At 10 a.m., the Ling family finally arrived. Han the Cripple quickly put down his chopsticks and went out of the warehouse to greet them.
The Ling family from the capital arrived in Wuhan and stayed at the Lingyun Five-Star Hotel, one of their own properties.
Han the Cripple originally wanted to visit them in person, but unfortunately, they refused.
The Ling family sent word that they would personally visit E Xinglian's territory.
In fact, Han the Cripple knew perfectly well what was going on. He was only pretending to be visiting, but he really wanted to assess the strength of E Xinglian.
So, early in the morning, apart from the bald man and a dozen or so gang members who were sent out to disrupt Wanqi's place, all 200-plus members of the gang were gathered at the Liuyadong warehouse.
The warehouse, which covers an area of more than 2,000 square meters, was now filled with members of the E Xing Lian gang.
They were all wearing green military overcoats, and their imposing presence was by no means weak.
"Han Bin from Exinglian welcomes these distinguished guests from Beijing. Please come in."
Han the Cripple, his face greasy and his breath reeking of mutton, smiled and cupped his hands in greeting to the three men who had just stepped out of the black Mercedes.
The person in the lead was a young woman who looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.
The woman was dressed in an expensive fur coat in black and purple, and her slightly aloof face had features so perfect they looked like a figure from a painting.
The young woman smiled sweetly at Han the Cripple, instantly exuding an aura of innate nobility, like a plum blossom blooming in winter.
"Chief Han, we apologize for disturbing you today."
The beautiful woman spoke; her voice was clear and resonant, yet also very magnetic.
"Yes, my name is Ling Xiaoxiao, this is my cousin Ling Feifan, and my father is Ling Hongfei. I'm sure Chief Han has heard of them, right?"
"The name of the Ling family, one of the four great families in the capital, is renowned and known to all."
Moreover, the name of the Ling family head had already risen to prominence in the martial arts world thirty years ago. Although I am dull-witted, how could I not have heard of him? Hehe..."
Han the Cripple politely cupped his hands in greeting to the handsome man who looked to be around thirty years old.
He then led the three through the warehouse gate. Once inside, the chill of the snowy weather outside immediately lessened considerably.
"How should I address this senior colleague?"
Han the Cripple, with his uneven legs, led the way. Along the way, he glanced at the most unassuming old man among the three.
Although the old man was thin and wore only a thin gray Tang suit in the snow, his sharp eyes told one that he was no ordinary person.
"Old Master Nie has never liked social engagements, so I didn't introduce him."
Hiss~
Han the Cripple gasped, and asked in horror:
"Elder Nie? Could he be the renowned master of the peak of the Transformation Realm, the Hand-Knife Master Nie Yongchun, who has been famous in the martial arts world for 40 years?"
"Boss Han is very clever. Yes, he is the first retainer of our Ling family, Master Nie Yongchun, the master of the 'hand knife' technique."
Ling Xiaoxiao smiled slightly and said calmly.
Every time I take Mr. Nie out, I am always met with a great deal of astonishment and respect.
Having a master at the peak of the Transformation Realm in your family is quite prestigious.
"I was blind to your greatness just now, please forgive me, Senior Nie."
Han the Cripple stopped and respectfully bowed to Nie Yongchun, performing the salute of a junior in the martial arts world.
"It's alright."
Nie Yongchun nodded slightly, indicating that Han the Cripple didn't need to be so polite.
The group walked through the neatly arranged welcoming line of military overcoats and sat down on the sofa in the center of the warehouse.
The mutton hot pot next to the sofa had long been removed, and the coffee table was filled with southern fruits that are rarely seen in Wuhan.
Four large perforated iron tubes were placed around the sofa, filled with red-hot charcoal that continuously emitted heat in all directions.
The warm air made it impossible to feel the slightest bit of cold.
"Boss Han, this place is quite special."
Ling Xiaoxiao sat down, turned her head to look around the huge warehouse, and said with great interest.
"Miss Ling, you flatter me. I am just a rough man from the underworld, not someone you can be proud of."
If you don't mind, you can try our grilled fish, roasted whole lamb, and fresh lamb hot pot later...
Han the Cripple awkwardly touched his nose and chuckled sheepishly.
"This place is quite nice. We're very relaxed and will go along with whatever the host says. Mr. Han, you can make the arrangements."
Ling Xiaoxiao smiled and said:
"We have a small favor to ask of you, Chief Han, since we've come to Wuhan."
"Miss Ling, please feel free to ask if you need anything. In the Han City area, I, Han Bin, still have a lot of influence."
"Alright, I wonder if Mr. Han has heard of the Yangjiaji development project?"
"Yangjiaji? Of course I know about it. Wasn't this project something you and the Mo family from Beijing were fighting over? So, you got it?"
"Yes, we have reached an agreement with the relevant departments. We are here today to sign the contract and pay for the land."
"You came to me because you're afraid the Mo family will send someone to cause trouble, aren't you?"
Han, a scoundrel by birth, immediately understood the implication of Ling Xiaoxiao's words.
There are many tricks involved in acquiring land and developing real estate in Seoul, and of course, there are many hurdles to overcome.
But there's one thing no one can avoid: local thugs.
The so-called "land thugs" are local gangs and second-rate thugs who incite villagers who want their homes demolished to cause trouble and extort money from the developers...
"Chief Han is really amazing. He understands things immediately. We've heard that if we lose this land acquisition, the Mo family will definitely send someone to cause trouble."
Ling Feifan, who had been silent all along, spoke in a deep voice:
"So, our purpose in approaching you, Mr. Han, is to cooperate and leverage E Xinglian's influence and prestige in the local underworld to promptly suppress troublemakers."
"Young Master Ling, this matter is neither difficult nor easy. Since we are all sitting together, let's discuss the terms of cooperation."
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