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Inside the private jet, Huang Haoran's game unfolded.
As night fell, the private plane soared through the clouds, heading towards the Overseas Headquarters. Inside the cabin, there was no noise from the outside world, only a serene and luxurious atmosphere.
Huang Haoran lounged in the leather seat of first class, his legs elegantly crossed. He held a Silver Briefcase lightly in his hands, his fingertips gliding slowly over its smooth metallic surface.
Inside that briefcase lay something of utmost importance—something that could determine the outcome of this confrontation.
Yet he was in no hurry to open it, for he knew that there were more exciting parts of this game awaiting him.
"President Huang, would you like some red wine?"
A sultry flight attendant, clad in a tight uniform, leaned in close. Her soft body nearly pressed against him, her red lips brushed against his ear as she spoke with a hint of flirtation.
"Red wine? Such a boring choice," he replied, pulling her waist closer with one arm. His fingertips lightly traced her thigh while a meaningful smile played on his lips.
"How about something more interesting?"
The flight attendant giggled and nestled into his embrace, her eyes sparkling with a dreamy allure.
But just then, his phone screen lit up with an incoming call—Overseas Board.
Huang Haoran smiled slightly as he caressed the flight attendant's long hair and answered the call leisurely.
"Hello everyone, what’s the rush to find me?"
On the other end of the line came an angry voice, accompanied by the sound of a fist slamming on a table—
"Huang Haoran! You bastard! You're dead!"
"We've already figured it out, you thief! How dare you embezzle funds from our branch?!"
"Did you think we wouldn't find out? Your clumsy methods are pathetic!"
"This time you're finished, do you hear me?! By the time you reach headquarters, be ready for prison!"
The board members on the other end of the phone were furious, as if victory was already in their grasp, just waiting for Huang Haoran to arrive so they could take him down.
However, Huang Haoran simply laughed leisurely, a brazen and arrogant laugh that only fueled the anger of those on the other end.
"Hahahahahaha—"
His laughter was loud, filled with unabashed arrogance, as if he didn't take these so-called "crises" seriously at all.
"So what if you found out?"
"Do you really think... this is a game you can win?"
With that, he hung up the phone, not giving them a chance to say another word.
He set down his phone and picked up a glass of red wine, elegantly swirling it before taking a gentle sip.
The flight attendant in his arms gazed at him dreamily, slightly parting her lips. "President Huang... who was that just now?"
Huang Haoran gently tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing an inscrutable smile.
"Nothing much, just a bunch of poor souls who haven't realized they've already lost."
The plane flew through the darkness, heading straight for the battlefield that was about to erupt into chaos.
The private jet landed smoothly at the airport, the runway illuminated by faint lights that reflected the ambiguous and sultry atmosphere inside the cabin.
The flight attendant's uniform was disheveled, the collar wide open, revealing large patches of her fair skin. The hem of her skirt clung wrinkled to her legs, and traces of a lingering blush remained on her face.
Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, her gaze hazy, and her lips trembled slightly, as if she had just experienced an intense workout.
She attempted to stand up but found her legs unsteady; her knees buckled, and she nearly fell.
"Ah...!"
Just as she was about to collapse, a strong arm reached out swiftly and securely pulled her into an embrace.
Huang Haoran smirked, looking down at the breathless flight attendant in his arms, his eyes filled with a mix of teasing and affection.
"Well... it seems this flower is quite delicate. Is it my fault?"
His tone was flippant yet carried an irresistible charm that made the woman in his arms blush even deeper.
The flight attendant lightly punched his chest with her small hand, her voice soft and laced with a hint of playful complaint.
"Stop it... President Huang..."
She raised her eyes, filled with a sense of attachment and reluctance, biting her lip as she whispered,
"When we go back... I want to experience it again... so much better than my husband..."
Huang Haoran laughed heartily, his gaze brimming with pride and amusement. He lifted his hand to pinch her chin, speaking in a lazy and relaxed manner.
"Of course, how could I refuse a beautiful lady's request?"
He gently patted her cheek, turned around to straighten his clothes, stood tall, and stepped off the plane.
His battlefield was just beginning.
Huang Haoran's arrival at the heart of the Capital Empire.
Huang Haoran sat in the back seat of a luxurious black car, the city lights flickering outside the window, with expensive boutiques, banks, and high-rise office buildings lining the streets.
To him, these were merely realms he could not enter in the past, but now—he was about to overturn it all.
