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The lobby on the first floor of the Bai Group building was busier than a vegetable market at this moment.

The flashes of light were like a silent barrage of bullets, relentlessly raining down on the woman standing on the marble countertop.

Lin Ruyu's hair was disheveled, and two buttons on her expensive haute couture suit were ripped off, revealing her collarbone. She was clutching a black USB drive tightly in her hand, as if she were holding the last truth in the world.

"Take pictures! Why have you stopped taking pictures?!"

Lin Ruyu screamed at the camera, her voice cracking from the force of her screams, sounding like fingernails scraping across a blackboard, "This is the true face of the Bai family! They are vampires! They are murderers! That hypocrite Bai Jingyou, and his sanctimonious father, have our Lin family's blood on their hands!"

The security guards formed a circle, but dared not approach.

The young master just gave a death order: anyone who dares to touch Miss Lin will be fired tomorrow.

This scene was broadcast live by more than a dozen media outlets and instantly spread throughout the entire Haicheng network.

The barrage of comments exploded like an avalanche, all condemning the Bai family for profiting from human suffering.

The elevator dinged.

The sound wasn't loud, but in the noisy lobby it sounded like a starting gun.

Everyone instinctively shut their mouths and turned to look.

The doors of the private elevator slid open slowly.

Bai Jingyou came out.

He was wearing a dark blue shirt with the cuffs casually rolled up to his elbows. He wasn't holding any documents in his hand, but rather a steaming latte.

His demeanor didn't seem like he was there to handle a public relations crisis; it was more like he was going downstairs for a stroll and watching a monkey show.

Chen Mo followed behind, adjusting his glasses with a blank expression.

"Baek Kyung-woo!"

Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.

Lin Ruyu suddenly jumped down from the front desk, her high heels twisting and she almost fell, but she didn't care about her embarrassment. She pointed at Bai Jingyou's nose and screamed, "You finally dared to come out! I thought you would hide like a rat in a gutter for the rest of your life!"

The reporters, like sharks smelling blood, instantly turned their cameras around, their long lenses almost shoving into Bai Jingyou's face.

"Young Master Bai, is the murder charge that Miss Lin made true?"

Did the Bai family's initial wealth really involve organized crime?

"What was your response to the Lin Group's bankruptcy back then?"

Bai Jingyou stopped, took a sip of coffee, and frowned slightly.

"The beans were over-roasted today; they're a bit burnt and bitter," he said to Chen Mo, turning his head. "We'll switch suppliers next time."

The entire room fell silent.

Is this person crazy? At a time like this, they're still concerned about whether the coffee is bitter or not?

Lin Ruyu was so angry that she trembled all over. This feeling of being ignored was even more painful than the hatred of killing her father.

She rushed up to Bai Jingyou, holding up the USB drive: "Stop pretending! This is full of evidence! Twelve years ago, your father drove my father to his death! And that video... I'm going to show the whole world how filthy your Bai family is!"

Bai Jingyou finally turned his gaze to her.

How can I describe that look in his eyes? It's like watching a clown trying hard to perform acrobatics but accidentally tearing his pants.

"Evidence?" Bai Jingyou chuckled and held out his hand. "Let me see."

Lin Ruyu instinctively pulled her hand back: "You want to destroy the evidence? Dream on! I've already..."

"I know you have a backup," Bai Jingyou interrupted her, casually handing the coffee cup to the security guard next to him. He took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands. "And if nothing unexpected happens, you've already sent it to the media, haven't you?"

Lin Ruyu was taken aback.

Indeed, long before she arrived, that person had taught her to make multiple backups.

"Since the whole world is going to know, what's wrong with letting me see it?" Bai Jingyou still stretched out his hand, his expression frighteningly open.

Under the watchful eyes of countless cameras, Lin Ruyu gritted her teeth and slapped the USB drive into Bai Jingyou's palm: "See? After you watch this, you can expect to go to jail!"

Bai Jingyou took the USB drive and tossed it around in his hand a couple of times.

"Chen Mo, project your screen."

"Yes, young master."

Chen Mo took the USB drive and plugged it directly into the interface of the giant LED screen used for display in the lobby.

Everyone held their breath. Reporters' fingers were on the shutter, afraid of missing any explosive moments.

The large screen lit up, and the blurry video began to play.

Bai Zhenhua clinked glasses, Lin's father wept bitterly, and there were also those so-called recordings about burying people and forced demolitions. The images were extremely impactful, and some people at the scene even gasped in shock.

Lin Ruyu watched this scene, tears streaming down her face, yet she laughed wildly: "See? This is the truth! Bai Jingyou, what else do you have to say?!"

Bai Jingyou looked at the screen, not only without panicking, but also nodding with interest.

"Well done, the camera angle was brilliant," he commented. "But Ms. Lin, have you considered this?"

"What?"

"How did this top-secret footage from twelve years ago suddenly appear in your hands today?" Bai Jingyou turned around, his back to the screen, his gaze sweeping over everyone present before finally settling on Lin Ruyu's face. "Who gave it to you?"

Lin Ruyu's heart skipped a beat, but she stubbornly insisted, "That's not important! What's important is that the content is true!"

"Is the content true?" Bai Jingyou laughed, his shoulders shaking with laughter. "Chen Mo, let's teach everyone what the art of taking things out of context is."

Chen Mo tapped his fingers on the tablet a few times.

The original large screen image suddenly shrank to a corner, and then another video with higher definition and a more comprehensive view popped up.

