The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 90 - 90 90 Purge the Organization

90: Chapter 90: Purge the Organization 90: Chapter 90: Purge the Organization “Scoundrel!” Lin Shanhu’s blood rushed to his head, and ignoring his own physical weakness, he slapped the table and immediately stood up, stumbling toward Wang Tiankun.

Ordinarily, Wang Tiankun would have immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, but now he was at a dead end, and he had practiced martial arts for many years, so seeing Lin Shanhu’s unsteady stance, he knew the man was practically delivering himself to death’s door.

With a cold smile in his heart, Wang Tiankun easily caught Lin Shanhu’s punch, then with a reverse palm push, he toppled Lin Shanhu to the ground like pushing over a winter melon, effortlessly.

“Dad!”

“Boss Lin!”

Liu Hun and Lin Mengmei immediately rushed to help Lin Shanhu up, while Wang Tiankun, seeing Lin Shanhu in such a state, immediately burst into wild laughter and said, “Lin Shanhu, Lin Shanhu!

You really don’t know what’s good for you!

Do you still think you’re the Lin Shanhu of the past?

Do you really think I’m still the Wang Tiankun you could push around?

Let me tell you clearly, you’re wrong!

Now this opera troupe is under my control!

I am the troupe leader!

This troupe belongs to the Wang Family!” Saying this, Wang Tiankun arrogantly stood with his hands behind his back, taunting Lin Shanhu, “Now I’ll give you two choices!

First, you get kicked out by me.

Second, you walk out of here on your own and never come back.

Out of respect for our past mentor-disciple relationship, I would advise you to wisely choose the latter.”

“Wang Tiankun!

I’ll fight you!” Lin Mengmei said, furiously rushing towards Wang Tiankun.

Lin Mengmei was no match for Wang Tiankun and, with her current agitation, she stood even less of a chance, getting easily subdued by Wang Tiankun after hardly a couple of moves.

“Hahaha…” Wang Tiankun held Lin Mengmei and laughed wildly, “Mengmei, just agree to be my wife, and you can live here, well-fed and clothed!

How about it?”

“Pah!

Shameless!” Lin Mengmei took advantage of Wang Tiankun’s unguarded moment and viciously stomped on his foot, breaking free from his grip, and then she rebuked loudly, “Wang Tiankun!

Even if I never marry in my whole life, I would never marry a beast like you!”

Despite the pain in his toes, Wang Tiankun coldly glared at Lin Mengmei and said, “Since you refuse the toast only to be forced to drink the forfeit, today in front of all our fellow disciples, I will strip off your facade and let everyone see what exactly you have been hiding and covering up!”

“You dare, just try it!” Liu Hun stepped in front of Lin Mengmei in a flash, then whispered to her, “Take care of Boss Lin; I’ve got this.”

“Mhm!” Lin Mengmei nodded firmly, finding reassurance and warmth in the presence of this man.

“Ha!

Liu Hun!

You’ve finally shown yourself!

Ruining my good deeds one after another!

You’ve got the nerve to stand out!

Do you know I’ve wanted to deal with you for a long time!” Wang Tiankun’s eyes bulged out like brass bells as he glared at Liu Hun.

Ever since Liu Hun first stepped into the Lin Family Troupe and slapped him in the face, then continuously caused him embarrassment, Wang Tiankun had long wanted to settle the score with Liu Hun, the meddlesome fool.

“Ha!

Is that so?

I’ve wanted to deal with you too!

Let’s give it a try!” Liu Hun responded with a chuckle, a hint of coldness flickering in his eyes.

“Still pretending to be a hero?

Last time, I was caught off guard by your tricks!

Today, you still think you can protect Lin Shanhu?

Want to possess Lin Mengmei?

Let me tell you, no chance!

This opera troupe is named the Wang Family Troupe, it’s mine!

Don’t think for a moment the old dog Lin Shanhu can take it back!

Lin Mengmei belongs to me to play with!

It’s certainly not for a nobody like you!” Wang Tiankun said, moving step by step towards Liu Hun, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his hands, “Trying to show off with your words, I’ll make sure you’re left searching for your teeth!”

After that, taking advantage of Liu Hun’s distraction, he threw a direct punch at Liu Hun’s head, a simple tactic aimed at defeating novices, relying purely on brute force, hoping to be effective in one blow.

“Bang!” A fist and palm collided with a thud, and Wang Tiankun was surprised to find that not only had his all-out punch been solidly caught by Liu Hun, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t advance another half step.

This was exactly the same as before.

“Not bad!

Some strength there, but just brute force after all.

Let me give you a few words, ‘a complete ass.’ ” Liu Hun said, and then slowly began to twist Wang Tiankun’s clenched fist.

Wang Tiankun struggled desperately, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only watch Liu Hun methodically twist his hand.

He panicked, the sweat on his forehead dropping like peas.

