Lin Fei helped Old Wang into Zhonghai's First Hospital. After queuing and registering for more than an hour, Wang was finally lying on the hospital bed.
"The injuries to the head and thigh are superficial and not serious, just apply some ointment. The back and leg have bone injuries, and we need to wait for the X-ray results to know the specifics. Our hospital's recommendation is to be admitted for observation, and when the X-ray results are back, we'll give a specific treatment plan."
If it were a young person like Lin Fei who had been beaten, it wouldn't be necessary to stay in the hospital for observation. But since Old Wang is old, it's inevitable that his muscles and bones were affected by the beating.
After the doctor left, Lin Fei pulled over a chair and sat by Old Wang's bed. "Uncle Wang, can you tell me now what exactly happened?"
Old Wang sighed sadly and said with a worried expression, "It's still those guys from Yang's gang. They saw that my business was doing well recently and wanted to charge me more protection money. I refused, and they became violent by stealing money and smashing things. I couldn't hold back and talked back to them, and got beaten up. Ah, Lin, I've caused you trouble again. Don't worry, I'll pay you back for the medical expenses as soon as possible."
Lin Fei's eyes narrowed slightly, and in an instant, his aura dramatically changed, making the temperature in the room seem to drop noticeably. Fortunately, it was only for a moment that Lin Fei returned to normal, but even so, Old Wang felt a chill, and an involuntary goosebumps rose on his skin.
Old Wang was just an ordinary person, and he subconsciously thought it was his illusion. If there had been a veteran assassin or a top elite from the Special Forces here, they would have been instantly alert.
The intimidating presence Lin Fei inadvertently released a moment ago was commonly known as murderous intent. Over the past two years, as the number of killings increased, Lin Fei was increasingly unable to control his emotions.
To avoid being consumed by ferocity and bloodshed, Lin Fei had left the underworld and returned to Zhonghai, hoping that a mundane life would gradually dissipate the murderous intent inside him.
Lin Fei had thought that in the half year since returning to Zhonghai, he had been gradually able to control his murderous urges. The inadvertent leakage of murderous intent just now made Lin Fei realize he still had a long way to go before he could perfectly control the killing intent inside him.
"Uncle Wang, don't say that. When I first returned to Zhonghai, if you hadn't helped me find a place to live, I might still be crouching under some bridge now."
Although Lin Fei's words were a bit exaggerated, with his capabilities, he naturally wouldn't lack a place to live. However, when Lin Fei first returned to Zhonghai, Old Wang did provide significant help.
Although Lin Fei's hands were stained with blood, it was only the blood of enemies. For those who had shown him kindness, Lin Fei naturally knew how to repay it.
"Lin, when Aunt Wang comes later, you mustn't tell her the truth. Just say I accidentally fell to prevent her from worrying."
"Don't worry, Uncle Wang, I know what to say."
What was done was done; knowing more about it only meant one more person worrying.
Lin Fei had heard Old Wang mention Yang's gang before. That group was nothing more than hooligans who survived on protection money. Almost every business on Old Wang's street snack had to pay them protection fees.
Every industry has its survival status. In Mo Country and even globally, the phenomenon of collecting protection fees exists in almost every city. The difference is only in the way fees are collected. Even without Yang, there would be others.
But this time, Yang and his people went too far. There is a code among thieves, and rules among those in the underworld. If every thug behaved like Yang's gang and indiscriminately collected protection money, soon no one would dare to open a shop or do business.
This time, Lin Fei might have to teach Yang and his people how to be proper thugs. If they refused to learn, Lin Fei wouldn't mind getting his hands a bit bloodier.
Old Wang took the cup of water that Lin Fei handed him, held it to his lips, then set it back down, appearing somewhat uneasy.
Lin Fei frowned and said, "Uncle Wang, just speak plainly. If there is anything you need my help with, I'll do my best."
"Your Uncle Wang does have one thing to ask of you," Old Wang bit his lip. "I have a niece from my hometown who's about to graduate from university. Her mother asked me to find her a place to live. The space in mine and Aunt Wang's flat is just enough for the two of us, and as you know, renting in Zhonghai is quite expensive. Since it's just you living alone, I was hoping she could room with you. That way it'd save some money, but I don't know if you would be okay with that?"
"I thought it was something serious. As long as she has no objections, I'm actually looking forward to sharing some of the rent."
Mu Hong had already decreed that Lin Fei was likely going to live with Mu Shanshan in the future. Lin Fei had planned to cancel the lease on his flat, but since Old Wang brought it up, Lin Fei didn't mind renting it for a bit longer. Money, for someone like Lin Fei, was often just a number.
Not to mention the wealth Lin Fei had accumulated abroad, just his in-laws had heaps of cash. If Lin Fei asked, although Mu Shanshan might hesitate, Mu Hong would surely give him money.
Seeing Lin Fei agree, Old Wang sighed in relief. "I want to thank you on behalf of my niece. She's quite pretty, but very gentle. We're really not comfortable with her living alone out there. With you living with her, you can look out for her a bit, and that eases our worries."
Lin Fei was embarrassed. Did he really look that trustworthy? If Old Wang knew about Lin Fei's promiscuous lifestyle abroad, he probably wouldn't dream of putting his niece under the same roof as Lin Fei.
During his years abroad, Lin Fei had started with various mercenary tasks and eventually fought against certain terrorist groups and extreme forces. He nearly always walked the thin line between life and death, facing tremendous mental stress.
Old Wang was an honest person; if he said his niece was pretty, then she definitely wouldn't be too bad.
From Old Wang's words, Lin Fei could guess what kind of girl his niece was.
Placing such a gentle, innocent, and pretty girl with Lin Fei felt a bit like throwing a lamb into a tiger's den.
Of course, Lin Fei wouldn't be foolish enough to reveal his true colors. However, privately, Lin Fei was somewhat curious about Old Wang's niece.
How liberal the girls nowadays were – Lin Fei was somewhat aware. Finding a girl about to graduate from university whose family was still worried about her living alone was rare.