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Zhou Lin appeared to be standing there casually, but upon closer inspection, one could see that her posture had been subtly adjusted. Her center of gravity had shifted slightly, and her feet were positioned one in front of the other, creating a perfect stance that allowed her to both attack and defend.

In the depths of her alluring yet wild eyes, a sharp light, like a drawn dagger, was locked onto the blade.

Blade's attitude toward Qin Luo temporarily put her at ease, but this suddenly appearing man with unfathomable strength, and the sudden aura of "Crown Prince" surrounding Qin Luo, made her feel that this seemingly ordinary young man had more and deeper secrets hidden within him than she had imagined.

Her desire to explore grew stronger.

As for the injured and fallen Crown Prince Zhao Hui, his emotions were like a rollercoaster, switching back and forth between ecstasy and extreme confusion and humiliation. His expression changed constantly, making for an extremely exciting moment.

He initially thought that Blade was there to support him, after all, he was the only son of Old Master Mu in name and the recognized "crown prince" of Anbang Group.

But Daofeng's cold push away was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head. Then, Daofeng's respectful, almost humble attitude towards Qin Luo, and that earth-shattering "Your Highness," were like a heavy hammer, shattering his sense of superiority and self-perception.

He lay on the ground, clutching his still excruciating groin, staring at the unbelievable scene before him. Shock, confusion, jealousy, anger, and a hint of fear that even he himself was unwilling to admit, intertwined and spread in his heart like venom.

He couldn't understand what Qin Luo, this guy who ruined his business, slapped him in the face, and now stole his limelight and might even steal his "reputation," had the right to do this!

The appearance of Blade not only reversed the one-sided situation on the scene in terms of force, but also nakedly exposed the unknown power structure within Anbang Group in front of everyone!

This adopted son, whom Old Master Mu trusted most and feared most, showed undisguised respect for Qin Luo, strongly suggesting that Qin Luo's identity was extraordinary.

Under the cover of night, the air at the Panlong racetrack was heavy. A larger storm, concerning the future ownership of Anbang Group and involving the interests of all parties, was quietly brewing in this eerie silence.

Under the spotlight, Blade seemed oblivious to the varied expressions and thoughts around him.

After bowing at a ninety-degree angle, he slowly straightened up, his gaze still respectfully fixed on Qin Luo, and then stepped towards Qin Luo.

His steps were steady and firm, each step seemingly coinciding with the heartbeats of the crowd.

He completely ignored Prince Hui, who was blocking his path, and didn't even glance at Zhou Lin. He walked straight to Qin Luo and stood about 1.5 meters away—a safe distance that showed respect without arousing excessive suspicion in the other party.

"Prince."

Blade spoke again, his voice still deep and calm, but this time, the volume was much lower, carrying a clear sense of requesting instructions and reporting.

Qin Luo looked at the man in front of him, who had a powerful aura but was unusually respectful to him. His face remained calm and composed, as if the scene that had shocked the entire audience was just an ordinary thing to him.

He nodded slightly in response, showing no sign of being flattered or smug because of the other party's respect.

Blade didn't seem surprised by Qin Luo's reaction. He leaned closer and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Young Master, there have been some unsettling rumors circulating within the group lately."

Qin Luo raised an eyebrow, signaling him to continue.

“It’s mainly about your identity,” Blade’s voice was lower, with a hint of barely perceptible caution.

"I don't know where the rumor started, but it's said that you... you might be the old man's illegitimate son who was lost away from home."

Upon hearing this, Qin Luo's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, and a hint of speechlessness flashed in his eyes.

What is this all about?
Blade seemed to sense Qin Luo's indifference and continued to explain in a low voice.

"Because in his will before his death, the old man left all 70% of the shares of Anbang Group under his name to you."

This matter was so astonishing that many people couldn't understand it, so... this speculation spread very quickly. Many people felt that only the identity of a 'bastard child' could explain why the old man would hand over the vast majority of his family business to an... outsider.

He paused and added.

"Of course, this is just wild speculation from the people below, and should not be taken seriously."

But...to many, this speculation seems quite reasonable.

