Chapter 1: I Don't Want to Be a Waste of Space Anymore

."Grandpa, are you okay""It's nothing... I can still hold on for a while." The old man forced a smile.Unable to miss the pain etched across his face, he stared intently at Lin for a moment before taki..."Mom, three years have passed. I've done everything you said. Now, the entire Su family and half of Jiang City know that the wastrel who came over from the Lin family is nothing but a failure!"

"Mom, I know why you made me pretend for three years. You were worried about the family's persecution. You said that I was gifted and would become a great person, but without power and influence, I couldn't stand up to them. If I showed any talent, they would surely try to kill me, so we pretended to be useless."

But... Mom, you don't know. You're wrong, terribly wrong. The Lins, in my eyes, are nothing but a pack of dirt dogs! What am I, Lin, afraid of a pack of dirt dogs

"My family abandoned me, and you don't want me to return to the Lin family either. I have no ties to the Lin family anymore. I came to see you today to tell you that three years are over, and I... Lin! I refuse to be a failure any longer!"

Outside Beijing's southern suburbs, at an unnamed cemetery, Lin knelt before a nameless tombstone. With an emotionless expression, he set the yellow paper in his hand alight and placed it in the brazier.

"If I had the same doctor three years ago..." Lin clenched her fist, her eyes filled with unwillingness.

Creak!

Suddenly, the sound of a branch snapping echoed through this nameless cemetery.

Lin looked up toward the sound, and two figures were running toward them in the night.

One old and one young, the elder wore a Tang suit, with white hair but a swollen abdomen, clearly bearing an injury. The younger was about twenty years old, dressed in a floral dress, slender and fair-skinned, very beautiful.

At this moment, Zheng was supporting the elderly man as they scrambled forward in a panic. His autumnal eyes were filled with fear.

The two embarrassed people, upon discovering Lin by the fire, were overjoyed.

"Sir, please save my grandfather!" The child said with tears in her eyes and a trembling voice.

“I’m sorry, I’m just here to pay my respects. I can’t help you!” Lin said softly, then lit three incense sticks and bowed to the tombstone.

"Big brother, please!" The child was desperate.

"An An... don't struggle anymore, you quickly let go, their target is me, you leave first... Grandpa will hold them back!" The old man said weakly and pale.

Because he had lost too much, he couldn't even speak properly.

"No, Grandpa! I would never abandon you!" the child said, gritting her teeth with determination.

"Poor child!" the old man sighed. "This way, none of us can escape!"

Don't I know

Holding his hand out, he then cast a glance at Lin kneeling by the tombstone. He said seriously: "Brother, if you are willing to take my grandfather away from here, our Xia family will be eternally grateful to you. You can ask for anything, and we will give it to you!"

With great anticipation, Lin hoped that this fellow was from the Xia family.

But, Lin remained unresponsive.

Haven't heard of it

Gone, but not forgotten!

"One million!"

Price tags clearly marked!

"Take my grandfather, I will stay behind to cover you, you're safe as long as you do what I say, my Xia family will give you one million!"

"Go away! I, this old man, will fight them to the death!" the elder exclaimed, but as he spoke, his abdominal wound started bleeding again and he coughed uncontrollably.

With tears streaming down her face, she ignored the elderly man and stared intently at Lin.

However, Lin was still unmoved.

"Two million!" he shouted again.

The scenery is still breathtaking!

One breath, a desperate cry.

"Three million!"

"Four million!"

"Five million!"

...

No matter how many people a number is, it can't beat Lin.

He was like a log of wood.

>Are there still people who are not interested in money

I can feel my voice trembling.

"Stop yelling!"

Finally, Lin spoke up.

A pause in breathing.

But I saw Lin standing in front of the tomb, gazing at the nameless tombstone, and said indifferently: "This is my first time visiting my mother's grave. Please leave me alone and don't disturb me talking to my mother, okay"

But... what else was he going to say

Rustling... rustling....

At this time, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall.

More than thirty men rushed into the cemetery gate.

These men were all ferocious, each holding a sharp knife, surrounding the old man tightly.

From their stance, they were clearly not ordinary thugs; it was very likely a group of international mercenaries.

"Old Mister Xia, don't run anymore. Cooperate with us, and we'll give you a quick death." The leading man brandished his gleaming dagger coldly.

"You're from the Lu family, aren't you" A glint of domineering anger flashed in the old man's eyes: "The Lu family is ruthless! If this old man survives this, I will certainly make that wicked Lu family vanish from Beijing!"

"Slash!"

The male lead wasn't in the mood for idle chatter. With a loud roar, he drew his sword and swung it down.

The rest drew their swords.

dozens of gleaming blades pointed straight at the old man.

There was no mercy whatsoever.

There was no hesitation.

An elderly person, unarmed and helpless, wouldn't stand a chance against this force.