He had other options to attack, but since Liu Hun had already made him lose face last time, he had to show his strength until…

Wang Tiankun, unable to bear the humiliation of losing to Liu Hun in a show of strength, was caught by his pride and found himself with no path of retreat, until…

“Crack!” A sharp sound of breaking bones echoed, and the group of opera troupe apprentices watched aghast as Liu Hun forcibly twisted Wang Tiankun’s arm.

Fear, terror, and panic spread among everyone’s hearts.

Liu Hun, despite his calm appearance, stood there like King Yan himself, striking everyone with fear, leaving them unsure if they were to be his next target.

“Ah!!!” A piercing scream shook the earth as Wang Tiankun’s legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground with a “thud”.

It was only then that Liu Hun released the twisted limb.

Wang Tiankun howled in anguish, his cries echoing throughout the hall as the area below his knees turned damp from sweat, a testament to his excruciating pain that had penetrated deep into his bones.

Lin Shanhu, seated on the Dragon Head Chair, had by now recovered his strength.

Watching Wang Tiankun’s state, his anger dissipated somewhat, and he could see the apprentices’ fear towards Liu Hun, ensuring they dared not side with Wang Tiankun.

So, he said to Liu Hun, “Brother Guan, please spare Wang Tiankun.

After all, we have a master-disciple relationship, let’s part on good terms.”

Liu Hun hadn’t expected Lin Shanhu to speak so generously, as if the punch from Wang Tiankun earlier had landed on someone else, not him.

“Lin Bandmaster, you are truly righteous, and I, Liu Hun, admire you.” After speaking, Liu Hun stepped forward and hoisted Wang Tiankun from the ground, who looked at Liu Hun with eyes filled with hatred and fear.

Liu Hun grabbed Wang Tiankun’s mouth and said, “Having such a master is your fortune!

If you dare to cause trouble again, I guarantee you’ll regret ever coming into this world!” With that, a surge of Qi burst into Wang Tiankun’s body, and Liu Hun twisted his hand once more, setting the limb back in place.

Wang Tiankun whimpered piteously, like a beaten dog, devoid of any manly demeanor and looking at Liu Hun with both fear and dread.

After freeing himself from Liu Hun’s grip, he immediately scurried away to the side.

“Wang Tiankun, you may go!

Don’t come back, our master-disciple bond has ended,” Lin Shanhu said, his head bowed, waving him off, his heart a mix of emotions.

He hadn’t expected his most beloved disciple to end this way, becoming enemies; he couldn’t even bear to watch Wang Tiankun leave.

Wang Tiankun wasn’t a fool; he knew he was no match for Liu Hun and that staying would only lead to further humiliation.

Biting back anger, he warned, “Lin Shanhu!

Liu Hun!

And Lin Mengmei!

You wait for me!

One day Wang Tiankun will return, and you’ll be on your knees, licking the mud off my boots!” With that, he left the Lin Family compound, clutching his arm.

The disciples who had sided with Wang Tiankun in his rebellion panicked, uncertain of how Lin Shanhu would deal with them.

Of course, Lin Shanhu understood the psychology of his disciples.

He called Lin Mengmei over and said, “Mengmei, go get that thing.”

“Yes!” Knowing exactly what Lin Shanhu meant, Lin Mengmei had already been briefed when they were alone in his room earlier.

Soon, Lin Mengmei emerged from Lin Shanhu’s room with a yellowed ledger and handed it over to him.

Lin Shanhu told his disciples, “This book lists all your names.

Take a look for yourselves.” He then passed it to Lin Mengmei, instructing her to let the apprentices pass it around.

The disciples rifled through the yellowed pages, quickly locating their own names.

To their surprise, it wasn’t just a roster; more precisely, it was an accounts book listing each person’s number of performances and the corresponding earnings, diligently recorded.

When the old ledger made its way back to Lin Shanhu, he addressed the disciples, “This details the money you’ve earned.

Indeed, Wang Tiankun was right; I didn’t pay you in full, I kept it for safekeeping.

Having run this opera troupe for so many years, I’ve witnessed countless tragedies over money—broken homes, disbanded troupes, prison sentences.

I didn’t want such tragedies in the Lin Family troupe.

So without consult, I took the liberty to save the money for you.

If you wish to leave, just say the word, and Mengmei will pay you in full immediately!”

The disciples glanced at each other, finally grasping their master’s good intentions.

They all knelt down in succession, apologizing and asking for forgiveness from Lin Shanhu.

The crisis of division and change in the Lin Family troupe was thus averted.

Afterward, Liu Hun made his request to Lin Shanhu, who readily agreed without hesitation.

The trip to East Town was well worth it; the next step was to meet up with Xiao Fang and start selling shoes.

Two days later, on the market day of Taiping Town, folks from surrounding villages gathered in Taiping, purchasing their daily necessities and indulging in the excitement to enliven their monotonous lives.