At the Yuanyang Porridge Shop.

Upon entering the private room, Li Si immediately tore off the mask on her face and complained, "That was suffocating." Then, she took off the long down jacket she was wearing. Close to five feet seven inches in height, she wore a simple black dress, her aura ethereal, like a celestial fairy untouched by worldly dust.

Sun Yuli said with an envious look, "Sisi, your figure is truly something to be jealous of."

"Yours is even better," Li Si shot Sun Yuli a look. "If you were to get properly dressed up, even the Bright Moon would dim in comparison."

"Yang, you think so, don't you?"

"Ah?!" Chen Yang was clearly flustered. Seeing both women staring at him intently, he scratched his head in resignation. "You both have great figures, each one is perfect!"

Asking me? Isn't this just deliberately putting me on the spot? Good thing I think fast!

The two women giggled at his diplomatic answer. Chen Yang chuckled, then deftly changed the subject. "Sisi, I heard you're looking for someone to sing a duet with?"

"That's right! It's an arrangement by the company. They probably want to recruit new talent. My agent is handling all the specifics," Li Si briefly explained, then asked in return, "Why? Are you preparing to record a duet with me, Yang?"

"I'll pass," Chen Yang waved his hands repeatedly. "It's for my sister-in-law. She signed with a music company a while back, and she seemed quite eager when she heard you were looking for a duet partner."

He then recounted what had happened at Star Dream Music Company earlier that afternoon.

Li Si deeply empathized and sighed, "Without any connections or power, it's best not to enter this circle. Of course, that excludes those who are willing to sacrifice everything they have."

"The only reason I can hold my own is thanks to the influence you left behind back in the day, Yang." Li Si looked at Chen Yang and blinked. "With a big shot like you around, no one would dare bully your sister-in-law. If she really wants to enter this industry, I can take her under my wing."

"Great. Then let me thank Miss Li in advance," Chen Yang said, raising his glass.

Li Si rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "I'm the one who should be thanking you."

The three of them chatted late into the night.

As they were parting, Sun Yuli pulled Chen Yang aside and whispered, "Sisi chose Lingjin City as the first stop of her concert tour entirely for you. You have no idea... she cried for three whole days after she found out you were married."

"Sigh... and you had to go and get married," Sun Yuli said, shaking her head incessantly, her gaze reproachful.

Chen Yang was speechless.

"Anyway," she said, "if you're not busy, let's get together more often."

"Okay!"

「Meanwhile.」

Yuelan Grand Hotel.

In a suite, Zhang Zhaoyang, who had just arrived from Qiyun Road, stood smoking by the window. His face was dark, and his sharp, tiger-like eyes flickered with a cold light.

Behind him, a middle-aged man lowered his phone with a helpless expression. "Chairman, Du Dingshan's and Li Cheng's phones are still unreachable."

"The Lingjin City branch also inquired. After heading to the Qin Corporation, they never returned. We've also lost contact with the fifty men who went with them."

Zhang Zhaoyang sneered. "They're living, breathing people. Did they just vanish into thin air?"

"Chairman, I think they might have..."

Zhang Zhaoyang spun around, interrupting him. "Are you trying to say they're all dead?"

The middle-aged man, who was Zhang Zhaoyang's assistant Xu Hong, simply lowered his head and said no more.

If they weren't dead, how could so many people become impossible to contact?

"HMPH!" Zhang Zhaoyang gritted his teeth. "Just like I said on the phone, I will destroy his entire family!"

By saying this, he was acknowledging Xu Hong's unspoken conclusion. The fate of the fifty men was still unknown, but Du Dingshan and Li Cheng were most likely already dead.

First, he snatched my distribution channels, and now he's killed my right-hand men! Heh... This is a complete disregard for me, the Chairman of the Juling Group!

After taking a harsh drag from his cigarette, Zhang Zhaoyang turned his gaze to an old man seated on the sofa, and his expression immediately softened. "Elder Zhou, I'm relying on you for this."

The elder was about sixty years old and short in stature, looking almost like a child as he sat there. However, the dense Yin Evil Qi swirling around him was terrifying and soul-stirring. He was an eighth-rank Fist Master—the kind who had bloodied his hands countless times. To form such a potent aura, a conservative estimate would place the number of people who had died by his hand well into the triple digits.

"You're too kind, Chairman," the elder said with a slight cupping of his hands. "Since I am the Chairman's Guest Elder and have accepted payment, I will naturally see the matter through. Besides, I hear this fellow is quite the expert. That might provide a little amusement."

"Haha! With those words from you, Elder Zhou, I can finally rest easy." Zhang Zhaoyang laughed heartily. Waving a hand, he commanded, "Notify the Qin Corporation immediately! Tell them to prepare all the company transfer documents. I will personally go and collect them tomorrow!"

"Yes, Chairman!" Xu Hong nodded and immediately began making the calls.

Zhang Zhaoyang sneered, "Daring to take what's mine and kill my men... I'll give you credit for having guts! But you won't be able to bear the consequences. Starting tomorrow, the Qin Corporation will change its name to Zhang and be absorbed into my Juling Pharmaceutical Group! And every last member of the Qin Family will join Du Dingshan in the grave!"

Zhang Zhaoyang stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, radiating a murderous aura, his spirit soaring.

However, a sudden BANG!! shattered the air, startling Zhang Zhaoyang so badly his thoughts froze and his heart began to pound. As he whirled around, a series of heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway, growing closer with each step.

Through the shattered doorway, Yang Hu, dressed in a martial uniform, strode in with several men in tow.

Hmm? People from the Martial Department? What's going on? Zhang Zhaoyang's expression changed, and the fury simmering within him cooled slightly.

Yang Hu scanned the room, his gaze finally landing on Zhang Zhaoyang. "Are you the chairman of Juling Group, Zhang Zhaoyang?"

After taking care of Du Dingshan and Li Cheng earlier in the day, he had used his connections to place the distant Juling Group on Qiyun Road under surveillance. Any sign of activity would be reported to him immediately. Given the previous incident with Du Dingshan coming to cause trouble, Yang Hu was not about to let something similar happen again. The moment he learned that Zhang Zhaoyang had arrived in Lingjin City and checked into this hotel, he had brought his men over without delay.

"I am Zhang Zhaoyang." He managed to remain composed, stepping forward with a smile. "May I ask which department you're from, sir? And what business do you have with me?"

Ignoring his question, Yang Hu asked ominously, "A moment ago, from outside the door, I thought I heard you say you were going to destroy the Qin Family. I didn't hear you clearly, though. Could you repeat that for me?"

Zhang Zhaoyang's expression stiffened. Could it be... these men are here for the Qin Family?

"SPEAK!!" Yang Hu's voice boomed, his tone ice-cold.

"Kid, don't think you can look down on everyone and do as you please just because you wear a uniform!" The elder, Zhou Qingshan, slowly rose from the sofa, his expression indifferent and his voice chilling.

Yang Hu just laughed. "Old man, don't think you can act all high and mighty just because you're an eighth-rank Fist Master. Believe it or not, I could cripple you with a single punch."

Zhou Qingshan was silent.

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