After listening, Qin Luo understood. It turned out to be because of the 70% of shares that had fallen from the sky.

He inherited this enormous fortune, and to outsiders, there certainly needed to be a compelling reason to explain Old Master Mu's seemingly illogical decision.

The identity of being an "illegitimate child" is undoubtedly the simplest and most "reasonable" guess. Although he himself knows very well that this is pure nonsense, he also understands that in the eyes of people who are unaware of the truth, this guess can indeed explain many things.

He was too lazy to explain, nor did he need to.

Seeing that Qin Luo did not refute, but only had a hint of amusement in his eyes, Daofeng knew that he understood the key point and did not say anything more about it.

He changed the subject, his tone becoming more serious.

"In addition, the old man's funeral will be held the day after tomorrow. The time is set for nine o'clock in the morning, and the location is Yong'an Funeral Home in Mindu."

He raised his head and looked at Qin Luo with sincere eyes.

“I know that you, Your Highness, have no feelings for the old man, and may have never even met him.”

But... now that you have inherited such a large share of the old man's shares, you are nominally the largest shareholder of Anbang Group.

It is both a matter of principle and a matter of courtesy that you should make an appearance regarding the old man's funeral arrangements.

This is not only a sign of respect for the deceased, but also a demonstration of your presence and attitude to those within and outside the group. We hope that Your Highness... can attend.

Qin Luo remained silent for a moment.

He truly had no feelings for that so-called Old Master Mu, and the other man's life or death was none of his concern.

But Blade's words are not without merit.

Now that he had "inherited" 70% of the shares, he was already caught in the vortex of Anbang Group. Grandpa Mu's funeral was undoubtedly an important occasion where various forces gathered to observe the changing winds.

His absence would only lead to more unnecessary speculation and trouble.

Going through the motions, making an appearance, and establishing one's presence might save some unnecessary entanglements later.

Thinking of this, Qin Luo looked up at the blade and spoke calmly, his voice undisturbed.

"time and location."

A barely perceptible hint of relaxation flashed in Blade's eyes, and he immediately replied.

"Nine o'clock the day after tomorrow, Yong'an Funeral Home, western suburbs of Mindu, the largest hall, number one." "I understand."

Qin Luo nodded.

"I will be there on time."

Having received Qin Luo's affirmative reply, Daofeng bowed slightly once more.

"Thank you, Your Highness. I will arrange for someone to meet you when the time comes."

Although their hushed conversation was brief, it still drew everyone's attention on the mountaintop where you could hear a pin drop.

Although the specific content was unclear, Blade's consistently respectful demeanor and Qin Luo's calm, even slightly indifferent, attitude further confirmed the astonishing guess in everyone's minds—

This Qin Luo has a special relationship with Anbang Group and the late Old Master Mu that is beyond everyone's imagination!
Prince Hui lay on the ground, watching Dao Feng and Qin Luo talk in hushed tones, their familiar and respectful manner contrasting sharply with the ruthless push he had just been given. The jealousy and resentment in his heart almost consumed him.

He gritted his teeth, his mouth filled with the taste of blood mixed with humiliation.

Situ Rui and Sha Qiang looked at each other, both seeing immense shock and intense curiosity in each other's eyes.

Is Qin Luo the "Crown Prince"?
This amount of information is really too much!
Just who is this brother of theirs?
Zhou Lin's beautiful eyes sparkled with even greater research interest. The mystery surrounding Qin Luo seemed to have become even more perplexing because of the appearance of the blade and the title of "Crown Prince".

After receiving Qin Luo's affirmative answer, Blade said no more.

He took a step back, bowed slightly to Qin Luo again, then turned around, his cold gaze sweeping across the entire room, especially lingering for a moment on the disheveled Prince Hui and the group of staggering bodyguards, the warning in his eyes was self-evident.

He didn't say anything more to Prince Hui, nor did he pay attention to the others. He simply made a gesture to the thirty black-clad men he had brought with him.

Thirty burly men in black immediately sprang into action, their movements swift and orderly, retreating like a tide to their respective vehicles and quickly getting in.