Same time, same place, same people.

But this is actually a complete surveillance view!

In the video, Bai Zhenhua was indeed drinking, and he did indeed say the phrase "burying someone."

But after he finished speaking, Lin's father, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly stopped crying, revealed a strange smile, and took out a thick document from his briefcase.

The sound came through clearly:

"Old Bai, don't blame me for being disloyal. The ancient tombs under this land have already been spotted by the cultural relics bureau. Whoever takes over now will be a sucker. I have no objection if you insist on developing it, but we need to make sure all the debt and risk transfer agreements are clear. Oh, and that 20 million kickback is deposited into my overseas account, but don't let the company know."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

In the video, Lin's father doesn't look like he was being forced at all.

He's clearly ripping off his good friend and getting him to take the fall, and he's even taking kickbacks and laundering money!

Then, the supposed footage of the forced demolition that led to death took a turn for the worse.

It turned out that it wasn't a holdout at all, but a group of professional medical malpractice extortionists trying to stage an accident. They were eventually taken away by the police, and no one died.

Lin Ruyu's smile froze, and she stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

"This...this is impossible...this is fake! This is a forgery!" She shook her head frantically, reaching out to grab the screen.

"Fake?" Bai Jingyou approached her step by step, his voice icy cold. "This surveillance video has been sealed in the city bureau's archives. It's evidence presented in court in the commercial fraud case from back then. If you don't believe me, I can have the bureau chief bring over the original file right now."

He stood in front of Lin Ruyu, looking down at this once arrogant woman.

"Lin Ruyu, your so-called revenge is nothing more than bringing up the filth your greedy and foolish father did again and exposing it to the public."

"No... I don't believe it... You're a devil... You're a devil!" Lin Ruyu collapsed, clutching her head and squatting on the ground, screaming.

Bai Jingyou ignored her breakdown and turned to look at the stunned reporters.

"Everyone, was this play good?"

He straightened his cuffs, which were free of wrinkles, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Twelve years ago, the Bai family did indeed take over the mess that the Lin family had made. But my father not only didn't wipe them out, he also helped them pay off their 20 million yuan overseas gambling debts and even sponsored Lin Ruyu's studies abroad. And what was the result?"

He pointed at Lin Ruyu, who was squatting on the ground.

"A small favor is appreciated, but a large one breeds resentment. This is what is meant by 'the farmer and the snake.'"

The flashbulbs went off again, but this time, the camera wasn't focused on the victim, but on an ungrateful, dim-witted wretch.

Bai Jingyou walked to Chen Mo's side and lowered his voice: "Send a message to that person."

"Who?"

"The director of this play," Bai Jingyou said, his eyes sharpening as he looked at the blurry, candid shot on the big screen, "tell Chen Hao that I've paid for the tickets for this play. Now it's my turn to go on stage."

Just then, in a corner of the lobby, a man wearing a baseball cap who had been looking down at his phone suddenly turned around and tried to slip away.

"Hey you in the gray jacket, wait a minute."

Bai Jingyou's voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly transmitted throughout the venue through the microphone.

The man's body stiffened.

"Since you're here, don't be in such a hurry to leave." Bai Jingyou smiled innocently. "Go back and tell your master that next time you look for a knife, remember to find a sharp one. This kind of rusty, dull knife can easily hurt yourself."

The man didn't dare turn around, and ran away, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

Bai Jingyou withdrew his gaze and looked at Lin Ruyu, who was still crying on the ground, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Throw her out," he ordered casually. "Don't dirty the company grounds."

That day, Haicheng's trending topics exploded.

The hashtags #LinRuyuReversal#, #TheTruthAboutTheBaiFamily#, and #TheFarmerAndTheSnake# dominated the trending topics. The Bai Group's stock price rose instead of falling, hitting the daily limit.

Behind this farce, the real storm is only just beginning to gather strength.

Late at night, in the top-floor office of the Bai Group.

Bai Jingyou stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city's myriad lights. His cold profile was reflected in the glass.

"Chen Mo."

"exist."

"Have you figured out where the funds went from Lin's father's overseas account back then?"

"We found it." Chen Mo's voice trembled slightly. "That money didn't end up in Lin's father's private account, but was transferred to an offshore trust fund. The beneficiary of this fund..."

"It's Chen Qiming, right?" Bai Jingyou took over the conversation, his tone eerily calm. "He's Chen Hao's adoptive father now."

Everything is now in a closed loop.

Back then, it wasn't just the Bai family that was engaged in a business war; there was also a traitor within the Lin family.

Chen Qiming absconded with Lin's father's last life-saving money, drove his elder brother to his death, and then took the money, changed his appearance, and raised this avenger named Chen Hao.

Extremely ironic.

"Young Master, shall we now..."

"No need to rush." ​​Bai Jingyou looked at the moon outside the window, half of which was covered by dark clouds, and tapped his fingers lightly on the glass. "Since Chen Hao likes to play dirty tricks in the shadows so much, I'll turn off the lights and play along with him."

He picked up his phone and dialed a number that had been dormant for a long time.

"Hey, Second Uncle. I heard you're short-handed at your mines in Southeast Asia lately? I have a friend named Chu Xuan. He's not very mobile, but he's ruthless. Do you think you could arrange a 'training' opportunity for him?"

After hanging up the phone, Bai Jingyou's smile became even colder.

Chen Hao, do you think your game is over just because Lin Ruyu is finished?

wrong.

The real game-winning move often happens outside the chessboard.