Tiger Wang’s lungs expanded, his face red with the sheer, unadulterated zeal of a fanatic finally meeting his god. "I am here to pay my respects to the Supreme Dra—"Tap.It was a sound so faint it barely registered over the ambient chatter of the banquet hall. Lin Fan had simply lifted his cheap canvas shoe and tapped the toe against the marble floor. But to Tiger Wang, that single, microscopic tap echoed like a thunderclap in his skull. A wave of suffocating, ice-cold killing intent pierced directly into Tiger Wang’s mind, a silent, lethal warning from the man who owned his life. *Shut your mouth, or I’ll rip your tongue out.*Tiger Wang’s eyes bulged in sheer terror. The title died in his throat, turning into a violent, sputtering cough. He choked, his massive frame trembling as he desperately scrambled to pivot, sweat instantly soaking through his expensive silk suit. "To the... to the Supreme... Supreme Ancestor of the Su Family!" Tiger Wang bellowed, his voice cracking slight

Su Qing’s eyes were locked onto him, her gaze sharp enough to cut glass. "Where were you, Lin Fan? And why do you smell like a slaughterhouse?"Lin Fan didn’t even blink. He just reached up and scratched the back of his neck, adopting the exact posture of a scolded, clumsy idiot. "I was walking home from the bus stop," he lied smoothly, keeping his voice perfectly meek, "and I took a shortcut behind the night market. Some guy dropped a crate of live crabs, and I slipped right into a dumpster full of fish guts. I tried to wash it off at the public tap, but you know how that smell gets into your skin."Su Qing stared at him for a long, agonizing moment. She wanted to be mad, she really did, but the image of her three-foot-four husband tumbling into a pile of rotting seafood was just too pathetic to be a lie. It fit his useless persona perfectly. She let out a long, exhausted sigh and rubbed her temples. "Just go take a shower, Lin Fan. Please. I have a headache.""Right away," Lin Fan s

Dr. Wang’s laughter echoed off the sterile white tiles of the VIP room, loud and grating. The nurses outside the glass partition were giggling too, whispering behind their hands as they looked at Lin Fan like he was a talking cartoon animal. "Delivered a pizza? No, I think he delivers bad luck," Dr. Wang sneered, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses. He turned his back on Lin Fan, dismissing him entirely. "Nurses! Prep the patient for a manual bone reduction. We don’t have time for general anesthesia, and frankly, the Su family isn't paying for it. Just bite down on this leather strap, Su Hao. This is going to hurt."Su Hao’s face drained of whatever little color it had left. "Wait, what? No anesthesia? Doc, I read that manual reduction without numbing can cause nerve damage! I play golf, I need my grip!""Shut up and take the strap, you spoiled brat," Dr. Wang snapped, his arrogant facade slipping to reveal the sadistic impatience underneath. He grabbed Su Hao’s swollen, mangled wrist

The silence on the red carpet was so thick you could carve it with a knife. The flashbulbs had stopped popping. The socialites were frozen with their champagne glasses halfway to their mouths. Everyone was staring at the three-foot-four man in the cheap, hemmed slacks, and then down at the billionaire catering mogul groveling in front of him."What the fuck did you just call him?!" Zhao Feng roared, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the red carpet. He scrambled to his feet, his face twisted in ugly, purple rage. "He’s a bum! He’s a literal dwarf! You’re talking to the wrong guy, you senile bastard!"Mr. Jin flinched at the shouting, but before he could open his mouth to defend his boss, he felt a sharp, localized pressure on his right foot. Lin Fan had casually stepped forward and planted his cheap canvas shoe squarely on Mr. Jin’s instep. To the onlookers, it just looked like a short guy awkwardly shifting his weight. But Mr. Jin, who was currently having his metatarsals ground into

The morning sun did nothing to brighten the suffocating, toxic atmosphere inside the Su family villa. In fact, the screaming had started before the sun even came up. "Ten million! The Zhao family is demanding ten million in medical fees for Master Tie’s leg, and they’re threatening to call in all of the Su Group’s loans!" Madam Su shrieked, pacing the living room floor like a caged, hysterical hen. She spun around, pointing a trembling, manicured finger at Lin Fan, who was quietly sitting at the kitchen island, trying to enjoy a piece of plain toast. "And that’s not even the worst part! Master Tie’s master, the famous Iron Palm Grandmaster Elder Kuang, is coming to the Su Group headquarters at noon! If we don’t hand you over, he’s going to cripple all of us!"Lin Fan slowly chewed his toast, swallowed, and took a sip of his cheap soy milk. "Hand me over? Mother Su, I’m starting to think you don’t actually like me.""Shut up, you useless freak!" Su Hao yelled from the couch, where he