Volume One, Chapter 55: What? This Country Bumpkin Is a Divine Healer and the President?

“Hahaha… Xiao Xu, you were truly magnificent just now!”

Lin Manru couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy reminiscent of a peasant rising to become the master whenever she recalled how Lin Xiaoxu had stuffed both of the mud-caked cloth shoes into the mouth of that suited man.

That suit-wearing man had looked down on them with disdain, but this time, he had finally met his match.

“All those who bully you will be made to find their rightful place,” Lin Xiaoxu said, tossing the car keys to Lin Manru. “Let’s go register the license plates at the vehicle administration office.”

“Okay!” Lin Manru, filled with excitement, jumped into the luxurious G-Class vehicle.

The high-end interior, imbued with an exquisite sense of luxury, made her heart flutter. Her small hands trembled as she stroked the silver logo on the steering wheel. Her eyes sparkled like tiny stars, and a lump seemed to catch in her throat, making it hard for her to breathe.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Manru gripped the steering wheel tightly, a smile playing on her lips as she fixed her gaze ahead and pressed the accelerator straight toward the vehicle administration office.

“Xiao Xu, is this car really registered under my name?” Lin Manru cautiously asked after lowering the window outside the office.

Several slanting figures at the alley entrance caught Lin Xiaoxu’s peripheral vision. His brow furrowed slightly as a silhouette flashed through his mind, but his expression remained calm.

“Of course. I, Lin Xiaoxu, always keep my word.”

Lin Manru blushed. Her heart pounded wildly, as if holding a little rabbit inside her chest. Since Xiao Xu was so good to her, why should she still be shy and hesitant?

She pressed the accelerator and drove straight into the vehicle administration office.

Meanwhile, Lin Xiaoxu was doused in gasoline.

Sneezing repeatedly, he rubbed his itchy nose and turned back to rest inside the three-wheeled motorcycle’s shelter.

“Baldy, forcing me to lick that yellow mud—damn hillbilly!”

The suited man, now dirt-streaked and with a trace of yellow mud still at the corner of his mouth, stood beside a group of thugs near the three-wheeler. He pointed angrily at Lin Xiaoxu, whose face was half hidden by the motorcycle’s canopy.

“Hmph! Quite bold, forcing my Baldy’s little brother to lick mud off shoes. Looks like there’s going to be bloodshed today.”

“Break his legs…” The suited man recalled the scene of Lin Xiaoxu stuffing both cloth shoes into his mouth. Before he could finish his words, waves of nausea surged up, churning his stomach.

Unable to hold it, he rushed to the roadside, clutching his stomach and vomiting repeatedly.

“Hillbilly, get out of the car right now. According to underworld rules, if you voluntarily break your own legs, we won’t trouble your family.” Baldy cracked his neck with a series of popping sounds.

Behind him stood seven or eight burly henchmen, all glaring fiercely, as if ready to devour someone alive.

“Aren’t you Baldy, the big shot’s henchman?” Lin Xiaoxu’s figure flashed as he jumped off the vehicle and suddenly appeared before Baldy.

“You’re Lin… the Divine Doctor!”

Upon recognizing Lin Xiaoxu, the new president of the Black Panther Society who had cured Old Leopard’s brain disease, Baldy’s face changed dramatically. A chill rose from his feet to the crown of his head, goosebumps erupting all over.

He took a few steps back, the murderous aura vanishing from his eyes, replaced by a gentle expression. Slouching his shoulders, he spoke politely:

“Baldy pays respects to Divine Doctor Lin, pays respects to President.”

The henchmen behind Baldy also recognized Lin Xiaoxu and bowed uniformly, shouting, “Respect to Divine Doctor Lin, respect to President!”

Lin Xiaoxu nodded slightly, realizing that what Chen Leopard had said was indeed true.

“Baldy, cripple this hillbilly for me.” The suited man, having just vomited his stomach contents, spat a few times and then cursed as he ran back.

But something felt off about the situation.

Why did Baldy and his men behave as if they were paying homage to a big boss?

“To hell with beating you!”

Faced with Baldy’s torrent of curses, the suited man was stunned. He looked at Baldy in confusion. “Baldy, he’s just a hillbilly. What’s there to fear? Aren’t you the vice president of the Black Panther Society?”

Smack, smack, smack—

Suddenly, pain exploded as Baldy grabbed the suited man by the hair and slapped him several times in the face, sending a bloody tooth flying. The man’s face swelled and reddened, resembling a braised pork head.

There was no way Baldy would offend Lin Xiaoxu for a mere underling. Previously, Sunzi Fu and Li Daying had both lost a hand and a leg personally at Leopard’s hands; Baldy had no desire to become disabled.

“Divine Doctor Lin, President Lin, don’t stoop to this trash’s level. I will handle him properly, no need for you to trouble yourselves,” Baldy said respectfully.

“What? This hillbilly is a Divine Doctor and the President?”

Whether from shock or pain, the suited man’s eyes twitched uncontrollably, veins bulging across his forehead.

With a missing tooth, the suited man looked utterly miserable.

What was going on? How could this hillbilly have such a background, commanding the vice president of the Black Panther Society to show him such deference, even slapping his own nephew?

“How dare you disrespect the President?” Baldy kicked the suited man in the stomach, sending him flying several meters. By coincidence, he landed right in the pile of vomit he had just thrown up, half his face covered in the filth.

“That…” Lin Xiaoxu instinctively covered his nose. It was truly disgusting.

“President, since our last parting, Leopard has missed you greatly. He often talks about you, saying you saved his life. He vowed to serve you like a loyal beast in his next life to repay you.”

Baldy smiled cheerfully.

“Besides, the Black Panther Society’s bonus distribution day is just a few days away. According to their rules, the profits from the ten or so bars and some underground casinos under the Society’s name are split in half: half belongs solely to the President, and the other half is shared among the vice president and the underlings.

Leopard originally planned to personally bring the money to Taoyuan Village to find you, President.”

Lin Xiaoxu’s expression tightened. He had thought Chen Leopard would say anything to save his life, but it turned out he truly had entrusted the presidency of the Black Panther Society to him.

Half of the dividends amounted to at least hundreds of thousands, possibly over a million.

Lin Xiaoxu’s face changed. “Take me to see Chen Leopard. I have something to discuss with him.”

“Yes, yes… Please follow me, President,” Baldy said respectfully, leading the way.