"Alright, I should head back now. Old Yang, take good care of your injuries."
In the hospital room, Lin Fan sat by the bed, adjusting his breath for a mont.
He stood up, regaining his energetic deanor, and solemnly instructed Master Yang and the others.
"Also, keep a close eye on the Yun City Shen Family, Old Song and Old Jiang."
"Rest assured, Mr. Lin. If any trouble arises on Director Shen's side, we will rush over to help imdiately!"
Master Jiang and Master Song responded seriously with cupped hands.
Master Yang, who was lying on the hospital bed, also nodded heavily.
"Boss, you're incredible. With a single action, you've added four more Qi Condensation Grandmasters to the Imperial Capital. It's bound to create a stir throughout the Martial World in Xia Country!"
Leaving the hospital room and heading downstairs, Wang ng's eyes shone with deep admiration as he sincerely marveled.
"It's only because they have a good foundation. I rely went with the flow."
Lin Fan shook his head, opened the door of a parked black rcedes, and sat inside.
"Let's go back to the Xia Family Mansion. It's been a while, and I don't want the old master to worry."
"Alright, let's head ho!"
Wang ng grinned, jumped into the driver's seat, and started the engine.
Suddenly, he rembered sothing, his face changed dramatically, and he slapped his forehead hard.
"Oh no, I forgot sothing very important. They're probably waiting impatiently..."
Saying this, Wang ng quickly took out his phone and opened a banking app.
But when he saw the account balance, he paused, his expression turning sowhat stiff.
"What, short on money?"
Seeing this, Lin Fan, sitting in the passenger seat, moved and also took out his phone.
"How much do you need? I'll transfer ten million to you for now."
"This... Boss, I really am short of money, but I can't take your money."
Wang ng's eyes showed emotion, but then he shook his head.
"Back when I was with the Wen family, my monthly salary was enough."
He hesitated, a deep sadness and helplessness appearing in his expression.
"I don't spend much on myself. It's mainly... to support the families of my fallen comrades."
When he finished speaking, the car fell into a brief silence.
"... Don't the relevant departnts care about their families at all?"
Lin Fan silently puffed his cheeks, his gaze turning slightly cold.
"They do manage, and they received compensation. A bit of money is also distributed each month..."
"But, because I took matters into my own hands back then and didn't follow Ying Rufeng's incompetent commands, the fallen brothers were all denied martyr status by Shen Changlong!"
"So, the families received much less in compensation and monthly subsidies... I feel guilty and want to make ands."
"That's why I'm desperately earning money, even resorting to doing dirty work for the Wen family."
Wang ng lowered his head, tightly gripping the steering wheel, causing his knuckles to turn pale.
"Why didn't you tell about this sooner?"
Lin Fan frowned tightly, asking in a sowhat angry tone.
"Do you, Wang ng, think they're not my brothers as well?"
"No, absolutely not. I just didn't want to trouble you with my affairs."
Wang ng's face changed drastically, hurriedly waving his hands to explain.
"Since they're brothers of the Hulin Guard, they're also my brothers... Are there any in the Imperial Capital?"
Lin Fan pondered for a mont, took Wang ng's phone, and directly transferred a billion to his bank account.
"Boss, that's way too much! I can't accept it, quickly take it back!"
Seeing the sudden long string of numbers in the balance.
Wang ng was startled, shaking his head with sha.
"I'm not in need of money right now, so first compensate the families with the martyr compensation they should've received, and cover past shortages in subsidies."
Lin Fan placed a firm hand on the phone Wang ng handed over, shaking his head with a complex expression.
"For the rest, see if any family is in difficulty and give them extra as needed."
"... Alright, on behalf of the fallen brothers, thank you, Boss!"
Wang ng's eyes reddened, nodding heavily with a choked voice.
Imdiately, he quickly transferred the money, one by one, to each family's account.
"Boss, Liu Zhiyong's family is around the Five Rings in the Imperial Capital. But since it's too late now, I'll take you to visit them tomorrow."
Having completed everything, Wang ng looked noticeably more relaxed, suggesting to Lin Fan.
"No need, my ti in the Imperial Capital is limited. Since I have so free ti now, I won't return to the Xia Family Mansion yet."
Lin Fan glanced at the ti displayed on his phone.
