Top-tier Unruly Master

The RV pulled into Shanshui Renjia, finally stopping in front of a luxuriously decorated building.

At that moment, the door of the RV slowly opened, and Lin Beijiang and Ding Fan, accompanied by each other, slowly walked out.

At that time, fireworks were set off nearby, and a burst of uplifting music started to play; at the entrance of the banquet hall, quite a few people gathered. These people were obviously here to welcome Lin Beijiang.

"Uncle, you must be weary from the journey. Today, your nephew has prepared to receive you here to wash off the dust of the road…"

Just then, Lin Jiacheng, dressed in a Tang suit and smiling, came out to greet them.

Since the man claimed to be the nephew, he naturally was Lin Jiacheng. This was the first time Ding Fan had seen Lin Jiacheng, and he couldn't help but size him up.

Lin Jiacheng was burly, and his features somewhat resembled Lin Beijiang's. However, Lin Jiacheng lacked Lin Beijiang's bold and powerful air, instead, he seemed more sinister and cunning.

"We're all family; why bother with such grandiose arrangements?" Lin Beijiang responded with an indifferent smile.

Today's meeting was indeed like a banquet set at Hongmen; Lin Beijiang, over seventy, was calm and composed under such circumstances, which really showed his exceptional character!

"Greeted, second uncle," Lin Zhanting came over and respectfully addressed Lin Jiacheng.

Lin Zhanting, now holding significant authority in the Lin Family, had to show himself in such a situation.

Lin Jiacheng and Lin Zhanting exchanged brief pleasantries. Then, Lin Jiacheng turned his attention to Ding Fan.

Lin Beijiang was a remarkable figure, those who could stand by his side couldn't possibly be ordinary people.

However, before Lin Jiacheng could ask, a rude voice sounded behind him.

"It seems grandfather hasn't been doing too well these past few years; even his followers attend banquets dressed like this. Those who know, know that grandfather prefers humility, but others might think our Lin Family has fallen into ruin."

The crowd turned toward the voice. At that moment, a woman in an evening gown stepped out from behind Lin Jiacheng, looking disdainfully at Ding Fan, who stood beside Lin Beijiang.

Many of the attendees recognized the woman speaking; she was Lin Jiacheng's only daughter, Lin Jiajia.

With her father's status in Honggang City, she was known to be extremely arrogant and domineering.

Ding Fan indeed knew that Lin Jiajia was referring to him, it seemed Lin Jiacheng was fully prepared to attack his status right from the start.

At this point, the surrounding people started to cast their gazes towards Lin Beijiang and Ding Fan who stood behind him.

Lin Beijiang, a formidable figure, faced embarrassment by a junior, which naturally could diminish much of his dignity, but if Lin Beijiang lashed out at Lin Jiajia on the spot, it would seem like he lacked magnanimity—indeed a tough dilemma.

"Jiajia, how can you speak to your elder like that…" Although Lin Jiacheng's words seemed to reproach Lin Jiajia, his tone contained not a hint of blame.

Lin Jiajia snorted. "Dad, I didn't say anything wrong, is it possible grandfather really can't even afford clothes for his followers?"

As Lin Jiajia spoke, she looked at Ding Fan and snorted again. "Our banquet hall is not a place for just any beggar to enter casually."

After Lin Jiajia finished speaking, whispers began spreading among the crowd.

While it seemed Lin Jiajia was making it difficult for Ding Fan, in reality, she was making it difficult for Lin Beijiang. Calling Ding Fan a beggar was indirectly tarnishing Lin Beijiang's reputation.

It was clear to the discerning eye that tonight's banquet hall was destined to be anything but ordinary.

"Uncle, look, I've failed to discipline my daughter properly. If she has offended you, please don't be upset," Lin Jiacheng said, a trace of smugness on his face, showing no sign of remorse.

"Hehe… Jiajia is young and may be forgiven for not knowing better," Lin Beijiang said with a mild smile.

"Grandpa, don't say that I'm making things difficult for you. Everyone coming to this banquet hall tonight is a notable figure from Honggang City, and I really can't let this man in," Lin Jiajia spoke from the side.

"Uncle, you see, to welcome you, some celebrities have come to Honggang City, it might really be inappropriate to bring this person inside…" Lin Jiacheng said with a smile.

In the past, Lin Beijiang had been a dominant figure in Honggang City, but today, if he couldn't even bring a subordinate inside, his face would truly be lost.

But at that moment, someone emerged from the crowd and appeared in front of Ding Fan.

"Doctor! Is it really you? That's great, I did not expect to meet Doctor here…"

At this time, everyone clearly saw the person who had come through the crowd; it was Owen, a Nobel Laureate in Medicine.

When Ding Fan had cured Lin Zhanting's cerebral thrombosis with Silver Needle, Owen had wanted to take Ding Fan as his master to learn Huaxia's traditional medicine. However, some family matters had called him back to his country for a while.

