The mayor then personally called Mu Lin to discuss, hoping to reschedule the afternoon press conference to the next day. The reason was that the upcoming crackdown involved five states, and coordination with leaders from these states was necessary. Holding the press conference too early might lead to information leakage, causing the local criminal organizations to flee and undermining the effectiveness of the operation.
Mu Lin thought for a while, unafraid of what the mayor might do, and temporarily agreed to postpone the press conference. To prevent any unexpected incidents, Mu Lin decided to personally go to city hall to keep an eye on them. He knew these people might do anything for political reasons, even betraying their conscience.
Mu Lin lay in the bedroom and instructed Finney to spread the word that he was unwell and needed rest, refusing to see anyone. Even the two young female officers were sent to city hall and the police station. Then he summoned a butler sent from Boston, a man already brainwashed by Mu Lin to treat his orders as commands. In front of Finney and the others, Mu Lin used his disguise technique, transforming the butler into his own image, while he himself took on the butler’s appearance. Then, he drove off to city hall with Sara.
Outside city hall, police had already set up a perimeter. Seeing it was a clinic vehicle, they checked the documents and let it through. Mu Lin parked far away in the parking lot and used his telepathic ability to follow Sara toward city hall.
Naturally, Sara couldn’t meet the mayor directly; the mayor’s assistant received her instead, placing her in a small lounge next to the secretary’s office. The secretary’s office was in a flurry of activity, with constant phone calls and faxes.
To save time, Mu Lin only needed Sara to guide him to the general area, after which he could handle the rest. His telepathy transmitted the content of some faxes from the secretary’s office into his mind. The information was mostly related to Mu Lin, though somewhat vague—mainly that they had uncovered a dangerous plot targeting him, claiming that Mu Lin was under threat from the gangs and his life was in danger.
He shifted his telepathic focus to the mayor’s office, where the mayor and some supportive council members were in a heated debate discussing how to handle the aftermath of the Mu Lin incident. The meeting room was divided into three factions, arguing intensely.
“Mayor, I believe we should hold the press conference as Mr. Daniel suggested and tell the media and the public the truth!” Mu Lin recognized this man—he had once been treated by Mu Lin and still had a sense of gratitude and justice.
“Mr. Southby, do you really think it’s appropriate to disclose everything without restraint? Remember, the Japanese are still our allies! And Daniel is just an ordinary doctor, an Asian immigrant! Do you really think these two are equally important?” This man, physically strong and currently feeling no need to rely on Mu Lin, advocated for caution.
“Mr. Sarin, don’t get so excited! I think we should still release the information selectively—only show the media the limited footage of Daniel being hypnotized. As for the second tape, I personally believe it should remain partially confidential.” An older mediator spoke up, clearly someone who feared needing Mu Lin’s help in the future.
The mayor remained deep in thought, frowning, clearly still undecided.
I’ve seen shameless people before, but never this shameless! Mu Lin’s anger flared, and he immediately decided to leave, not even waiting for Sara, driving straight back to the clinic.
Later, the mayor personally called Mu Lin to discuss, hoping to reschedule the afternoon press conference for the following afternoon. The reason was that this crackdown operation spanned five states, requiring coordination with the influential figures in those states. Holding the press conference too early might lead to leaks, causing the criminal organizations in these states to flee, thereby undermining the intended effectiveness of the operation.
Mu Lin thought it over and, unafraid of any potential schemes, temporarily agreed to postpone the press conference.
To prevent any unexpected incidents, Mu Lin decided to personally go to the city government and keep an eye on these individuals. Sometimes, for political gain, people might act unscrupulously and do anything.
Mu Lin lay in his bedroom and instructed Fenny to inform everyone outside that he was unwell and needed rest, refusing to see anyone. Even the two young policewomen were sent to the city government and police station. He then summoned a butler sent from Boston—one who had been brainwashed by Mu Lin and treated his orders as absolute. In front of Fenny and the others, Mu Lin used his disguise technique to transform the butler into his own likeness while he took on the butler’s appearance. He then drove Sara to the city government.
