24: Chapter 24 Lin Shi, the Godfather of the Underworld: Blood debts must be repaid in blood!

Early the next morning.

Lin Tian woke up, opened his eyes, and felt as if he had inexhaustible strength throughout his body.

The transformation from the Perfect Serum was a great success; apart from an increased appetite, there was nothing wrong with his body at all.

"Ding... Daily check-in complete... Reward issued: Chicago Futures Market trend chart for the next three months!"

"Finally, some good stuff!"

Lin Tian sat up from the bed in one motion, his face full of joy.

To be honest, the system had been giving him too much junk lately.

Things like Tang Bohu's paintings, Zhang Daqian's calligraphy, and Qi Baishi's shrimp paintings.

He had even almost collected the entire set of Harry Potter novels in a foreign language.

These items would sell for tens of millions in the future, but in the 19th-century USA, they were just a pile of waste paper and couldn't fetch any price.

This futures trend chart in his hand was different.

With it, he could definitely make a killing in the financial market.

After getting out of bed, Lin Tian took out a box of Darlie toothpaste rewarded by the system and washed up casually.

Walking into the courtyard, he began to practice his family's martial arts.

This set of martial arts had a significant background; it was called the Gu Ang Fist.

Legend had it that it was a killing technique used by the Zhuang wolf soldiers in the Guangxi region on the battlefield during the mid-to-late Ming Dynasty.

The moves were fierce and ruthless, aiming directly at the enemy's vital points, with terrifying lethality.

Modern Muay Thai evolved from this.

The current Lin Tian had been reborn; his neural reflexes and physical constitution were completely different.

After a set of punches and kicks, the wind whistled from his fists.

If it hit someone, a single punch could send them to the afterlife.

Lin Shi had just walked into the courtyard when he saw his son's lightning-fast agility and clapped his hands in joy.

"Well fought! Even if your grandfather came back to life, he wouldn't be as agile as you are now."

"Dad!" Lin Tian put away his stance and greeted him.

The father and son went to the front hall to finish breakfast and then went their separate ways.

Lin Tian went to manage the razor factory, while Lin Shi headed straight for the Zhigong Hall headquarters.

Chinatown, Zhigong Hall headquarters.

Lin Shi sat steadily at the dragon-head desk.

Before long, the Chinese secretary in a suit, Bai Ye, pushed open the door.

A middle-aged Chinese woman walked in quickly and bowed deeply to Lin Shi.

"What kind of trouble did you run into? Just say it." Lin Shi leaned back in his chair and spoke.

"Dragon-head Master, you must stand up for me!"

The woman said with a sobbing tone, "I wash clothes for people in Los Angeles, and my husband worked at a white-owned glass factory. Two weeks ago, he went to work and never came back!"

The woman wiped her tears and said, "I went to the factory to ask for him, but when the supervisor saw I was Chinese, he drove me away directly."

"Later, a kind white worker secretly told me that after my husband got off work, he was taken away by a white foreman named Collins, and he disappeared. My husband had a straightforward temper and often clashed with this foreman before..."

Halfway through, the woman covered her mouth, sobbing and unable to continue.

Lin Shi nodded: "Understood, I'll take this job. If my brother was truly harmed, I promise to make Collins pay in blood!"

"Thank you, Dragon-head!"

The woman walked out, thanking him profusely.

Lin Shi cut a Cuban cigar, and the secretary Bai Ye hurriedly struck a match to light it for him.

Taking a puff, Lin Shi instructed: "Bai Ye, call the next person in; don't keep the brothers waiting."

"Yes, Dragon-head!"

Bai Ye opened the door again.

This time, a middle-aged man came in and knelt on both knees as soon as he entered.

"Dragon-head, I beg you to show mercy and help me slaughter a few white beasts! As long as you nod, I am willing to donate all my family property to the hall!"

"Tell me the matter first. As long as it is reasonable, Hongmen will naturally stand up for you. As for money, do you think I would be short of a few bucks?" Lin Shi smoked his cigar, his tone calm.

The middle-aged man's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth: "I have lived in Chicago for more than ten years, and my eldest daughter was born here. Life was originally quite smooth..."

The man's story became more and more tragic.

His daughter worked in a bakery and was dragged into a dead-end alley by several white thugs after work at night and violated.

When he ran home, his daughter's eyes were dull, and she even had thoughts of dying.

Chinese people value reputation the most; with his daughter violated, the father's heart was torn, and he went directly to the police.

But in the foreigners' territory, there is simply no reason.

The thugs had money and power and hired top-notch lawyers.

The judge acquitted them directly and counter-accused the girl of flirting, even claiming money was paid.

The thugs were released in court and even mocked the man on their way out.

The man couldn't swallow this insult, so he cut off his queue and joined Hongmen, hoping that the hall would uphold justice.

"So, you want them to die?" Lin Shi asked.

"Yes! They all must die!" The man knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"This is not cost-effective to handle. Your daughter's reputation is ruined, but she is still alive. If we cause deaths, the police will definitely target Hongmen, and the price is too high." Lin Shi analyzed with a cold face.

"But the reputation of us Chinese..."

"I understand."

Lin Shi interrupted him and proposed an idea: "How about changing the way we play? Let these beasts lose their tools for evil forever and become eunuchs from now on, how about that?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted.

This was even more ruthless than killing them with a single blade!

It could both avenge him and avoid a murder case.

The man kowtowed heavily and retreated with endless gratitude.

Busy for a whole day, Lin Shi sat in the room and met with dozens of Chinese compatriots who had come from all over for help.