Now back in Honggang City, he had been invited to this banquet.

When Lin Jiacheng heard Owen calling Ding Fan "Doctor," he was taken aback.

Lin Jiacheng had invited Owen because he was a celebrity in the medical field, and having such a personality at the banquet would elevate its prestige.

However, Lin Jiacheng had not expected that a Nobel Laureate, a star in the medical field, would call this plainly dressed man "Doctor"!

Shit, does this kid have some significant background after all?!

At this moment, not just Lin Jiacheng but also others who knew of Owen's background started giving Ding Fan curious looks. Having a medical celebrity call someone "Doctor" was an enormous honor indeed.

Suddenly, everyone began to speculate about Ding Fan's identity.

Ding Fan had not expected to encounter Owen here, and he actually had a somewhat favorable impression of him. A medical celebrity, Owen was willing to humble himself to learn traditional Chinese medicine from him, a feat that, across Huaxia Country, no more than five people would likely achieve.

"Doctor, I'm truly so happy to see you... Doctor, can we find a place inside to have a good talk?" Owen said, barely able to contain his excitement.

"It seems I am not welcome here. The people who come here all have status and face, and I am just a nameless junior," Ding Fan said indifferently.

Owen, with eyes wide in disbelief, responded, "Nameless junior? Doctor, if you are a nameless junior, then who can claim to be a person of importance?

Not welcome you? How is that possible? Your medical skills are so profound, who would not welcome you?"

Owen looked back and quickly spotted Lin Jiacheng.

"Mr. Lin, are you the one not welcoming this Doctor?" Owen asked now with a tone of discontent.

Lin Jiacheng slightly furrowed his brows.

The leader of the Hong gang, Ghost Brother, had been suffering from a strangely persistent headache and had sought help from many without relief. This time, he had planned to have Owen treat Ghost Brother.

Yet, he never anticipated that Owen would stand up for Ding Fan.

And at that moment.

"To think there are people who do not welcome young friend Ding Fan... Hmm..."

A cold hum followed, and an elder slowly squeezed through the crowd.

Lin Jiacheng followed the voice and when he clearly saw the newcomer, he was utterly astonished.

The person emerging from the crowd was none other than Tian Mao, the owner of Zongfang Hall, often referred to as the living fossil of Huaxian traditional medicine.

Those who knew Tian Mao were again amazed. Seeing this turnout, he seemed to be standing up for Ding Fan too.

However, Lin Jiacheng felt a strong surge of unease cross his heart.

Others might not know Tian Mao, but Lin Jiacheng did - a human-level peak martial artist. With such cultivation, who dared provoke him.

Lin Jiacheng had used many connections to invite Tian Mao, and such a figure was now also speaking up for Ding Fan.

This Ding Fan had an extraordinary background!

"Young friend Ding Fan..." As Tian Mao stepped forward, he drew close to Ding Fan in a very familiar manner.

Previously, seeing Owen speak up for Ding Fan did not shock Lin Beijiang much, but seeing Tian Mao did thoroughly shake him.

Tian Mao and Lin Beijiang had interactions in the past, so Lin Beijiang was quite acquainted with him.

Tian Mao was quite conceited. There were very few people he deemed worthy of his direct gaze, not to mention someone for whom Tian Mao would speak up.

Now, as Lin Beijiang stood there, Tian Mao didn't even glance at him, yet he was very warm towards Ding Fan...

Lin Beijiang couldn't help but sigh.

Indeed, as the old generation fades, the young generation shines... true heroes come from the youth...

"Who do you think you are, old man? Since when do you interfere in the matters of the Lin family?" Lin Jiajia did not recognize Tian Mao and spoke with a sharp tone.

When Owen first spoke up for Ding Fan, Lin Jiajia was already quite displeased. However, given Owen's international reputation, she did not dare to be too arrogant.

But now that an old man also stood up for Ding Fan, Lin Jiajia erupted immediately.

"The Lin family is indeed arrogant, even a girl is so sharp-tongued…" Tian Mao said with a slight frown.

"Who did you just call sharp-tongued..."

Being offended, Lin Jiajia started to speak, but at that moment, Lin Jiacheng immediately stopped her. "Jiajia, do not be rude to a guest."

Normally, Lin Jiajia was pampered and willful, so she did not really heed Lin Jiacheng's words at this moment.

"This is the Lin family's banquet. I decide who can enter and who cannot..."

Lin Jiajia said defiantly, hands on her hips.

But before Lin Jiajia could finish her sentence, a slap landed directly on her cheek.

Snap…

Lin Jiajia was knocked off-balance by the slap.

Lin Jiajia had never been hit by anyone growing up; she looked up to see that the person who slapped her was none other than her father, Lin Jiacheng.

"Be disrespectful again, and I'll break your legs!"

Lin Jiacheng said with a severe expression.