Causing Mayhem at the Hu Mansion, This is How Brutal It Is

The crowd entered in an orderly fashion, stepping into the Hu Mansion.

Following Brother Lin, heads held high, they didn't know the meaning of fear. Aside from Lin Fan and Yang Ming, who were officers, the rest were dockworkers, all from the lowest social strata.

In the past, if they had dared to barge in here, breaking their legs would have been a light punishment.

But now, they felt no fear.

Brother Lin was their confidence, their backbone. They were doing something big with Brother Lin.

"Who are you people? This is the Hu Mansion, who let you in?"

The Hu Mansion's steward heard the commotion and rushed over. Upon seeing a group of strangers barging in, he immediately stepped forward to question and block them.

Lin Fan reached out and pulled the steward's head towards him, grabbing him by the back of the neck. As he walked, he asked, "The Security Bureau is investigating a case. Behave yourself. Where is your young master? Call him out."

The steward, with his neck held fast, instantly became like a startled rabbit, desperately trying to bite.

"How dare you! Let go of me! This is the Hu Mansion, and I am the Hu Mansion's steward. Even if you are a Security Bureau officer, so what? To enter the Hu Mansion, you must present a visiting card."

Lin Fan immediately chuckled, "Oh? Quite feisty, aren't we? Not much skill, but a big temper. Wu Yong, Qian Tao, give him a few slaps to wake him up."

After speaking, he tossed the man behind him.

Wu Yong grabbed the steward and, raising his hand, delivered swift slaps, back and forth, leaving the steward red-faced and dazed. He was the Hu Mansion's steward, a man of status and position in Yong'an City.

When commoners saw him, they would at least call him "Master."

Now, right here in the Hu Mansion, these uncivilized brutes dared to slap his face? It was utter lawlessness.

Before he could recover, Qian Tao decisively delivered more slaps, causing the steward's mouth to bleed. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the group of people before him, who looked like fierce bandits.

"Guards! Where are the guards?"

A heart-wrenching roar.

Where had all the guards gone?

Shopkeeper Wang, feeling wronged in his heart, watched the scene in horror. He only wanted justice; he didn't want the wine recipe anymore, he just wanted to rescue his son.

Who would have thought Master Lin would be so efficient? No investigation, no connections, just barging in to apprehend someone.

His heart was pounding.

He could tell that Master Lin genuinely intended to get justice for him.

Entering the living room, the maids screamed and fled in disarray.

Lin Fan strode to the main seat, a grand armchair, and took the iron rod from his back, slamming it forcefully onto the ground. The expensive floor tiles cracked, and a hole was forcefully made.

He sat down with a plop, his gaze fixed on the servants cowering in the corner.

"Go, call your master and young master here."

After speaking, he closed his eyes to rest.

The accompanying brothers couldn't help but give Brother Lin a thumbs-up, silently cheering in their hearts.

Brother Lin, awesome.

Brother Lin, amazing.

Brother Lin is both awesome and amazing.

In the backyard, Master Hu was tending to his meticulously cultivated flowers and plants. With his vast family fortune, he was like a local emperor in Yong'an City, living a leisurely and contented life.

"Master, Master!"

Hurried footsteps and a panicked voice approached.

A servant ran over, panting heavily, "Master, something's wrong! Security Bureau officers have stormed the Hu Mansion and are demanding we hand over the young master."

Master Hu frowned slightly, "The Security Bureau? What are they doing here?"

"I don't know, but they're aggressive. The one leading them is a rookie officer named Lin Fan."

Lin Fan!?

Master Hu had some impression of this person. He had heard that the recent liveliness in Yong'an City was largely related to this individual. Although he knew little, he understood that this was a troublesome fellow.

"Let's go and see."

He didn't believe the other party would dare do anything to him.

Living room.

The person hadn't arrived yet, but laughter could already be heard.

"Haha, what wind has blown Officer Lin to our Hu Mansion? Your presence is an unexpected honor." Master Hu walked in from behind, hands clasped behind his back, a smile plastered on his face. Seeing so many people in the hall, He was slightly startled. These visitors were not here for pleasantries.

"What wind? Naturally, it's a crooked wind," Lin Fan opened his eyes, not moving from his seat in the armchair.

Master Hu smiled and said, "Officer Lin speaks humorously. Our Hu family has upheld integrity for generations. Our ancestors even produced a Martial Scholar. We are a family of scholars and poets, loyal and honest. We are known in Yong'an as a benevolent household. Officer Lin, with such a show of force today, could it be... a misunderstanding?"

"Those who have read will talk nonsense," Lin Fan scoffed. "Master Hu, I'm not here to see you today. Call your son out; I have something to ask him."

Upon hearing this.

