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Behind her, more than twenty people lined up neatly and followed in unison—the head of the investment company looked solemn, the members of the Zhenhun Security Group had a sharp aura, Jiang Yan, Jiang Wei and others followed closely behind, while Jiang Nan and Jiang Wen remained on either side, their eyes scanning the entire scene warily.

The team was silent and orderly, exuding a powerful sense of pressure that instantly silenced the noisy deck.

All the guests stopped talking and focused their attention on Jiang Wenxi, their eyes filled with astonishment, curiosity and awe.

Some people recognized some of the powerful figures behind her and were secretly alarmed. The host of this banquet must be incredibly powerful to be able to gather these business elites under her command.

Ignoring everyone's gaze, Jiang Wenxi walked straight to the leather sofa in the center of the deck and sat down, her posture languid yet exuding an aura of power.

The twenty-odd people behind her instantly lined up and stood still, like loyal guards, protecting her in the center. The entire formation was neat and orderly, without the slightest disorder.

The sea breeze lifted her skirt, and strands of hair gently brushed her cheeks. She looked up at the guests present, her eyes cold and calm. With just one glance, the atmosphere on the deck became even more tense, and her aura instantly reached its peak.

The night was like thick ink, spilled onto the river.

The luxurious private cruise ship "Starship" is sailing slowly, with crystal chandeliers on the deck shimmering and enveloping the elegantly dressed guests in a hazy glow.

The melodious jazz music lingered and flowed, and the clinking of wine glasses created a crisp sound, exuding the sophistication and elegance of a top-tier luxury banquet.

Good evening, everyone.

The audience fell silent instantly, many people showing expressions of understanding mixed with admiration, whispering among themselves: "This is the master of the No. 1 Tan Palace."

"I heard she just returned to China not long ago, and this is her first public appearance. She's making quite a scene."

Jiang Wenxi nodded slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips, but it didn't reach her eyes: "First of all, thank you all for gracing my cruise ship banquet with your presence."

As soon as he finished speaking, applause began to ring out sparsely.

Several business tycoons sitting in the front row spoke up one after another, their tone full of flattery: "Ms. Jiang, you are too kind. It is our honor that you can host this banquet."

"Yes, Miss Jiang, you've achieved so much at such a young age. You truly are a remarkable woman, worthy of our admiration!"

Hearing these polite words, Jiang Wenxi's smile remained unchanged, but her tone suddenly turned sharp: "Thank you all for your praise. I won't say any more pleasantries. The reason for holding this banquet tonight is twofold: first, I want everyone to recognize my face, Jiang Wenxi; second, I want everyone to see who I am."

These words immediately caused a small commotion in the audience. Everyone exchanged glances, sensing the hostility in her tone. This was hardly the polite greeting of a first appearance; it was clearly a confrontational tone.

Jiang Wenxi's gaze swept precisely over the slightly hesitant figure in the crowd, and her voice suddenly rose: "Is the second young master of the Wang family, Wang Haoyu, here?"

The sound was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

The crowd parted automatically to make way, and the Wang family slowly walked out. Leading the group was Wang Ming, the current head of the Wang family. He was wearing a custom-made suit, his expression was calm, but a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes.

Beside him was his idle and domineering second son, Wang Haoyu, who was shrinking his neck and avoiding eye contact with Jiang Wenxi.

Wang Ming gave a polite smile, stepped forward, and cupped his hands, saying, "Miss Jiang has returned to the country. My Wang family should have paid a visit, but we have been preoccupied with trivial matters lately and have been neglecting you. We hope Miss Jiang will forgive us."

"Trivial matters?" Jiang Wenxi chuckled, interrupting him, her tone almost dripping with coldness. "Mr. Wang, rather than your trivial matters, I'd like to ask, are you aware of the 'good deeds' your son has been involved in?"

Wang Ming's expression changed slightly. He turned and glared fiercely at Wang Haoyu before turning back to Jiang Wenxi, feigning confusion as he asked, "What do you mean by that, Miss Jiang? Haoyu has always been law-abiding and law-abiding. What could possibly happen to him?"

"Obey the law?" Jiang Wenxi sneered as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world. Her voice pierced through the melodious music and clearly spread throughout the entire venue.

"I've heard that your Wang family has connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles in Shanghai, wielding immense power and acting extremely arrogantly. So what? In broad daylight, you sent people to beat one of my men, leaving them with minor injuries and two seriously injured. All three are still in the hospital undergoing emergency treatment. Is this what you call obeying the law?"

"Whoosh—"

These words caused an uproar. The smiles on the guests' faces froze instantly, and gasps of shock filled the room.

In high society circles, open and covert struggles are never-ending. Business suppression and sabotage are commonplace. But it's the first time I've seen someone like Jiang Wenxi openly bring up something as shameless as "seriously injuring someone" in public!

Everyone knows that these kinds of things should be resolved privately, with some compensation and to save face for the other party, and that's it.

But Jiang Wenxi refused to listen; she was determined to tear off the Wang family's fig leaf in front of everyone.

Wang Ming, a man who has weathered many storms, looked extremely displeased as he was questioned so mercilessly by Jiang Wenxi.

He suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "Miss Jiang, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. You say Haoyu hit someone, do you have any evidence?"

"Evidence?" Jiang Wenxi raised an eyebrow and called out to someone behind her, "Jiang Yan."

"exist!"

A tall, well-built man in black stepped forward, carrying a thick stack of documents. He walked up to Wang Ming and slammed the documents onto the sandalwood table in front of him with a loud "thud," making the wine glasses on the table tremble.

"Three days ago, Young Master Wang sent people to Aurora Studio—the game company invested in by our CEO Jiang—to try to acquire it at a low price. After being rejected by the studio's head, he brought a group of thugs to the studio that very night and severely injured three core technicians."

Jiang Yan's voice was icy, each word clear and distinct. "Here are the thugs' confessions, screenshots from the surveillance footage, the hospital's diagnostic report, and the call logs between Wang Haoyu and the thugs. The evidence is irrefutable, in black and white. Mr. Wang, do you still want to see it?"

Wang Ming's gaze swept over the heavy stack of documents on the table, but he didn't even bother to touch them.

Who is he? The Wang family of Shanghai, who have been entrenched in power for many years, with deeply entrenched influence. Even if his son actually assaulted someone, or even if someone died, he has plenty of ways to suppress it.

He slowly walked to the sofa next to him, crossed his legs, and said with a hint of contempt and warning in his tone, "Ms. Jiang, you've just returned to the country, so you're probably not very familiar with the rules here. Business matters can't be explained with just a few pieces of paper. I advise you to think things through a bit more and not be too impulsive, lest you cause yourself unnecessary trouble."