It was already half past midnight, which shouldn't be considered too late.
"How's the situation at his ho?"
"The old man died in a car accident last year, and I helped arrange the funeral. The old lady had a stroke and is bedridden, relying entirely on her daughter-in-law Feng Cui for care. There's also a congenital deaf and mute son, already seventeen, not attending school."
As Wang ng drove, he quietly explained.
"Alright, I understand... let's buy so gifts first."
Lin Fan was silent for a mont, looking out the car window at the bustling street view flashing by.
His heart felt heavy, and his chest was even more oppressed.
If seven years ago, nothing had happened to him and he was still the Great Commander of the Hulin Guard.
Then the needless sacrifice of Liu Zhiyong and the others, could it have been avoided?
Their family situation certainly wouldn't have fallen to the current state...
"This account shouldn't be settled this way."
"Boss, what did you say?"
Wang ng, focused on driving, was montarily confused and glanced over with so confusion.
"I said, the Ying and Shen Families must also take full responsibility for this... but let's talk about it slowly after we get to Liu Zhiyong's ho."
Lin Fan's gaze was cold, filled with determination.
anwhile.
On the edge of the Five Rings in the Imperial Capital, in a lowly built two-story rural house.
The night was deep, yet the simple living room on the first floor was brightly lit and noisy with voices.
"Feng Cui, how many years has it been since your husband died? What's the point of being so stubborn? Just sign the papers, and once the thing is sold, your family will have money, won't it?"
An emaciated old woman lay in the bed in the corner of the room.
In front of the bed, a mother and her son stood guard, faces full of anxiety and unease.
Opposite them, a group of n in black suits wielded baseball bats, smashing the surroundings into chaos and wreckage.
In the center of the living room, a heavily made-up middle-aged woman gleefully waved a contract, loudly encouraging the thin and weak Feng Cui before her.
"I can't sell the saber. That item was handed down by the Liu family, and when Zhiyong went to join the army back then, he said it couldn't be sold unless it was the very last resort, no matter what."
Tears filled Feng Cui's eyes, and her lips, cracked and peeling, quivered nonstop.
"Damn, if it wasn't for the fact that I've taken a liking to that antique military saber to gift to the old man at ho for his 60th birthday, who the hell would bother coming here to yap with you?"
At this, the middle-aged woman's face darkened, a bit troubled as she turned her head to glance.
Behind her, a handso young man lounged in a massage chair, impatiently shaking his leg.
"Feng Cui, you should think clearly, what kind of status does Master Ye have? The fact he could grace your family with his presence tonight is already giving you great face."
The middle-aged woman gritted her teeth, putting on a fierce expression, urging Feng Cui once again.
"Given his family background, even if he directly took that saber from your ho by force, there would be no trouble at all."
"But considering how hard your family has it, he's still willing to spend a lot of money to buy! Look at how kind he is, how considerate of you all!"
At this, the n in black suits burst into laughter, nodding and agreeing joyfully.
In contrast, Feng Cui and her family of three showed expressions of helpless fury, huddled together tightly.
That Liu family heirloom saber was once coveted by foreign antique dealers.
Even though they offered five million, they couldn't sway Feng Cui.
Yet this person called Master Ye would only spend fifty thousand to force a purchase!
"Say if you'll sell or not in one word, don't waste my precious ti. If not, just say so and I'll leave with my people!"
Master Ye took out his phone, casually grooming his ticulously maintained hairstyle, letting out a snide laugh.
"Of course, I, Ye Jizong, am a reasonable person, never resorting to forced sales."
"If your family isn't willing, then I'll just keep sending people over every day to persuade. After all, no one can say I'm bullying others with power, right?"
He stood up, brushing off his clothes with a sinister smile on his lips.
"Feng Cui, do you hear that? Do you really want your mother-in-law and son to suffer every day?"
The middle-aged woman advanced two steps, holding Feng Cui's calloused hand, tirelessly persuading as if she ant well.
"Actually, our families are relatives, and I just can't stand seeing you suffer. That's why I introduced Master Ye to help your family. I'm really doing it for your own good!"
"... If you really cared for their well-being, would you bring people to harass a family of widow and orphans?"
The next mont.
Before the sorrowful Feng Cui could speak.
A chilling voice from outside the door drew everyone's attention.
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