At the city government’s entrance, security barriers had already been set up early. Seeing it was the clinic’s vehicle, they checked the credentials and let them pass. Mu Lin parked the car far away in the parking lot and used his psychic senses to follow Sara as she entered the city government building.
Given Sara’s status, she naturally couldn’t meet the mayor directly. Instead, the mayor’s assistant received her and placed her in a small meeting room next to the secretary’s office. The secretary’s office was bustling with activity, constantly handling faxes and phone calls.
To save time, Mu Lin only needed Sara to guide him to the general location within the massive city government building—he could handle the rest himself. His psychic senses relayed the contents of some faxes in the secretary’s office to his mind, most of which were related to him. However, the details were vague, merely stating that they had uncovered a dangerous plot against Mu Lin and that his life was under threat from these gangs.
Shifting his psychic senses to the mayor’s office, he found the mayor and some supportive council members in a meeting, discussing how to handle the aftermath of the Mu Lin incident. The room was divided into three factions, engaged in heated debate.
“Mr. Mayor, I believe we should follow Mr. Daniel’s suggestion and hold a press conference to reveal the truth to the media and the public!” Mu Lin recognized this man—he had treated him before. At least he was grateful and had a sense of justice.
“Mr. Sotheby, do you think it’s appropriate to report this without any reservations? The Japanese are, after all, our allies! And this Daniel is just an ordinary doctor, an Asian immigrant! Which do you think carries more weight?” This man, seemingly strong and healthy, clearly believed he wouldn’t need Mu Lin’s help anytime soon and prioritized the “bigger picture.”
“Mr. Shalin, don’t get agitated! I think we should release some information but with reservations. Only provide the media with limited access to the footage of Daniel being hypnotized. As for the second tape, I personally believe it should remain confidential to some extent.” A mediator stepped in—an older man who was clearly afraid he might need Mu Lin’s help in the future.
The mayor, frowning, remained deep in thought, evidently still undecided.
Mu Lin had seen shameless people before, but never this shameless! His anger flared, and he made up his mind. Without waiting for Sara, he drove straight back to the clinic.
After removing his disguise, Mu Lin immediately instructed Fenny and the others to notify all affiliated clinics under his command: from today onward, all treatment activities were to cease entirely, and the clinics were to be temporarily closed. This order was to be executed unconditionally, with reopening dates pending further instructions from headquarters. The reason? The lives and reputations of the clinic’s headquarters staff and founder in New York were under threat. If evidence was needed, the clinic would arrange for it to be delivered.
Mu Lin’s idea was simple: if they still harbored illusions, he would shatter them completely. They shouldn’t assume that just because he was on their turf, he would submit to their control. Let’s see how they handle it when the nation’s elite start taking action.
Fenny and the others immediately sprang into action. In their hearts, Mu Lin was now their sole priority. The threat to his life had ignited their anger—if Mu Lin decided to emigrate, they would follow without hesitation.
After lunch, the two young policewomen returned. Clearly, the police station and city government’s plans had yet to be finalized. Mu Lin instructed them to take the afternoon off and do as they pleased. He also ordered everyone to refuse calls from the city government and police station and to deny entry to anyone from New York City. If anyone trespassed, the guards were authorized to issue warning shots under U.S. law. Anyone who made unauthorized contact with outsiders would be fired and face legal consequences.
Mu Lin wanted to instill a sense of deterrence. Otherwise, if he compromised even once, these people would keep pushing, eventually swallowing the clinic whole.
In the afternoon, Mu Lin began assessing Fenny and the others’ progress in physical training. Lately, they had spent little time together. Although dual cultivation could enhance their abilities, they still couldn’t perform any mystical arts—physical training was their lifeline for survival.
While Mu Lin and his group relaxed, the big shots in New York City were in chaos. Their original plan had been to downplay the incident until it faded away—after all, foreigners also preferred to report good news over bad.
