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Unlike his emaciated and dying appearance in the hospital bed, the man in the video, though still thin and somewhat pale, seemed to be in relatively good spirits, with clear eyes and even a hint of complex emotion that was difficult to detect. Judging from the background lighting and the old man's clothing, the recording should have been made shortly before he fell into a coma and was hospitalized.

There was no unnecessary small talk in the video. Mr. An faced the camera, his voice slightly hoarse but clear, conveying an unquestionable decisiveness.

“Shouyi, and everyone who sees this video. I know that when you hear the contents of my will, especially the part about the distribution of shares, you will be surprised, or even question it.”

He paused, his gaze seemingly piercing through the screen, looking directly at everyone in the conference room.

"But I guarantee, in the name of An Shouye and with my lifelong reputation, that what I say below is my most genuine and solemn intention when I am sober, and there is absolutely no falsehood or coercion involved."

"First, five percent of the group's shares will be given to Xiaofeng. Although he is not my biological son, he is more than a son to me and is the most loyal guardian of Anbang. This is what he deserves."

"Secondly, ten percent of the group's shares will be given to Ruoxi. Ruoxi, you are the child I watched grow up. You are exceptionally capable and of pure character. This ten percent is Grandpa's recognition of your contributions over the years, and also a guarantee and source of confidence for you. You must walk your own path in the future."

"Third, ten percent of the group's shares will be given to Qinyun. Qinyun, you have been with me for many years and have done your best in managing the group's affairs. This ten percent is a way of giving back to you."

At this point, Old Master An's tone became even more solemn, even carrying a hint of indescribable reminiscence and resolve.

"Finally, I will donate all of my remaining 75 percent of Anbang Group shares to Qin Luo."

He repeated the name clearly, as if trying to imprint it in everyone's mind.

“I know you will be confused, puzzled, and ask why. But I can only say that handing Anbang over to Qin Luo was a decision I made after careful consideration. The reasons involve some old matters and personal promises, which I cannot elaborate on here. You only need to know that Qin Luo deserves and must receive this gift.”

"The future of Anbang is entrusted to him. I hope you... can understand and do your best to assist him."

The video ends here, lasting less than five minutes, but the content is clear, the direction is explicit, and it is completely consistent with the text of the will read by Attorney Wang. The old man's demeanor, tone, and logic in the video all indicate that he was conscious and autonomous at the time, and there is no possibility of him being incapacitated or coerced.

After the video finished playing, the conference room fell silent again. But this silence was different from the previous shock and doubt; it was more of a sense of bewilderment and deep confusion.

The authenticity of the will is beyond doubt. It was said by Mr. An himself, and there is video evidence to prove it.

but why?
Who is Qin Luo? What is the unknown connection between him and Old Master An? What kind of "old story" and "personal promise" would make Old Master An hand over his life's work and absolute control of the entire Anbang Empire?
This question, like a huge mystery, shrouded everyone's mind. An Ruoxi frowned, trying hard to recall every detail of her interactions with Qin Luo, attempting to find clues, but to no avail.

Qiu Qinyun's face turned even uglier. The existence of the video completely shattered her illusion that "the will was altered," leaving only the cold reality and endless resentment.

"Now, does anyone still have any objections to the authenticity of the will?"

Attorney Wang put away his computer and calmly swept his gaze over the crowd.

No one answered. The evidence was overwhelming; any further questioning seemed futile.

Attorney Wang nodded.

"In that case, the will has been read. My team will handle the subsequent equity transfer, legal procedures, and other matters in conjunction with the beneficiaries and the group's legal department. My work is now complete."

After saying that, he said no more, and with his two assistants, packed his things and left the conference room, leaving behind a room full of shock, confusion, and an undercurrent of tension.

The silence lasted for almost a minute.

"All go out."

An Ruoxi suddenly spoke, her voice cold and commanding.

Hongxiu, Wu Yufeng, and the others behind her were slightly taken aback, but seeing the unusual seriousness and a hint of weariness on her face, they didn't ask any questions. They exchanged a silent glance, then turned around in unison and filed out. Before leaving, Night Rose glanced thoughtfully at Qiu Qinyun, who also had a grim expression.

Qiu Qinyun also waved her hand, her voice a little hoarse.

"You all go out first and wait outside the door."

