Chapter 47: Lin Madman's Invitation

【Ding! The host angrily rebukes the lackey, harshly condemns the traitor, gaining 150 hardness points!】

【Current hardness value: 4100 points】

Lin Yu let out a light laugh.

This system really does like to act on its own.

Anyway, that's fine; since we're going to stir up a storm in Shen City, then just...

Make a hole in the sky!

"; Zhou Wei."

"; Here!"

"; Go handle something," Lin Yu lit a cigarette, "; Bring all the French Concession gang leaders and business owners to the Fourth Bureau for me."

"; All?" Zhou Wei was startled for a moment.

"; Yes, all." Lin Yu exhaled a ring of smoke, "; Tell them, at eight tonight, I will hold a meeting at the Fourth Bureau."

He sneered, "; Anyone who doesn't come, bears the consequences themselves."

"; Boss," Zhou Wei hesitated a bit, "; These people together must be dozens, right?"

"; What are you afraid of?" Lin Yu squinted, "; I turned Cheng Hu into a blind man, still scared of these little shrimp?"

"; Understood!" Zhou Wei immediately grasped his meaning.

"; Go then," Lin Yu looked out the window, "; Let them all come and see what the Fourth Bureau's rules are."

"; Yes!"

Watching Zhou Wei's hurried retreat, Lin Yu's mouth curled into a cold smile.

Since Zhang Jingyao wants to file a complaint, I'll strike first.

Tonight, he will make everyone in the French Concession understand...

Here, Lin Yu is the true rule‑maker!

The news quickly spread throughout the French Concession.

The heads of the major gangs were restless. This Lin Madman suddenly gathering everyone to the Fourth Bureau could only mean trouble.

But not go?

Thinking of Cheng Hu's fate, they shivered.

That was the Green Gang boss, now reduced to a blind beggar on Xiafei Road.

Business owners were also pondering. This newly appointed Fourth Bureau Director even dared to burn the Japanese Consulate; who knows what he'll do next.

Even the Three Great Chinese Businessmen were no exception.

"; This madman!" Zhang Jingyao sat in the Public Administration Bureau office, his face grim, "; He just tore into me this morning, and now he wants to summon everyone to the Fourth Bureau!"

Shen Zhongyuan and Huang Genrong exchanged a glance, both seeing the worry in each other's eyes.

Although the three are Chinese Businessmen, each has his own business in the French Concession. Now this Lin Madman wants to muddy these waters, how could they not be anxious?

"; Not go?" Huang Genrong asked tentatively.

"; Do you dare?" Shen Zhongyuan sneered, "; What can't this madman do?"

Zhang Jingyao sighed, "; Go then, see what he actually intends."

The upper echelons of the French Concession were all uneasy about tonight's meeting.

But they all understood one principle:

They dare not decline Lin Madman's invitation!

At seven tonight, on Xiafei Road.

Luxury cars slowly parked at the Fourth Bureau entrance.

The gang heads, business owners, the Three Great Chinese Businessmen... prominent figures of Shen City's French Concession were almost all present.

They stood at the Fourth Bureau doorway, simultaneously gazing across the street.

There, a tattered‑clothed beggar knelt on the ground, holding a broken bowl, repeatedly kowtowing.

";... Is this Cheng Hu?" someone gasped.

Yes, that crippled, sunken‑eyed, twisted‑limb beggar is the former Green Gang boss Cheng Hu who once ruled the French Concession.

"; Please, gentlemen, show some kindness..." Cheng Hu's hoarse voice came, "; Give me some food..."

Everyone felt a chill shoot straight to their heads.

Just a week ago, this man was the Green Gang boss, entering mansions, calling the wind and rain. But now...

His once imposing face now bore two savage cigarette‑burn scars, sunken eye sockets, hollow, clearly having had his eyes gouged out.

His limbs twisted at bizarre angles, as if someone had brutally broken them and then haphazardly reattached them.

He knelt on the road like a bereaved dog, begging.

"; I heard..." someone whispered, "; He doesn't dare take a step off Xiafei Road. Director Lin said, if he dares to leave, he'll be chopped."

The crowd shivered.

This is the consequence of offending Lin Madman!

Zhang Jingyao looked at Cheng Hu across the street, recalling the morning conversation in Lin Yu's office, and couldn't help wiping cold sweat from his forehead.

Shen Zhongyuan and Huang Genrong's faces also looked grim. They finally understood why everyone dared not refuse this invitation.

"; Everyone, please come in." Zhou Wei stood at the doorway, politely saying.

The crowd glanced at Cheng Hu across the road, then at the Fourth Bureau's main gate, and a thought rose in their hearts:

Tonight's meeting will likely change the entire French Concession's landscape!

Fourth Bureau, second‑floor conference room.

Along the elongated conference table sat the French Concession's prominent figures.

The gang leaders sat properly, no longer displaying their usual swagger. The trading firm owners whispered, their eyes uneasy. Even the Three Great Chinese Businessmen appeared unusually restrained.

No one dared to speak loudly; a suppressive atmosphere filled the conference room.

"Director Lin is handling some urgent official business," Zhou Wei said politely from the doorway, "please wait a moment."

He waved, and several members of the Fourth Bureau immediately entered carrying a tea tray.

"Please have some tea,"

Looking at the tea cup before him, Zhang Jingyao suddenly recalled the scene of Lin Yu smashing a cup that morning and gave a wry smile.

This time they used not French porcelain but ordinary green porcelain cups.

Obviously, this was also Lin Yu's deliberate arrangement.

"I heard that this morning Mr. Zhang met Director Lin?" Shen Zhongyuan asked softly.

"Don't mention it," Zhang Jingyao shook his head, "that madman doesn't regard anyone at all."

"Then tonight..." Huang Genrong began, then stopped.

No one responded, but everyone understood in their hearts.

At tonight's meeting, Lin Madman is likely to set some rules.

And moreover...

Everyone looked at the green porcelain cup in their hands, and recalling Cheng Hu across the street, a thought rose in their minds:

This rule will probably be very cruel!

Twenty minutes later.

Lin Yu finally arrived, his military uniform crisp, a faint smile on his face.

"Everyone," he surveyed the room, "sorry to have kept you waiting."

Those seated rose one by one, yet no one dared to speak.

Lin Yu sat at the head seat, lit a cigarette, and said, "Zhou Wei, has everyone arrived?"

Zhou Wei flipped through the list, "Except for the representative of Naisili Trading Company, everyone else is present."

"Oh?" Lin Yu raised an eyebrow, his fingers lightly tapping the table, "why didn't they come?"

"They said..." Zhou Wei lowered his voice, "that this is a meeting of the Great Dry people, and they are inconvenient to attend."

"Ha," Lin Yu sneered, exhaling a smoke ring, "very well."

He glanced at his watch, "It is now 8:05."

His finger tapped again, "Within ten minutes, I want to see the person."

"Yes!" Zhou Wei turned and left at once.

Everyone felt the chill in Lin Yu's words.

That Frenchman's trading firm is likely to be in big trouble.

Zhang Jingyao and the others exchanged glances, each seeing worry in the other's eyes.

This madman even dares to burn the Orient Consulate; dealing with a trading firm should be a piece of cake.