The people below buzzed with discussion. For a moment, they said everything, but that was just talk. Deep down, everyone shared the same thought: Ling Zhenfei was incredibly powerful, simply a monster.

Zhou Jian's lips curved into a smile. He originally wanted to see if the four men could force Ling Zhenfei to reveal his trump cards, but it turned out they were hardly worth mentioning. He suddenly remembered the night he had brought a group of his underlings to intercept Ling Zhenfei but had only held out for a while. It must have been because Ling Zhenfei had shown mercy; otherwise, it would have been very ugly.

"Boss, impressive. I, Cheng Kun, was petty just now. With someone as powerful as you, what's so great about the Three Killers Club?"

Cheng Kun directly addressed him as "Boss," a stark change in attitude. He was that kind of person—blunt and straightforward. Once he truly respected someone, he was absolutely devoted.

"Yes, Boss, if you start a faction, those Three Killers, those Sharks, they can all play second fiddle."

"Yes, yes, why don't you start a faction, Boss? We'll all follow you, and we'll be the founding members."

Hearing people's words, Ling Zhenfei was stunned. Starting a faction was something he had never considered before. He was originally just a boy from a mountain village, and now that he had stepped out of the mountains, he had the chance to rise high. Although there was much he wanted to do, starting a faction was something he had never dared to imagine.

In Ling Zhenfei's mind, thinking of factions reminded him of the actions of the Three Killers Club: demolitions, opening casinos, and such. These were not the sort of activities he would engage in.

But then again, wasn't developing power, as suggested in the three proposals, part of having a faction? If he had a faction, then his manor and his fishery would be protected, and he wouldn't be so passive.

Thinking about it made him somewhat conflicted; Ling Zhenfei couldn't decide for a while.

"Boss, I think this matter is indeed worth considering. We've all been idling around, but we also want something to rely on. If you start a faction, wouldn't we have that reliance, too? With your strength, you could definitely build a force."

Zhou Jian also persuaded him from the side. The truth was, he had considered starting a faction long ago but lacked the strength to support such a venture. Who wouldn't want to find a strong tree to lean on and enjoy the shade beneath?

"I apologize, my brothers. Coming here today was truly coincidental. Zhou Jian helped me out, and today we confronted the Three Killers Club to repay a favor. I haven't thought about other matters yet."

Ling Zhenfei told everyone the honest truth; he indeed had not yet made such plans.

"It's okay, Boss. If you haven't made up your mind yet, that's fine. We will wait for your decision. No matter how things turn out tonight, we're all waiting for you. I'm good at reading faces. You're definitely not a mediocre man. You're destined to achieve great things, and I'll be waiting."

Cheng Kun seemed convinced that Ling Zhenfei was destined to form a faction, having been bullied after years of going at it alone.

"We're all waiting."

"Boss, we're waiting."

Ling Zhenfei was truly helpless; he had inadvertently become the leader of these thirty-some men. But having large support wasn't a bad thing, so he decided to just take things one step at a time.

The members of the Three Killers Club hadn't arrived yet, so they could only wait. Zhou Jian had ordered several tables worth of dishes; the group ate and waited, lifted by Ling Zhenfei's presence. The previously somber atmosphere lightened considerably, and the men ate, drank, and laughed together.

Ling Zhenfei received a call from Liu Bingying. Liu Bingying asked Ling Zhenfei when he would be back. At first, he was taken aback, as Liu Bingying's tone was just like that of a wife waiting for her husband who hadn't left work yet to come home.

"I still have some things to deal with tonight, so I might come back very late. Don't wait up for me. If it gets too late, I won't come back at all."

"Oh, then be careful and come back soon after you're done," she said.

Hearing Liu Bingying's tone, she seemed very disappointed, just like a wife who hears that her husband has to work overnight again. Although she was unhappy, she didn't want to express it, which made Ling Zhenfei feel somewhat distressed.

He went back to drinking and dining, but after just two drinks, he received a call saying that the people from Three Killers Club would arrive soon.

"Continue eating and drinking. Don't mind them. No matter how many people from the Three Killers Club come, we should first despise them in action and take them seriously in spirit," he said.

Ling Zhenfei's words were very effective now. Originally, when everyone heard that the Three Killers Club was arriving soon, they all stood up from their seats. However, upon hearing what Ling Zhenfei said, everyone sat down again.

Now, Ling Zhenfei was their pillar and leader.

The information was very accurate. Before long, they could hear the sound of vehicles approaching from a distance. The first few vehicles were all motorcycles, with two people on each, all wielding sticks and wearing helmets, presenting a very imposing appearance.

The vehicles following them were all cars, but the types varied, including vans and sedans. Within moments, they had blocked the entire entrance to the car shop. Everyone got out of the vehicles, with at least dozens of people standing at the entrance. These people were all armed with either machetes or wooden sticks, each emitting a fierce killing aura, which was quite alarming.

Although Ling Zhenfei and his men continued to eat and drink as told, their expressions had changed. The relaxed atmosphere had disappeared, and they began to look tense. Facing such a crowd, no one could remain calm.

Of course, Ling Zhenfei had seen them too, and he couldn't help but feel a bit sentimental. A formal gang and street thugs really were not the same. It wasn't about the people but the feeling. Without doing anything, just standing there, they had completely overwhelmed Zhou Jian and the others in terms of morale.

"Is the boss still sitting?" someone quietly asked Ling Zhenfei.

"Sit. They're not here to give us money; there's no need to stand up to greet them. Everyone, keep sitting firmly," he instructed.

Ling Zhenfei made everyone sit because standing up then wouldn't have been of any use. They were outnumbered and outmatched in terms of morale. If someone had stood up and then fallen down in fear, it would have been even more embarrassing.

It was better to keep sitting—it gave an impression that his people were not intimidated and it also increased their own morale. It was a tactic of responding after assessing the situation, waiting to see what the other party would do.

The crowd at the entrance kept growing, and there were close to a hundred people, who were smoking and watching those dining inside the car shop, not rushing to do anything and seemingly waiting for something.

After a short wait, suddenly the crowd parted and a person walked forward from the back. He was dressed in a black suit with a posture as straight as if cut by a knife, and was about 1.9 meters tall. His approach through the crowd was quite imposing. The previously noisy crowd at the entrance quieted down a bit after his arrival.

Zhou Jian quietly told Ling Zhenfei that this man was Liang Tian, the Third Boss of the Three Killers Club.

It really was flattering that they first came to handle Zhou Jian and his men, and even the Third Boss of the Three Killers Club had shown up.

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