Blade glanced at Qin Luo one last time, nodded, and then turned and sat in the passenger seat of the middle Mercedes-Benz G-Class.

The roar of engines resumed, and the convoy of six black G-Class vehicles, just as they had arrived, carrying an air of menace, slowly turned around and drove away from the top of Panlong Mountain, quickly disappearing into the vast night.

After the convoy led by Blade left, the stagnant air on the mountaintop seemed to begin to move again.

However, Blade did not disappear from everyone's sight.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, he did not get into the car directly. Instead, he turned around and walked with his signature steady steps toward Prince Zhao Hui, who was still lying on the ground, trembling with pain and humiliation.

When Prince Hui saw the blade return, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes. He thought that the other party had finally remembered to take care of him, the "young master." He struggled to say something, even if it was just a plea for help.

However, Blade stopped in front of him, looking down at him with a cold, expressionless face and eyes that seemed to regard him as an inanimate object.

Without any warning, and without giving Prince Hui any time to react, his right hand flashed across his waist like lightning, and the next moment, a cold light appeared between his fingers!

It was a throwing knife as thin as a willow leaf and no more than three inches long, reflecting a chilling, eerie light in the sparse moonlight and the distant headlights.

"What...what do you want to do..."

Prince Hui's pupils suddenly contracted, and a terrified scream got stuck in his throat.

"Pfft!"

A dull thud as a sharp blade pierced flesh, clean and crisp!
The throwing knife pierced Prince Hui's right thigh with incredible precision, its location treacherous and its depth terrifying, almost penetrating to the hilt!

Only a small hilt remained outside, trembling slightly.

"what--!!!"

A scream even more shrill and desperate than when he was severely injured by Zhou Lin burst from Prince Hui's mouth. He arched his body like a live shrimp thrown into a pot of boiling oil.

His hands instinctively reached out to cover the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood. The intense pain caused his whole body to spasm, his face instantly turned ashen, and cold sweat poured out like a waterfall, instantly soaking through his expensive sequined suit.

Blood quickly stained his trouser leg, leaving a small dark red stain on the ground.

Blade watched him struggle in pain with indifference, his voice as cold as the Siberian wind, devoid of any warmth, yet clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

"This cut is to make you remember it."

His gaze was like a cold blade, scraping across Prince Hui's face, which was contorted with pain.

"From now on, Anbang Group will only have Mr. Qin Luo as its heir."

He leaned slightly closer to Prince Hui's ear and warned him, word by word, in a volume that only the two of them could hear, but that those nearby could also vaguely detect.

"Today, I'm sparing your life because of your mother, Qiu Qinxiang. If you dare to show the slightest disrespect to the Crown Prince again, next time this flying knife won't be aimed at your thigh."

Prince Hui was in so much pain that he almost fainted, but the naked killing intent in Dao Feng's words terrified him even more than the excruciating pain in his thigh.

He had no doubt that Blade would keep his word! Faced with the absolute threat of death, all his pride, anger, and resentment were crushed.

He endured the excruciating pain and humiliation, tears streaming down his face, nodding hurriedly, his voice trembling and choked with sobs.

"I...I understand...Uncle Blade...I...I won't do it again...I'll never do it again..."

Blade straightened up, no longer looking at his disheveled appearance, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

He turned away indifferently, not glancing at anyone else, and walked straight to the black Mercedes-Benz G-Class that had been waiting. He opened the door and got into the passenger seat.

The convoy started up again, its engines roaring. This time it was really leaving, quickly disappearing around the bend of the mountain road, leaving only a deathly silence on the mountaintop and a strong smell of blood.

Everyone looked at each other, speechless with shock at Blade's sudden, ruthless, and decisive punishment.

This is a complete break from the agreement, an open takeover, and a way to establish Qin Luo's authority in the most direct way!

After a long while, Situ Rui was the first to react. He let out a long sigh of relief, patted his chest, and looked like he was still shaken.

"My goodness... Brother Luo, your 'prince' status is terrifying! That old bastard Blade really goes all out!"

As he spoke, he, along with Sha Qiang, Zhou Lin, and the others, surrounded Qin Luo. (End of Chapter)