Seeing that it was dark, the secretary Bai Ye opened his notebook and reminded: "Boss, California Senator Mr. Bernard has sent an invitation for you to have dinner at the Kansas City Club at 7:00 PM."

Lin Shi sighed: "This old fox is about to run for election again; he must be counting on me to pay for sponsorship."

He calculated briefly and nodded: "Since I promised early on, let's go!"

Lin Shi walked out of the headquarters building, took Bai Ye, got into the carriage, and headed straight to the luxury club.

This was the daily work of the Lin family leader, the godfather of the Chinese underworld.

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Lin Shi listened to his son's ideas one hundred percent.

He completely turned into a ruthless underground emperor.

As the Chinese who had been helped spread the word, Zhigong Hall became completely popular in the Chinese community.

With just an iron plaque, one could block the bullies from outside.

When encountering difficulties, as long as the request was reasonable, the Dragon-head would definitely stand up for you.

Since taking on the job of mediating for people, Zhigong Hall handled things beautifully and never failed a single case.

Now in the eyes of the Chinese in the USA, the prestige of Hongmen was at its zenith.

There were 300,000 Chinese in the country, and at least 250,000 had sworn allegiance.

The power network spread directly across the entire USA.

At the same time, Chicago.

A Hongmen elder was holding a goblet, attending a high-end cocktail party hosted by white people.

This old guy was a diehard who opposed Lin Shi every day and secretly caused trouble.

He always felt that he had built the empire with the previous Dragon-head, was a great contributor to expanding the territory, and even if a new Dragon-head took office, he wouldn't dare to cut him down.

A while ago, when the conference was held in San Francisco, he colluded with a group of oppositionists to make trouble on the spot, making Lin Shi unable to step down, and in the end, everyone parted on bad terms.

Thinking he could rival Lin Shi, this old guy returned to his lair in Chicago and intensified his actions.

He privately accepted an invitation from foreign gangs, didn't even report to the hall, and gave the foreigners a guarantee: Hongmen would never grab white people's territory, let alone offend foreign friends for the sake of compatriots.

Currently, Hongmen was expanding too scarily, vaguely becoming the number one gang in the country.

White people were naturally unhappy to see a tightly organized Chinese gang growing under their noses.

Although there were differences within the Republican Party regarding the attitude towards Chinese, and in the last month, the Chinese had cut their queues and changed their appearance, the impression in the hearts of white commoners had improved quite a bit.

But ordinary white people were easy to fool, while politicians playing politics were not to be trifled with.

There were many white supremacists mixed in; not only did they not put away their discrimination, but they felt that Chinese who understood rules and valued unity were even more dangerous.

Constrained by the Republican Party President pressing from above, the officials couldn't act openly.

This group was full of bad intentions and figured they would start from within Hongmen.

As long as they instigated infighting, with Chinese fighting Chinese, it would be the best for the foreigners.

Decades ago, foreigners relied on this kind of low-class tactic to incite various halls to fight for territory, causing casualties everywhere.

If it hadn't been for the War of Resistance later, the internal part of Hongmen would never have been able to unite.

The old guy drinking with a flushed face at the cocktail party today was exactly the knife the foreigners supported to oppose Lin Shi.

The foreigners thought this move was very clever.

Because a small group of oppositionists had indeed appeared within Hongmen.

They clamored everywhere, saying that Lin Shi's reforms were pushing the Chinese into a pit of fire and would sooner or later invite the suppression of foreign armies.

They even proposed that as long as the Dragon-head was willing to soften his stance and immediately expel the tens of thousands of new brothers recruited this month, the foreign officials could let bygones be bygones.

Hearing such nonsense, Lin Shi was full of disdain and couldn't even be bothered to respond.

If he really did what they said, the credibility of Zhigong Hall in the hearts of his compatriots would be cleared to zero.

For the gang, this would be a devastating disaster.

Having struggled in the USA for twenty years, he knew that the mouths of foreign officials were deceitful ghosts; only fools would believe them.

To deal with such spineless people who betrayed their compatriots, Lin Shi had long listened to Lin Tian's advice and was determined to clean up the house.

Chicago cocktail party hall.

The old guy was raising his glass to brag to the foreigners.

A white man in a black top hat next to him suddenly pulled out a Colt revolver and pulled the trigger directly at the old guy.

Bang, bang, bang!

The old guy was hit by several shots, one of which directly blew open his forehead.

Blood splattered all over the floor.

As soon as the gunshot rang, the cocktail party instantly turned into chaos.

Amidst the panic and screams, the white killer tucked the gun into his chest and slipped out of the hotel.

Only a group of shocked white gentlemen remained.

In fact, it wasn't just Chicago that saw blood that night.

New York, Los Angeles, Washington—assassination incidents occurred one after another in major cities.

All those who died were the ringleaders and elders who caused trouble in Hongmen.

The most brilliant part was that the ones who pulled the trigger to take their lives were all white killers.

Elder Yan and other older-generation managers who received the news understood everything clearly.

The batch of people who died were all troublemakers who had confronted Lin Shi at the conference.

Everyone just sighed, not feeling sorry for them in their hearts.

These well-informed old veterans knew clearly that the new Dragon-head could bring Hongmen to where it was today, and just as the gang was about to truly flourish, these parasites took dirty money from foreigners to hold them back.

Including Elder Yan, everyone looked down on such scum from the bottom of their hearts.

Although killing them all in one night was a ruthless method, it also saved countless future troubles.

Early the next morning.

After listening to the briefing read by the secretary Bai Ye.

Lin Shi leaned on the boss's chair, his face showing a hint of mockery.

The stumbling blocks that stood in the way of the Chinese standing up were not worth pitying even in death!