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"What... what is going on?" The security captain was completely stunned as he looked at the dark muzzle of the gun pointed at him.
When did this fellow appear? Where did she come from, and where did she get that gun? In such a Light Transformation Day, how could she openly carry such an obvious weapon? Am I in Vietnam?
This must be fake; it has to be fake!
"Oh, let me see. I believe I need to fire a warning shot first, right?" Over there, Laiwei, with her other hand not holding a gun, pulled out a notebook and began reading it word for word. Just as the words "fake" were about to leave the security captain's mouth, she pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The tremendous impact shattered the ceiling into dust and triggered a chorus of screams from outside.
When Laiwei lowered the gun again, she found that the security captain had obediently dropped his hands to cover his head and crouched down on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes.
He wasn't someone who didn't know the severity of the situation. He knew that this gun, which was meant to intimidate, had an entirely abnormal source. But seeing the other party raise her gun without any hesitation while holding that notebook under such circumstances was beyond his control.
From the type of weapon she had, it was clear that she was not a police officer. In the Chinese Empire, obtaining a Gun Permit as a non-law enforcement individual was not something someone like Fan Ye could compare to.
There were plenty of guns among Fan Ye's Gunmen, but they were all low-tier. Just her pulling out that notebook was enough to overshadow those insignificant Gunmen.
In an instant, a sense of despair welled up from deep within him. Was it really so difficult to just call the Boss as she requested? Why did he have to act like a big shot? Being fooled by a fat man made him genuinely believe that she had no background. Seeing her impressive skills led him to think that was her greatest trump card.
But little did he know that what had been revealed so far was nothing compared to what was yet to come—the fellow who had just entered and was now pointing at him was truly terrifying.
Damn it! How did I end up mixed up with a Pennyless Viscount? Damn it! That bastard on a bicycle—what kind of joke is this? If that damned fat man appeared in front of me now, I would have the impulse to tear him apart! What did I do to deserve this?
Wen Xia seemed completely unprepared for the sudden turn of events; the pace of progress was simply too fast. First, someone inexplicably got thrown out, and then the other party pulled out a weapon to threaten them.
Just as they were quietly exchanging harsh words, a group of security guards outside suddenly burst in, displaying their authority with an overwhelming presence.
Qi Menglu was quite familiar with the situation. Her family background was certainly above average among ordinary people, but at the Royal Academy of Basic Studies, she was rather inconspicuous.
It was hard to believe that she could find such powerful allies.
A bodyguard carrying a firearm and a police officer armed with a gun were two entirely different concepts.
"Who is she? Another person I don't recognize," Qi Menglu remarked, clearly surprised by the changes unfolding before her. However, her astonishment differed from that of others; she looked at the beautiful woman with sun-kissed skin with a peculiar expression, her gaze lingering on her chest for a moment, her voice slightly off.
This left Yang Xiaoyou feeling somewhat speechless.
He then felt a chill pass over him and glanced at Feng Lin beside him, only to find that she had already averted her gaze and put on her bear hood, presenting her expressionless bear face to him.
"Was that gunfire just now? Haha. I didn't expect it to escalate like this; I really want to go in and take a look," said a group of ordinary guests outside. The sudden gunfire had thrown them into chaos, and everyone wanted to quickly leave the area.
However, Fu Jincai stood at the staircase with an eager expression, peering towards the private room, his eyes nearly bulging out. Unfortunately, his angle prevented him from seeing what was happening inside.
Regardless, he knew that with gunfire involved, the fate of that fellow inside would likely be quite tragic. Ideally, he hoped for a quick death—no, not death; it would be better if he were left severely injured and then slowly tortured.
As he thought about the thrill of revenge, he felt a rush of satisfaction. Offending him? Did they really think they could get away with it? When he had been forced to stop earlier, it was clear he had underestimated their cunning. Now that he was prepared, could they still stir up trouble?
In the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks are but fleeting clouds.
Now he was also in a dilemma, torn between whether to go inside or not. Undoubtedly, with guns drawn, entering could lead to trouble for him. Yet, he couldn't bear the thought of not witnessing the other party's miserable state with his own eyes.
At that moment, several imposing security guards burst out from the private room, scanning the area as if searching for something amidst the panicked crowd.
Seeing them, Fu Jincai immediately approached, hoping to glean some information about what was happening inside. He opened his mouth to speak, "Brothers, what's going on here?"
However, before he could finish, the security guards' expressions shifted from surprise to sinister grins as they looked at him.
