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The "Yufeng" private horse farm is located in the western suburbs of the capital.

The early winter night wind carried a biting chill, but the top-tier luxury estate, spanning thousands of acres, was brightly lit and sweltering.

The air was filled with the smoky aroma of fine Cuban cigars and the sweet scent of expensive perfumes. Any sports car you could pick out from the parking lot would be worth ten lifetimes of hard work for an ordinary person.

This is the most exclusive gathering place for second-generation elites in the capital.

Those who can obtain an invitation here either have families with prominent positions in the central government or wield enormous capital capable of influencing the lifeline of a certain industry in the country. Today, however, this otherwise routine weekend celebration has become fraught with tension due to the arrival of one person.

Liu Ming.

This newly appointed director of the National Development and Reform Commission, who has recently gained notoriety in Beijing's political circles and rose to power by stepping on the shoulders of countless others, actually came all by himself.

He was dressed extremely casually. A dark black fitted jacket, faded jeans, hands in his pockets, he strolled leisurely across the lawn teeming with celebrities.

His aloof demeanor, so different from the luxurious atmosphere around him, instantly drew the attention of everyone in the room.

"Is it him? The new director who supposedly kicked Zhao Ruihu out of his office?"

"He doesn't look like much at all, all shabby and poor, doesn't even have a decent female companion. Does he really think he can act like he owns the place in the capital just because of a few words of favoritism from Old Master Lin?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. This kid is a ruthless killer in Jiangnan Province, his hands are stained with blood. Tiger personally arranged this match today, just to deflate his arrogance. Let's just sit back and watch the show."

Whispers buzzed like flies in the night wind. Those arrogant young men, usually so haughty, held their wine glasses and stared at Liu Ming with unabashed hostility, scrutiny, and disdain.

Liu Ming didn't take these clowns seriously at all.

He walked to the buffet table and casually picked up a glass of lemonade with ice.

The reason he came today was not to give face to these spoiled brats, but to see for himself what fresh venom Zhao Ruihu, this venomous snake driven to the brink, could still spew out.

"Oh! Isn't this Director Liu from our High-Tech Department? What a rare guest, truly a rare guest!"

A piercing sound suddenly came from the center of the horse farm.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of hooves, a tall, thoroughbred horse, jet black and glossy, trotted up to Liu Ming.

Zhao Ruihu sat high on his horse. Today, he was dressed in an extremely elegant British-style equestrian outfit, holding a riding crop studded with diamonds. He looked down at Liu Ming, who was holding a glass of lemonade, his sinister face filled with arrogance and provocation.

Behind him, a dozen or so equally well-dressed rich kids quickly surrounded him, forming a semi-encircling formation that left Liu Ming isolated in the center.

"Director Liu, why are you hiding in a corner drinking cold water all by yourself? This doesn't seem like your decisive and efficient style in the ministry." Zhao Ruihu tapped his leather riding boots lightly with his riding crop, his eyes filled with malicious mockery.

"Brother Tiger, Director Liu is from the countryside. He's probably never seen anything like this before and got scared, right?" A rich second-generation with dyed yellow hair laughed exaggeratedly, causing a burst of laughter from the surrounding crowd.

"That's right. Director Liu, this horse is called 'Black Whirlwind,' a purebred Arabian. The cost of its fodder and maintenance for just one year is equivalent to your lifetime salary in a local job."

Zhao Ruihu tightened the reins, causing the black horse to snort irritably, its massive head almost touching Liu Ming's face.

He leaned down, his eyes turning incredibly cold.

"Liu Ming, I admit you have some connections within the system. But don't forget, this is the capital. In this circle, it's not about how many official documents you have; it's about background, family connections, and wealth and networks you can never reach!"

"You think you can gain a foothold in this city just because of Old Lin's words? Let me tell you, dream on!"

As Zhao Ruihu spoke, he became more and more agitated. The humiliation he had felt from being thoroughly bullied by Liu Ming at the National Development and Reform Commission during this period finally erupted at this moment.

"Today, I'm going to tell you in front of the entire capital city: If you're a dragon, you'll have to coil up here! If you're a tiger, you'll have to lie low! Your pitiful wealth is nothing but a fart in our eyes!"

The surrounding second-generation rich kids started to jeer, their unrestrained laughter coalescing into a huge wave of sound, attempting to completely crush Liu Ming mentally.

however.

Liu Ming, standing in front of the horse, didn't even lift his eyelids.

His deep, unfathomable eyes held no anger, no humiliation, not even the slightest fluctuation of emotion. He simply watched Zhao Ruihu barking wildly on horseback, as if he were watching a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"Are you done talking?"

Liu Ming spoke softly. Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling stillness that sent shivers down one's spine.

Zhao Ruihu was stunned for a moment. He had thought Liu Ming would be furious or in a sorry state under the pressure of the crowd, but her unusual calmness sent a chill down his spine.

Just as Zhao Ruihu was about to speak again.

Liu Ming made a move.

His movements were swift and decisive. He raised his right hand, took the glass of iced lemonade still emitting a slight chill, and with a sudden flick of his wrist!

"Splash!"

A full glass of ice water, mixed with hard ice cubes, was splashed onto Zhao Ruihu's face, which was contorted with arrogance, without reservation and with perfect precision!

Icy cold!

Zhao Ruihu was caught off guard by the sudden attack and splashed with ice water. The ice water flowed down his carefully styled hair and into his neck, and several ice cubes even hit his nose directly, causing him to scream in pain. He swayed violently on his horse and almost fell off.

The startled Arabian thoroughbred let out a long neigh, its front hooves rearing up high, almost knocking Zhao Ruihu to the ground.

The entire room fell silent.

The second-generation rich kids who were making a ruckus just a second ago are now like ducks with their necks being grabbed, mouths agape and eyes practically bulging out.

crazy!

This Liu Ming is absolutely insane! How dare he, in the capital's top circles, in front of so many people, throw water directly on Zhao Ruihu's head? This is simply throwing the Zhao family's face on the ground and trampling it madly!

Zhao Ruihu shakily regained his footing. He wiped the icy water from his face, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot, like a wild beast that had been thoroughly enraged.

"Liu Ming! I'll fuck your grandpa! I'm going to kill you!"

He roared hysterically, raised the diamond-encrusted riding whip in his hand, and with an extremely vicious whistling sound, lashed it hard across Liu Ming's face!

Faced with this fierce whip.

Liu Ming didn't even dodge. He simply threw the empty glass on the ground, and with a crisp "crack," shards of glass flew everywhere.

Liu Ming raised her head.

In those icy eyes, the terrifying killing intent belonging to "Shura" exploded at this moment, instantly crushing Zhao Ruihu's insignificant anger to dust!

He looked at the disheveled dog on horseback, a wild and utterly contemptuous sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"That's all we have."

"They dare to call themselves a wealthy and powerful family?"