With Jiang Yan's permission, Lin Yu called Xue Qin and asked her to help negotiate the purchase of the storefront from her friend.
Since it was Lin Yu making the request, Xue Qin couldn’t refuse. With her mediation, her friend quickly transferred the property to Lin Yu.
The deal was settled at 80,000 yuan per square meter, totaling around six to seven million yuan. Jiang Yan’s heart ached at the expense, but since the money was Lin Yu’s anyway, she decided not to interfere—let him do as he pleased.
The store was already clean and well-maintained, so it didn’t need much renovation. After some tidying up, installing counters, and stocking up on medicinal herbs, it would be ready for business.
With Song Zheng’s help, the shop was soon fully decorated, and the signboard was hung—a wooden plaque with gold characters on a black background: **Huisheng Hall**.
Most of the preparations were complete. The only things left were the necessary medical licenses and certifications.
Going through the bureaucratic process one by one would be too tedious, so Lin Yu simply called Deng Jianbin and asked for his assistance.
Deng Jianbin immediately agreed and asked curiously, "Brother He, are you planning to open your own clinic?"
"That’s right. I’ll need Director Deng’s support when the time comes," Lin Yu said with a chuckle.
"Brother He, don’t speak so formally! Between us, there’s no need for such talk. Don’t worry, when you open, Director Wei and I will definitely come to celebrate," Deng Jianbin assured him.
Just as Lin Yu hung up, a woman in her thirties walked in—curly-haired and somewhat attractive. She glanced at the sign outside before asking, "Is this a traditional Chinese medicine shop?"
Lin Yu nodded. "Sorry, we’re still setting up. We’re not officially open yet."
"I sell medicinal herbs. Here’s my card. When you’re ready to open, just call me, and I’ll deliver what you need," the woman said, handing him a business card.
"Sorry, I already have a supplier," Lin Yu declined. Song Zheng had already introduced him to a reliable wholesaler with fair prices.
Lin Yu had personally inspected the herbs—their quality was excellent, so there was no need to switch.
"Then cancel with them and use mine," the woman said firmly, shoving the card into his hand.
"Miss, I said I don’t need it. Thanks," Lin Yu replied, his expression turning cold.
The woman smirked, sizing him up. "You think I’m here to negotiate? Whether you like it or not, you’ll use my products. Otherwise, this shop of yours won’t last long."
"Oh? I’d like to see how you plan to stop me," Lin Yu sneered.
Right in front of her, he tore the business card to shreds. He hadn’t even opened yet, and already someone was trying to strong-arm him? If this was how things were before opening, what would happen afterward?
"You—! Fine! Just wait—this shop will be shut down!" The woman pointed at him furiously before storming out.
Lin Yu ignored her and went back to cleaning.
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Half an hour later, shouts erupted from outside.
"Right here—dump it!"
A bucket of liquid came flying in. Lin Yu dodged instinctively, but the floor was instantly drenched in dog’s blood.
Furious, Lin Yu snapped, "Who the hell did that?!"
"Your daddy!"
Three thugs swaggered in, led by a man with a row of ear piercings. He sneered at Lin Yu. "Listen here, if you don’t buy my sister’s herbs, I’ll make sure you—"
Before he could finish, Lin Yu was already in front of him.
*Whack!*
A single slap sent the man’s head spinning 130 degrees to the side, his whole body twisting before he crashed to the floor.
"Shit! You dare hit our boss?!"
The other two thugs charged. Lin Yu didn’t even move—just kicked swiftly between their legs.
*"Aooow!"*
They crumpled to their knees, clutching their groins in agony.
"You’re dead! You hear me? Dead!" the earring-clad thug groaned from the floor, clutching his neck. His voice was strained—his neck was definitely fractured.
He pulled out his phone and dialed. "Brother Zui? I got jumped! Bring backup—this guy’s tough. More guys, yeah. Xianlin Road, Huisheng Hall."
Hanging up, he kept moaning but still managed to threaten Lin Yu. "You’re finished! Just wait!"