"It's you!" Without caring for the fat man's reaction, they swiftly grabbed him and began dragging him toward the private room.
"Brothers, is there some kind of misunderstanding?" Fu Jincai was clearly taken aback and started to protest repeatedly.
He wanted to go in and take a look but certainly did not wish to enter in this manner. There must have been some misunderstanding.
"Misunderstanding? How could there be a misunderstanding? I personally followed the captain and listened to your words. You were 'kindly' reminding us that the boy has no background, just following a Pennyless Viscount and riding a bicycle, right? We were just about to thank you for your good intentions." One of the guards holding him said with a grin.
Although he was smiling, it sent an inexplicable chill down Fu Jincai's spine.
However, after hearing this, he let out a sigh of relief; others might not know that boy's identity, but surely he did.
Perhaps he would have to confront it directly. No matter; in the face of ironclad facts, all schemes and tricks are mere paper tigers.
The other party following Qi Qiusheng to dinner was something he had witnessed with his own eyes. The sight of that dilapidated bicycle was the very cause of his beloved car being damaged, and this ironclad fact could not be disputed!
Perhaps they had been fooled by him again; he would expose him right away.
With that thought in mind, he didn’t let the security guards hold him back. He strode forward into the building, adjusting his disheveled clothes as he walked, a hint of pride on his face.
This sudden display left several security guards momentarily stunned. Could it be that he really couldn’t hear the tone of his own voice?
As he stepped through the door, he saw Yang Xiaoyou whispering something to a large stuffed bear. Fu Jincai immediately seized the opportunity to speak before anyone else could.
“Ha! You don’t need to pretend any longer; it’s useless now. We just ran into each other at the entrance today—surely you haven’t forgotten? We both know who you are and what kind of person you are! You probably don’t realize how Fan Ye operates behind the scenes. In our city, with your kind of status, if he wanted you dead in the streets today, you wouldn’t survive until tomorrow!”
While he was openly attacking Yang Xiaoyou, he also threw in a compliment that was neither too heavy nor too light. If one were to remove the obvious flaws that came to mind first, he wasn’t entirely useless.
“Bullshit! I’m a respectable businessman—what have you turned me into? Are you Fu Jintao’s son? I will definitely confront him about this!” At that moment, another voice rang out from outside. A well-dressed man, surrounded by several suited bodyguards, entered the private room.
This fellow had a connection with Yang Xiaoyou as well. Due to Mo Wenfu’s influence, when Yang Xiaoyou was called to the Yongxing Conference Room, he had been one of those present.
Upon seeing Yang Xiaoyou, he hesitated for a moment, his eyes flashing with uncertainty as if he still recognized him. Just this small detail revealed that his current success was not merely due to luck; he had managed to thrive even amidst the turmoil faced by most high-ranking officials.
From past events, he understood that there were intricate ties between him and the Common Unity Party!
Times had changed; the Common Unity Party was thriving while Yongxing had become a thing of the past. He truly could no longer afford to get involved!
Fu Jintao might be a somewhat ruthless character, but he knows himself well. That young man, just by obtaining such a caliber of Gun Permit, is already quite remarkable!
Before coming here, he had asked a friend at the police station. There were also a few undercover officers accompanying him, and from their knowing glances, he understood that there was no room for deception.
In this situation, choosing sides was unnecessary.
"I know who you are; we've met before. I'm not here to discuss whether you're a legitimate businessman or not. I have one thing to say: whatever plans you have to deal with me, double them all on him. Also, I really dislike the person in charge of external recruitment and publicity; handle it as you see fit."
Once the main character appeared, Yang Xiaoyou wasted no time and directly stated his demands in an uncompromising tone. The content seemed 'ordinary,' but the pressure he exerted left almost everyone present gasping for breath.
The startled fat man never expected that Fan Ye, whom his father greatly respected, would come over in such a submissive manner. This was beyond his expectations. Hearing the vicious fellow's words made him nearly lose his composure, and he began to cover his backside nervously.
Beside him, a slick-looking security guard heard this and couldn't help but frown, muttering under his breath, "Damn it, I don't have such heavy tastes."
"Shut up! I don't care what your tastes are. Damn it, everyone involved today must show up; if even one is missing, you'll never use that thing again!" Fan Ye, who initially presented himself as a legitimate businessman, suddenly darkened his expression.
Hearing their approach made Yang Xiaoyou's face flash with a strange look; he never imagined they would be so despicable—it truly wasn't intentional.
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