The car slowly came to a stop in front of an imposing skyscraper, the headquarters of top-tier foreign enterprises, a symbol of wealth and global dominance: the Capital Empire Center.
The building's entrance was adorned with high-end black marble, and a spacious lobby featured dazzling crystal chandeliers. Security guards in suits stood at either side of the entrance, their presence commanding, as if no uninvited guest could dare to cross their threshold.
However, today’s visitor was not an ordinary "uninvited guest."
The car door opened, and a blonde secretary dressed in a sharp black suit stood outside, waiting quietly.
As Huang Haoran stepped out of the car, the secretary looked up and smiled as she approached—but her smile held a hint of obvious disdain and distance, as if she were facing a sinner about to enter judgment.
"Mr. Huang, welcome," she said.
Her voice was gentle but cold as an ice-covered lake.
"The board members have been waiting for some time; please follow me upstairs."
Huang Haoran smiled slightly, his gaze deep as he looked at her, then nodded gently.
"Thank you for looking forward to my arrival."
Upon hearing this, the secretary's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain, her lips twitching slightly as if suppressing something.
"Please—"
She turned and led Huang Haoran into the towering Financial Kingdom.
The moment he stepped into the building, Huang Haoran couldn't help but marvel.
The entire hall was resplendent, with ceilings soaring seven to eight meters high. Massive floor-to-ceiling windows captured the bustling cityscape outside, while the marble floors gleamed like mirrors. Each step echoed with a steady resonance.
This was indeed an astonishing Capital Empire.
But…
Soon, all of this would belong to him.
These lavish decorations, these symbols of wealth and power, and those who once looked down on him would ultimately bow at his feet!
"Ding—"
The elevator doors opened, and the secretary politely gestured, "Mr. Huang, please."
Huang Haoran smiled faintly and stepped into the elevator, feeling as relaxed as if he were attending a grand banquet.
The secretary pressed "58," the location of the boardroom on the top floor—a place of ultimate power where billions in capital flowed and life-and-death decisions were made.
As the elevator doors slowly closed, Huang Haoran shut his eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the essence of this empire.
Soon, the power center here would welcome a new master.
At the door of power, the future confrontation awaited.
Huang Haoran stepped forward with steady strides, following his secretary to the heavy and solemn door of the conference room.
The door was entirely black, designed simply yet exuding an oppressive aura. Its thick frame symbolized that this was the sacred hall where decisions about the flow of global capital were made.
In the center of the door, a pair of silver horizontal handles were embedded. Under the soft lighting outside the conference room, they glimmered faintly, cold and sharp.
This was the battlefield that would determine his future.
On either side of the entrance stood two security guards dressed in black suits and sunglasses, their arms crossed over their stomachs, expressions cold and vigilant.
As Huang Haoran approached, they slightly turned to the side, their eyes scanning him from behind their sunglasses, sharp gazes scrutinizing every subtle movement he made.
One of the guards spoke in a low tone filled with caution.
“Please cooperate with the security check.”
Huang Haoran smiled and raised his hands, allowing the guards to inspect him.
“You are quite thorough,” he remarked.
The guards did not respond, focusing intently on checking his suit pockets, the insides of his sleeves, and even gently patting his sides to ensure he carried no dangerous items.
Their professionalism was exceptional; their movements were clean and efficient, neither intrusive nor leaving any suspicious gaps.
A few seconds later, after completing the inspection, one guard nodded slightly and then shifted his gaze to the Silver Briefcase in Huang Haoran's hand.
"What’s in this suitcase?"
The air momentarily thickened.
Huang Haoran lowered his gaze to the briefcase in his hand, a faint smile appearing on his lips as he spoke in a calm and collected tone.
"It's just some documents. After all, the board asked me to come, so I should bring something along, right?"
The security guard did not respond immediately but exchanged a glance with another guard.
—A brief, silent communication filled with vigilance and assessment.
This was standard security protocol; no untrusted individual should be allowed to carry unchecked luggage into the boardroom.
However, their wariness towards Huang Haoran had not reached the level of "not allowing him through."
After a moment, the lead security guard nodded and returned the briefcase to Huang Haoran, his tone still cold but polite. "You may enter."
"Thank you for your professionalism."
Huang Haoran's lips curled slightly as he took the briefcase, giving it a gentle pat before stepping forward to grasp the silver door handle.
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