Master Hu's smile gradually faded. He had offered a toast, but they refused to drink and instead chose to be punished. He had spoken kindly, yet the other party was so arrogant, as if they were someone important.

His expression darkened, and his tone grew colder: "My son has been feeling unwell recently and is recuperating in the back courtyard, so he is unable to receive guests. If the Security Bureau has matters to discuss, perhaps you could speak with this old man first?"

The meaning was clear.

You are ungrateful.

"What the hell am I talking to you for? I'm telling you nicely to call your son out. Don't be ungrateful and force me to do it myself," Lin Fan said coldly, looking at Master Hu.

Yang Ming, standing beside him, couldn't get a word in.

Everything was fine just a moment ago.

Suddenly, the atmosphere turned sour.

Brother Lin didn't seem to like beating around the bush. He had opened the main entrance and started a direct confrontation.

"What did you say?" Master Hu's voice suddenly rose, glaring at Lin Fan. "Even Steward Li speaks to me politely. How dare you, a commoner, be so audacious and presumptuous?"

He truly hadn't expected it.

This Lin fellow was truly audacious.

Did he think the Hu Mansion was a place he could run amok?

The golden Martial Scholar plaque hanging above the main hall, passed down for a hundred years, was the pride of their Hu family. Even the county magistrate would give it a thumbs-up.

What a Martial Scholar.

Hurried footsteps approached, and over a dozen guards carrying clubs rushed in. These were all thugs hired by the Hu family with a large sum of money. Each of them was broad-shouldered and muscular, with sharp eyes.

Clearly, they were not only well-fed with delicacies but also rigorously trained.

They had learned that a constable had come to the Hu Mansion to cause trouble.

They were instantly enraged.

So what if they were constables? They beat up constables who lacked foresight.

"Master, we're here."

The leader of the guards, A Meng, spoke in a booming voice and strode into the hall. He first bowed respectfully to Master Hu, then turned his head. His leopard-like eyes shot out fierce, cold light, fixing on Lin Fan.

The warning in his gaze was self-evident.

If you know what's good for you, get out yourself, or we'll break your legs.

Seeing that the guards had arrived, Master Hu felt reassured.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down indifferently at Lin Fan, who was still seated. "I welcome guests to the Hu family, but if you want to run amok here, you're not qualified. A Meng, escort our guest out."

"Yes, Master."

A Meng's face twitched as he revealed a cruel and mocking smile. He approached Lin Fan step by step, looking down at him with extreme contempt. "Constable, do you want to leave with dignity? Or should my brothers give you a hand and send you..."

Before he could finish the word 'out'.

BANG--!

A dull thud, like a heavy hammer striking a drum, suddenly exploded!

Everyone in the hall felt their vision blur. A dark figure flew backward like a tattered sack, moving so fast that no one could react.

With a series of clatters, the dark figure slammed heavily onto the bluestone floor in the courtyard, tumbling several times before stopping.

Everyone looked on in horror.

The guard who had been so arrogant moments ago was now curled up on the ground like a deflated shrimp. His face was as pale as paper, and a clear footprint was deeply imprinted on his chest. He suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood with a "wow," convulsing on the ground.

In an instant, the entire hall fell silent.

All the guards froze in place, their sneers instantly freezing into disbelief and terror. They all gasped, their palms sweating as they gripped their clubs.

This... how is this possible? He was kicked flying with one kick, and the distance was at least five or six meters. Is this something a human can do?

Master Hu's composure completely shattered. He gaped in astonishment, his eyes almost popping out, his mind a complete blank.

This is impossible.

Amidst the silence and horror.

Lin Fan slowly retracted his leg, brushed off some dust, and raised his hand, slapping the tea table beside him with a loud crack, making the teacups rattle.

"Master Hu, I'll say it one last time. Hand over your son immediately, or according to the law, you are guilty of 'concealing a criminal with knowledge.' Your Hu family's ancestor was a Martial Scholar; you wouldn't be ignorant of the law, would you? If your son has committed other crimes, your crime of harboring him will not be simple. Do you want to test whether your Hu family's bones are harder, or the shackles of the law are harder? Do you want to leave with dignity, or should I help you leave with dignity and spend some time in the prison, experiencing the prison's memory recovery technique? Huh-- speak."

At this moment, Yang Ming's eyes sparkled as he looked at Brother Lin. He saw a domineering aura that even his master lacked.

His heart was deeply moved.

He was in love, truly in love.

Shopkeeper Wang stood there, stunned, wishing he could kneel down to Master Lin. He truly hadn't expected Master Lin to dare to provoke the Yong'an tiger for a commoner like him.

From now on, whoever dares to speak ill of Master Lin.

If he doesn't hack them to death with a knife, his name isn't Wang.