Although Buddha, Jiang Ling, and the others were filled with resentment and doubt, they knew that the following conversation was beyond their control. So, with grim faces, they pushed their wheelchairs and left the conference room with their entourage.

Soon, only An Ruoxi and Qiu Qinyun remained in the large conference room, sitting opposite each other across the long conference table. The air seemed to freeze, filled with an eerie silence.

"Snapped."

Qiu Qinyun took out a pack of slender women's cigarettes from her exquisite crocodile-skin handbag, lit one with a lighter, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a bluish-gray smoke. The smoke blurred her beautiful yet somewhat distorted face.

"Ah……"

She let out a soft, ambiguous laugh, tinged with deep sarcasm and bitterness.

"After so many years of fighting and scheming, we never expected this to be the final result. The old man... he really gave us a big 'surprise'."

She looked at An Ruoxi with a complicated expression.

"Tell me, what was the old man thinking? Why did he hand Anbang over to... someone who's practically a complete outsider? What makes Qin Luo think he's qualified?"

An Ruoxi didn't look at her; her gaze fell on the empty main seat, where the dignified old man had once sat.

She remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, her voice soft yet carrying an unusual calmness.

"Completely unrelated? I don't believe it. With the old man's character and wisdom, he would never entrust his life's work to someone who is truly unrelated. Qin Luo... there must be some connection between him and the old man that we don't know about."

"you know?"

Qiu Qinyun immediately pressed for answers, a sharp glint in her eyes.

An Ruoxi shook her head.

"I don't know. I haven't had much contact with Qin Luo, except for our collaboration in Xishan and... he saved me once. Other than that, I know nothing."

She paused, then her tone became resolute.

“But even if there is contact, even if the old man has his reasons, I cannot accept handing the group over to someone else just like that! Anbang is the old man’s life’s work, and it is also… and it is also my responsibility!”

"Responsibility?" Qiu Qinyun scoffed and flicked her cigarette ash.

"What's the point of saying all this now? It's all in black and white, there's video evidence. Legally, those 75% of the shares already belong to Qin Luo! Unless..."

Her eyes flickered, and she lowered her voice, which carried a hint of probing and ruthlessness.

"Unless we can find a way to make him 'voluntarily' give up, or... something 'accident' happens so he can't inherit?"

Upon hearing this, An Ruoxi abruptly raised her head, her eyes sharply fixed on Qiu Qinyun. Qiu Qinyun met her gaze without flinching.

Their eyes met in mid-air. This time, there was less of their usual hostility and more of a subtle and dangerous tacit understanding born from their shared "enemy."

However, just as this idea of ​​cooperation was budding, before it could be put into words—

"Huh! Huh!"

Two faint yet extremely sharp sounds of air being torn apart rang out almost simultaneously!
A flash of cold light!
“Knock! Knock!”

Two dull, muffled sounds, like nails being driven into wood!

Two ancient-style throwing knives, their blades gleaming with an eerie light, seemed to have eyes, and with unparalleled precision, they struck the solid wood conference table in front of An Ruoxi and Qiu Qinyun!

The blade in front of An Ruoxi was less than a centimeter away from her slender white fingers resting on the table! The cold blade was almost touching her skin, and she could clearly feel the bone-chilling cold!
The throwing knife in front of Qiu Qinyun was also deeply embedded in the table, the hilt trembling slightly and emitting a low hum, reflecting on her face, which had turned as pale as paper in an instant!
Both of them were so shocked by the sudden attack that their hearts stopped, and their backs were instantly soaked with cold sweat!
Blade, who had been sitting alone below like an invisible man, had somehow stood up.

He walked slowly to the conference table, reached out, and with a casual yet steady motion, pulled two throwing knives from the table. His fingertips lightly traced the blades, as if caressing a lover's skin.

He raised his eyes, his icy gaze sweeping coldly over the still-shaken An Ruoxi and Qiu Qinyun, like the deepest, most icy pool. His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable resolve and warning.

"I don't care what grudges you have against each other, or how much resentment and scheming you harbor."

“Since my godfather has entrusted Anbang to Qin Luo, then from this moment on, Qin Luo is the person to whom I, Daofeng, am loyal, and the rightful owner of the Anbang Group.”

With a flick of his wrist, two throwing knives vanished from his fingers as if by magic.

