At the beginning, I found 100 million in a rental house.

Chapter 2094 [2094] I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you.

Niu Songran became more and more agitated as he spoke, pointing his finger at Chen Dehan's nose: "If I don't take action now, Nan Yue Feng Hua will be completely finished! You will drain it dry, leaving it as an empty shell!"

Chen Dehan's face turned pale and then red. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

The surrounding employees lowered their heads; some had shifty eyes, while others looked ashamed.

"So you deliberately didn't reveal the new boss's identity..." Chen Dehan gave a bitter laugh, "You know my son is arrogant, you know Boss Ye is young and impetuous, you know they will definitely run into each other... and then use Boss Ye to completely remove my son and me from the group."

"What a brilliant plan, Old Niu!"

Niu Songran said coldly, "If you want to blame someone, blame your father and son for acting too recklessly, leaving no room for others and no way out for yourselves."

Chen Dehan closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

When I opened my eyes again, all that remained was exhaustion and despair.

"I admit defeat." His voice was hoarse. "The victor is king, the loser is villain. I have nothing to say."

"but--"

He suddenly looked at Niu Songran, a strange smile playing on his lips: "Old Niu, don't be too happy yet. Even if Shimei and I go in, we won't stay long. My connections inside are beyond your imagination. Just wait until we get out..."

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you."

Ye Feng, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.

He took two steps forward, stood in front of Chen Dehan, and looked at him calmly: "Your son, Chen Shimei, attempted to injure someone with a gun and hired someone to kill someone—these two offenses combined should at least warrant a suspended death sentence."

"As for you..." Ye Feng paused, "embezzlement, misappropriation of public funds, bribery... we'll settle these scores slowly."

Chen Dehan's smile froze.

"Hired someone... to kill someone?" He turned his head sharply, looking at Chen Shimei who was still tied up on the ground. "You... you hired someone?!"

Chen Shimei's face was ashen, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Ye Feng took a cell phone out of his pocket and waved it in front of Chen Dehan.

"The owner of this phone is a martial artist at the peak of the Ming Jin realm. Your son spent five million to hire him to break my legs."

"The person is currently tied up in my trunk, with all the chat history and transfer receipts on their phone."

"Mr. Chen," Ye Feng put away his phone, his voice soft but like a hammer blow to Chen Dehan's heart, "You just said you have connections inside?"

"Then let's take a guess—"

"Is it your connections that are stronger, or the charge of attempted murder that is stronger?" Chen Dehan stood still, motionless.

The muscles in his face twitched uncontrollably, his eyes fixed on Ye Feng, then slowly turned to Chen Shimei, whose face was ashen.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon.

The suit trousers rubbed against the ground, making a "rustling" sound.

In the hall, only his heavy breathing could be heard.

The hall was deathly silent for several seconds.

Then--

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Chen Shimei, who was tied to the ground, suddenly struggled to raise his head, his eyes bloodshot, and roared in a hoarse voice, "You're lying! That assassin is a master of the peak of Ming Jin! How could he possibly be defeated by you?!"

He was panting heavily, as if grasping at a last straw: "Ye Feng, you're fucking bluffing me! You didn't catch anyone at all!"

A glimmer of light appeared in Chen Dehan's previously lifeless eyes. He looked at Ye Feng, his lips moved, but he didn't speak.

Ye Feng looked at Chen Shimei as if he were looking at a clown.

“Mr. Niu.” He turned to Niu Songran, “Send someone to the trunk of my car and invite that ‘expert’ over here.”

"The license plate is..."

Niu Songran immediately turned around and said urgently to one of his trusted bodyguards, "Go quickly and bring the person from Boss Ye's trunk over here!"

"Yes!"

The bodyguard ran quickly out of the hall, his footsteps fading away in the empty corridor.

The waiting time felt exceptionally long.

There were nearly a hundred people in the hall, yet not a single one spoke. The only sounds were Chen Shimei's heavy breathing and the faint sound of Chen Dehan's fingernails digging into his palm.

Three minutes later.

Footsteps sounded again.

Two bodyguards, one on each side, carried in a man covered in blood, his hands and feet bound like a dumpling in a delivery uniform.