"After all these years in the underworld, did your boss never teach you not to provoke someone while you’re still at their mercy?" Lin Yu grinned, crouching beside him.
With a sharp tug—*pop!*—the thug’s arm dislocated.
*"Aaaah! It hurts—!"*
Sweat poured down his face from the searing pain.
"Hurts? Let me fix that."
Lin Yu twisted the arm back into place—*crack!*
*"Aaaah!"*
The thug screamed again.
"You’re dead… dead…" he whimpered.
*Pop!*
The arm dislocated again.
*Crack!*
Back in place.
*Pop! Crack! Pop! Crack!*
Lin Yu treated the thug’s arm like a toy, popping it in and out repeatedly.
The other two thugs paled. This guy was a monster.
"Why’d you stop screaming?" Lin Yu glanced at the earring-clad thug and realized he’d passed out from the pain.
"Hey, wake up. Napping now is bad timing—you still have to clean up this dog’s blood."
Lin Yu pinched the man’s philtrum, jolting him awake.
"B-brother… please… no more… I was wrong…" the thug sobbed.
"Who the hell dares touch my men?!"
A furious roar came from outside. A dozen more thugs poured in, led by none other than **Zhang Dazui**—the same guy who had ambushed Lin Yu on Fengling Bridge under Zheng Tianyi’s orders.
"Well, well, Brother Dazui! What a surprise!" Lin Yu greeted him cheerfully.
"R-Rong… Rong *Ge*?!"
Zhang Dazui nearly tripped over his own feet. The memory of Lin Yu’s terrifying skills that night was still fresh in his mind—sometimes, he even had nightmares about it.
He wanted to turn and run, but to save face in front of his underlings, he forced himself to stay.
"These three—yours?" Lin Yu frowned.
"Y-yes! I mean, no—" Zhang Dazui stammered.
"Which is it?"
"They *were*, but not anymore! I just kicked them out of the gang! Now they’re my enemies! Anyone who offends Rong Ge is my sworn rival!" Zhang Dazui declared righteously, inwardly proud of his quick thinking.
The three thugs turned pale. They’d called their boss for help, only for him to switch sides instantly.
"Brother Zui, you gotta help me! What’ll you tell my sister?!" the earring-clad thug wailed.
"Tell her to screw herself!" Zhang Dazui barked.
His own survival was at stake—who cared about explanations?
Against Lin Yu’s skills, killing him would be as easy as crushing an ant.
"In that case, Brother Zui, do me a favor and supervise these three while they clean up this mess," Lin Yu said pleasantly.
"You heard Rong Ge! Get to work!" Zhang Dazui kicked the trio.
They scrambled up, looking for brooms.
"Wait, wait—brooms won’t do. I want it spotless." Lin Yu smiled innocently. "Use your tongues."
"T-tongues?!" Zhang Dazui’s eyes bulged.
"Yeah. Got a problem with that?" Lin Yu arched a brow.
"N-no! Lick! They’ll lick!"
Zhang Dazui kicked the thugs again. Whimpering, they dropped to the floor and began lapping up the blood.
The earring-clad thug, neck still crooked, licked miserably, tears streaming. He’d come to avenge his sister—now he was the one getting humiliated.
Watching them lick the filthy blood, Zhang Dazui and his men covered their mouths, fighting back nausea.
Only when the floor was spotless did Lin Yu wave them off.
Zhang Dazui backed away, bowing repeatedly. "Rong Ge, may your business thrive and prosper… prosper…"
Once outside, he exhaled sharply, then slapped the three thugs hard.
"You idiots! Next time, pick your fights better—not everyone’s an easy target!"
The earring-clad thug’s neck, already broken, was now permanently crooked from the slaps.
At the hospital, he called his sister, sobbing as he recounted the ordeal.
"That useless Zhang Dazui! After all the nights I spent with him!" the woman cursed. "Don’t worry, little brother. I’ll avenge you. That shop won’t last a week!"
She hung up and dialed another number.
