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Office of the Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Committee of the Communist Youth League.

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting dappled shadows on the polished floor. A faint scent of jasmine tea mingled with the fresh aroma of newly planted greenery.

Liu Ming sat behind the large desk, holding a red and blue pencil, making circles and marks on a site selection report for a "Youth Entrepreneurship Incubation Base".

He was focused, as if all the noise outside had nothing to do with him.

"Knock knock knock".

A very faint knock sounded, tinged with hesitation and timidity.

"Enter."

Liu Ming didn't even look up.

The door was gently pushed open a crack.

A figure, like a ghost, squeezed in through the crack in the door.

—Ouyang Feng.

We haven't seen each other for only three days.

This once arrogant and domineering young master of a wealthy family now seems to have had all his energy drained away.

His once expensive designer suit was now wrinkled and covered with several suspicious stains.

His once handsome face was now filled with haggardness and...lifelessness.

His eyes were sunken, bloodshot, and he had a stubble beard and hair that looked like a bird's nest.

He had lost even a trace of the demeanor of a wealthy young master.

He looked even more miserable than the most destitute homeless person on the street.

He stood at the doorway, looking at the young man who remained calm and composed, not even bothering to lift his eyelids. His lips trembled, and he tried to speak several times but could not utter a sound.

"What's up?"

In the end, it was Liu Ming who spoke first.

His voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

It's like asking a completely unimportant stranger.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud!

Liu Ming looked on with a slightly surprised expression.

Ouyang Feng, the heir to Ningzhou's top wealthy family, suddenly collapsed to his knees and knelt stiffly on the cold floor!

"Secretary Liu... Secretary Liu..."

His voice was hoarse and dry, filled with endless regret and...despair!

"I was wrong……"

"I was really wrong..."

"I am a beast! I am not human! I was blind and did not recognize your greatness, and offended you, the true god!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face repeatedly.

The force was so great that his already haggard face became red and swollen in no time!

"Secretary Liu! I beg you... I beg you to have mercy and spare the lives of our Ouyang family!"

"My grandfather... my grandfather is dying..."

"My dad... also had a stroke and was hospitalized..."

"The bank's debt collection calls are practically wearing down our doorstep..."

"If only you could... could you talk to President Nangong... no! Talk to President Nangong and ask her to stop..."

"I...I'm willing to be your slave! I'm willing to give you all my assets!"

"Please...please..."

He lay face down on the ground, his forehead hitting the floor hard with a series of dull thuds.

Tears and snot streamed down my face.

He looked as pathetic as a dead dog, wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

Liu Ming finally put down her pen.

He slowly stood up and walked to his former "opponent," who had completely lost all dignity.

He didn't help him up.

No, they just said something pointless like "this won't happen again."

He simply looked down at him with a calm gaze, as if he were looking at a pile of mud that couldn't be plastered on.

"Ouyang Feng".

His voice was soft, yet it struck Ouyang Feng's heart like an invisible hammer.

"Do you think you're kneeling here today because you truly realize you were wrong?"

Ouyang Feng was taken aback.

"No."

Liu Ming shook her head, a cold, mocking smile playing on her lips.

"You don't think you're wrong."

"You just feel like you've lost."

"If I lose today, I will be the one kneeling before you begging for mercy."

"Will you let me go?"

Ouyang Feng's body trembled violently, and he was speechless.

"You won't," Liu Ming answered for him. "You'll just laugh the loudest than anyone else. And then, without hesitation, stomp on my corpse a few more times."

"so……"

Liu Ming squatted down to look him in the eye.

Those unfathomable eyes held no pity, only a cold indifference.

"Stop with your crocodile tears."

"It's no use."

"In my system, if you do something wrong, you have to pay the price."

"Adults must take responsibility for their actions."

After saying that, he stood up and refused to look at the man who was now completely desperate.

He pressed the intercom button on the table.

"Hello, is this the security office?"

"Someone who seems mentally unstable has come to the Youth League Committee office; they're just some random person."

"Send two people over to 'invite' him out."

……

A few minutes later.

Two tall security guards rushed in.

They looked at Ouyang Feng, who was kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly, and then at Liu Ming, who had already sat back down at her desk and was reading documents. For a moment, they were at a loss.

"What are you still standing there for?"

Liu Ming didn't even look up.

"Drag him out."

"yes!"

The two security guards dared not hesitate any longer.

They lifted him up from both sides, and dragged Ouyang Feng, who was as limp as mud, out.

"No! No! Secretary Liu! I was really wrong! Please give me another chance!"

Ouyang Feng was still making a final, futile struggle.

His voice was shrill and desperate.

Wandering in the empty corridor.

"Liu Ming!"

"You'll get your comeuppance!"

"Even as a ghost, I will not let you go!"

……

The office door was slammed shut.

The world returned to silence.

Liu Ming slowly put down the documents in her hand.

He walked to the window and looked down at the disheveled figure being dragged out of the building by two security guards like a dead dog.

His eyes were calm and undisturbed.

retribution?

Even as a ghost, you won't let me go?

Ha ha.

He's seen far more ghosts than you've seen people.

He picked up his phone and dialed Nangong Yao's number.

"Hey? My great hero, are you finally done with work?" Nangong Yao's pleasant voice, tinged with a hint of laziness and teasing, came from the other end of the phone.

"Yes." Liu Ming smiled. "We can close the net now."

"So fast?" Nangong Yao was a little surprised. "Won't you play with him for a few more days? I still have plenty of 'ammunition' on my side."

"No."

Liu Ming looked at the disheveled figure gradually disappearing around the street corner and shook her head.

"A dog whose spine has been broken."

"You're no longer worthy to be my toy."

"Pass the word down."

His voice returned to its icy tone.

"All the real estate and equity of the Ouyang family in Ningzhou."

"I want to clear everything within a week."

"I want the name 'Ouyang' to be remembered."

"From then on, it completely disappeared from Ningzhou's commercial landscape."