"You want to join forces against him? Fine."

Blade's tone suddenly turned cold, like the Siberian wind that swept through their hearts.

"But first, ask the knife in my hand."

After saying that, he didn't look at the two of them again, turned around, and walked straight out of the conference room with unhurried but firm steps. The heavy wooden door closed silently behind him.

In the empty conference room, only An Ruoxi and Qiu Qinyun remained, along with the two deep knife holes on the table, seemingly mocking their ridiculous tacit understanding just moments before.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing deep apprehension and a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes.

They knew Blade too well; he meant what he said, and he absolutely had the ability to do so. To touch Qin Luo? They'd have to get past him first. And given Blade's strength and loyalty to Old Master An's will, getting past him... was an impossible task.

The cooperation and scheming that had just begun seemed to have been nipped in the bud before they even started, thanks to the cold warning of those two throwing knives.

The two could only stare at each other in silence, their hearts filled with uncertainty about the future and complex emotions toward Qin Luo, who had suddenly become Anbang's largest shareholder.

……

Meanwhile, Qin Luo himself was completely unaware of the earth-shattering event that was taking place in the conference room of Anbang Group's headquarters, an event that was enough to shake the entire business community of Fujian.

He had just taken a taxi to the address Chen Mengyao had sent him, arriving at the exterior of a modern office building in the heart of Mindu's CBD. It was already dusk, but many windows inside the building were still lit.

Chen Mengyao stood by the pedestrian walkway on the side of the office building, wearing a beige knit sweater and jeans. She looked pure and lovely, but her face was full of anxiety and unease. She would occasionally stand on tiptoe and look towards the intersection, her hands tightly gripping the strap of her canvas bag.

The "Brilliant Stars" influencer agency she signed with is located on the seventh floor of this building. She had mustered up the courage to go up there alone once before, but after only a few words, she was pushed and shoved out by several rude staff members, who threatened her that if she dared to cause trouble again, she would be unable to continue in the live streaming industry.

This time, she had no other choice but to bite the bullet and ask Qin Luo for help.

As she waited anxiously, Chen Mengyao caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of a black Audi A6 slowly emerging from the underground parking garage exit, preparing to merge onto the main road. The person in the driver's seat was none other than Wu Xiaogang, one of the leaders of the Brilliant Star Guild, the very man who had tricked her into signing that exploitative contract and subsequently withheld her earnings!

In the passenger seat sat a young woman dressed in a flamboyant manner and heavily made up.

Chen Mengyao was anxious and didn't care about waiting for Qin Luo anymore, fearing that he would drive away.

She gritted her teeth, steeled her resolve, and suddenly rushed off the sidewalk, spreading her arms to block the front of the Audi!
"squeak--!!!"

A screeching sound of brakes rang out! The Audi came to a stop just half a meter away from Chen Mengyao!
"Fuck you! Are you fucking asking for it?! Are you blind?!"

The car window rolled down, and a man with a buzz cut, a thick gold chain around his neck, and a face full of fat, who looked to be in his early thirties, leaned out and launched into a tirade of angry curses at Chen Mengyao. It was Wu Xiaogang.

The glamorous woman in the passenger seat was also startled, and then frowned in disgust.

Chen Mengyao was also startled by the sudden stop, her face turning pale. But she suppressed her fear and stood still, her voice trembling with tension, yet she tried her best to speak loudly.

"Manager Wu...Manager Wu! I need to talk to you! You...you need to return the wages you withheld from me!"

"Withholding? What kind of withholding?"

Wu Xiaogang was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, and a look of impatience and disdain appeared on his face.

"Chen Mengyao? It's you again! Didn't I make it clear to you last time? The company has its rules! Your live stream data was good last month, but after deducting promotion fees, operating expenses, equipment depreciation, penalty fees... all sorts of miscellaneous deductions, you were left with only three thousand. The money has already been transferred to you, what more do you want?"

"Three thousand?!"

Chen Mengyao was so angry that she was trembling all over.

"My backend showed 15,000 yuan in tips and gift revenue last month! Even after deducting the platform's share and taxes, it should still be seven or eight thousand! Why did you deduct so much? I didn't know anything about those 'promotion fees' and 'operating fees'! And what about the pre-deduction of breach of contract fees? I didn't breach any contract!" (End of Chapter)