"Hahahaha!!"
In a burst of hearty laughter,
at the manor's banquet, old dad Lin Zhiwen was holding his wine cup and loudly bragging about how he was once snatched from enemies and rescued by Lin Xin.
"At that time, let me tell you, it was just me shouting! I yelled, 'If you're going to kill then kill, if you're going to cut then cut. If I'm not louder by one degree today? Then dammit I'm no true man!'" Lin Zhiwen's face was red and his neck thick as he waved and gestured, exuding the air of a Jianghu hero.
By his side sat Lu Suo the Taoist, Gongsun Li, and Ou Yinghong, the heads of the three major systems, drinking in a circle, with Lin Xinyuan, Huang Puyang, and others also present. On the other side of the room, leaders of various powers within the manor were seated, with only a very few showing rigid faces with no expression, while the majority were smiling in agreement.
"And then." Lin Zhiwen chuckled, "once my son Lin Xin appeared, with just a wave of his hand—"