But as soon as work resumed in the afternoon, members of Congress from both houses began calling incessantly, demanding to know what had happened and why Dr. Daniel’s clinics had temporarily closed. If they couldn’t resolve the matter effectively, the federal government wouldn’t hesitate to intervene.
Then, influential figures from other states started calling—these people weren’t polite. They began with harsh reprimands, followed by threats: if New York couldn’t guarantee the clinic’s safety, leading to its closure, they would impose economic sanctions and non-cooperation against the city in the future.
These officials hadn’t expected that before they could even reach a decision, the outside world had already descended into chaos. Realizing it must be Mu Lin’s doing, they tried to contact the clinic, only to find it sealed off from the outside. Left with no choice, they had to accept Mu Lin’s terms and scramble to negotiate with all parties.
Finally out of options, the New York City police held a press conference at the police department’s media center, presenting two edited tapes to the media. Mu Lin’s actual face in the footage had been altered.
The next day, media reports sparked public outrage. Soon after, journalists exposed secret dealings between certain government officials and the Japanese, reigniting nationwide anti-Japanese sentiment reminiscent of World War II. The dark cloud hanging over Chinatown’s Chinese community finally dissipated.
The nine gangs and their affiliated groups faced government crackdowns. Without their leaders, the nine main gangs dissolved into nothingness.
Mu Lin’s intention was clear: if you still have illusions, then let me shatter them completely. Don’t think you can manipulate me just because I’m on your turf! Let’s see how you handle the nationwide uproar when the upper echelons get involved.
Finney and the others immediately sprang into action, their hearts now fully centered around Mu Lin. The threats against his life had ignited their anger. If Mu Lin decided to emigrate, they would follow without hesitation.
After lunch, the two young female officers returned, apparently because the plans from the police station and city hall had not yet been announced. Mu Lin gave them the afternoon off for free activity. He also ordered everyone from this moment on not to answer calls from city hall or the police station, nor to receive any visitors from New York City. Anyone who forcibly entered could be shot as a warning under U country law, and anyone who secretly contacted them would be immediately fired and held legally accountable.
Mu Lin wanted to create a deterrent effect. Otherwise, if they compromised once, these people would take advantage, bullying the clinic however they pleased until eventually swallowing it whole.
In the afternoon, Mu Lin began inspecting Finney and the others’ progress in physical combat techniques. With limited time together recently, although dual cultivation could enhance their abilities, they still couldn’t perform any Taoist techniques. Physical combat remained their lifeline.
While Mu Lin and his team relaxed at the clinic, the bigwigs in New York were like ants on a hot pan. Their original intention had been to quietly bury the issue, as foreigners also preferred to report good news and hide bad ones.
But to their surprise, right after work resumed in the afternoon, calls poured in from senators and representatives in Congress, asking what exactly had happened and why Daniel’s clinic had temporarily closed. If they couldn’t effectively resolve the issue, the federal government wouldn’t mind stepping in to investigate.
Then came calls from leaders in other states, who were far less polite—first came scolding, followed by threats, stating that if they couldn’t guarantee the clinic’s safety and it shut down, economic sanctions and non-cooperation policies would be imposed on New York City in the future.
They hadn’t expected that while they were still undecided, the outside world had already erupted into chaos. Suspecting it was Mu Lin’s doing, they sent people to contact the clinic, only to find it had already gone into lockdown. With no choice, they had to accept Mu Lin’s conditions and hurriedly contacted various parties.
Eventually, with no other options, the police held a press conference at the city’s press center, where New York police played two edited tapes to the media, with Mu Lin’s real facial features blurred.
The next day, media coverage sparked public outrage. Then the media exposed secret dealings between certain government officials and the Japanese, reminiscent of the nationwide mobilization during World War II. The dark clouds hanging over the Chinese in Chinatown finally began to dissipate.
The nine criminal gangs, along with their closely associated allies, were targeted by the government. Without their leaders, the nine gangs quickly disintegrated.
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