Frightened, his face pale as death, the old man, though injured, still held on tight. His eyes were resolute, determined to fight these thugs to the end.

Even if he tried his best, what use would it be These thugs still have guns at their hips. Not drawing them already shows remarkable restraint.

This was a massacre without suspense!

"

Stop!

"

At this critical juncture, a voice, indifferent and calm, rang out.

The male leader glanced at Lin and said in a low voice, "Deal with this person as well to avoid future trouble!"

"Yes, Captain!"

The person beside him frowned and, after turning his steps, rushed towards the forest.

But at the moment of nearness, a silver needle flew out and accurately pierced the man's neck.

In the blink of an eye, that person froze in place, like a statue unable to move.

"What"

"A Wei! What's wrong with you"

“Captain, this guy did it! He looks like a martial arts master!”

Someone else changes.

"Someone got a thorn in their side! Everyone be careful, take care of this person first!"

The leading man's face was grim, he charged towards the forest with his sword drawn.

But as soon as they got up, Lin, who had been kneeling before the tombstone, raised his hand again.

His hands seemed to hold rivers of stars, each one a brilliant speck flying out, cutting across the night sky and striking these people.

"Silver needle"

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly widened.

Looking again at the male lead and his entourage, they were all transformed into statues, with no trace of life.

Every person's neck is adorned with a thread as fine as a hair!

The old man was dumbfounded.

"Mom, my child is unfilial, clamoring at you…" Lin didn't look back, muttering to the tombstone.

Here the elderly and are already astonishing.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with them..." he swallowed nervously.

"Could this be the Silver Needle Seal" The old man was shocked. "I've heard your grandfather mention it, but I've never seen it..."

"Grandfather Wang Do you mean the president of the Chinese Medical Association, Dr. Wang Lizhi"

"Not bad..." the old man said weakly. "Your grandpa Wang once said that those who can seal with silver needles are all great practitioners of Traditional Chinese Medicine. If this young man truly has such skill, then he... must be extraordinary!"

The old man sighed, but as he spoke, he seemed a bit unsteady on his feet.

"Grandpa, are you okay"

"It's nothing... I can still hold on for a while." The old man forced a smile.

Unable to miss the pain etched across his face, he stared intently at Lin for a moment before taking a step forward.

"An An, what do you want to do" the old man hurriedly grabbed her.

"Grandpa, since you say this doctor is very skilled, then please ask him to help. He's sure to be able to save you."

"You silly girl, other people don't want to be disturbed, don't make yourself annoying!"

But Grandpa, if you keep this up, you're going to die." The child was on the verge of tears.

"Wealth and honor are determined by fate, life and death are in heaven's hands." The old man said weakly.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, his eyes went dark and he collapsed.

"Grandpa, Grandpa!!"

The child let out a shrill cry, but the unconscious old man wouldn't wake up.

The child is gone.

He suddenly rushed over, knelt on the ground and cried to Chonglin, "Please, save my grandfather!"

"You woke up my mother, and my patience is wearing thin!"

Lin Weiwei slightly tilted her head, her voice gradually turning cold.

"But, my grandfather is dying!" the child cried. "Please help save him..."

The child kept begging, and their cries boiled over the cemetery.

It seems like you didn't hear me!

“Big brother, I’m so sorry, but my grandfather is really dying. If you are willing to save my grandfather, our Xia family is willing to renovate the cemetery, willing to rebuild your mother's tomb, even I, Xia Youan, am more willing to personally guard your mother's spirit for three years! Okay” Hai Lihua shed tears and cried out.

This sentence was slightly edited.

He glanced back at the child, hesitated for a moment, and said in a soft voice: "We don't need to hold a wake. Just renovate my mother's grave site for me. That's how I show filial piety."

"Did you agree"

The child was overjoyed.

Lin nodded, walked to the old man's side, and took out a silver needle, half an inch long like hair, from the pouch hanging from his waist. Then, he carefully pricked the old man's brow.

In an instant, the elderly man who had been unconscious twitched suddenly, then let out a gasp and opened his mouth wide, taking in a sharp breath.

"Grandpa!" The child was extremely excited.

"Have your people arrived yet"

"I've already sent them my location, they should be here in half an hour."

"That's enough, send him to the hospital for an hour of infusion and he'll be fine. If it's too late, just send him to the crematorium."

Lin picked up the suitcase on the ground and left.

"Excuse me, sir, what's your name" the child cried urgently.

But Lin had already vanished into the night.

The child stared blankly in the direction Lin had left, a little lost in thought.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye seemed to catch something. He lowered his head slightly and saw a train ticket lying next to the tombstone.

He rushed over and picked up the ticket.

"Jiangcheng Lin"ven if he tried his best, what use would it be These thugs still have guns at their hips. Not drawing them already shows remarkable restraint.This was a massacre without suspense!"Stop!"At this critic...