Qing, don't leave! Fang Qing..."

Terror gripped Hu Wenwen's heart. The steward who had stepped forward was practically her last hope.

Yet, under the intimidating might of the Hung Hing Society, he had retreated.

"Alright, stop struggling. It's not like I'm going to ravage you right here; just lick my pants clean, and I naturally won't make things difficult for you!"

The dark-faced man wore a lewd expression, his roving eyes constantly scanning Hu Wenwen's body.

With skin as white as snow, delicate and refined facial features, a waterfall of cascading hair, and a devilish, curvaceous figure, Hu Wenwen could easily be considered the most stunning flight attendant on the entire plane.

The dark-faced man had set his sights on her from the very beginning. The spilled juice was merely a pre-arranged tactic; what he wanted was a taste of her charms.

He had ruined no fewer than fifty beauties under his command, and Hu Wenwen—a peerless delicacy combining an innocent face with an alluring body—was precisely his favorite type. How could he possibly let her slip away?

"Really? As long as I lick it clean, you'll let me go?" Hu Wenwen asked weakly.

"Of course. My words carry weight. Once you lick my pants clean, I swear I won't give you any more trouble."

The dark-faced man feigned a promise. Cornered in such absolute despair, Hu Wenwen could only tremble as she slowly sank to her knees.

"Hahaha! The women I set my eyes on will sooner or later belong to me!"

Utterly triumphant, the dark-faced man stared at Hu Wenwen's snowy thighs, his mind wandering.

Just as Hu Wenwen was being coerced, a detached voice suddenly echoed from behind, interrupting the dark-faced man's plans.

"Hold on. Just because your clothes were soiled, you demand someone to lick them clean. What should happen if someone were to break your right hand instead?"

"Well, well, looks like someone has a death wish. What's this? You dare provoke the Hung Hing Society?"

The dark-faced man turned his head, followed the voice, and glared malevolently at the person who had ruined his fun.

That person was none other than Lin Feng.

"Well, aren't you a pathetic loser? What, trying to play the hero saving the damsel? Take a piss and look at your own reflection; with that pathetic look, I could knock you out with a single punch!"

Sensing his dignity challenged, the dark-faced man immediately abandoned Hu Wenwen and marched straight toward Lin Feng.

"My friend, don't be a fool! This guy is from the Hung Hing Society. In all of Jinling, they are the most powerful—arrogant, tyrannical, bullying the weak, and committing every imaginable evil. They dominate the entire city. Don't let a rush of blood to your head lead you to your own death!"

The flight attendant who had just fled now attempted to warn Lin Feng.

How could Lin Feng possibly pay him any heed?

Had it not been for the Hung Hing Society, Lin Feng wouldn't have bothered meddling in this affair.

In his previous life, his entire Lin family had been tormented by the Hung Hing Society, and the deaths of his grandfather, father, and mother were very likely orchestrated by them in the shadows.

If Liang Fengnian was the mastermind behind the scenes, then the Hung Hing Society was his pack of man-eating hounds!