To marry into the family in place of his brother? Impossible!

It was already dark when Jiang Jinhuan got off work.

The streetlights were dim tonight; one was broken, and only one was lit at intervals, casting patches of dim yellow light on the ground.

The leaves of the sycamore tree have begun to fall, making a soft, rustling sound when stepped on.

Jiang Jinhuan walked along the path, still thinking about Lu Ming's project.

Five million in funding and sixty percent of the shares—I didn't expect Lu Ming to agree so readily.

Lu Ming's stated goal was simply to become a technician, but the chairman said he genuinely had no interest in that.

That's good. Lu Ming is a technically skilled person, which is enough for managing the company.

As for the company's future development direction and customer selection, that's his responsibility.

Putting everything else aside, just cooperating with the Song family is enough to make him incredibly wealthy.

After all, I'm the president's assistant now, so I shouldn't let the benefits go to outsiders.

Furthermore, he had attributed a portion of his 60% stake to Song Qingci, so it was naturally held by her personally.

In this way, Song Qingci is also a shareholder of her company, and they can be considered family.

Of course, a family should take care of each other.

Jiang Jinhuan was lost in thought about these things.

He didn't notice that several people had followed him from behind.

By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late.

He was cornered in an alley.

"You're Jiang Jinhuan?"

A rough, hoarse voice came from behind.

Jiang Jinhuan stopped and turned around.

Three young men stood under the streetlight, dressed in dark clothes, their faces bearing a nonchalant ferocity.

The leader was tall and strong, with a tattoo on his neck that peeked out from his collar like a black snake.

"Who are you?" Jiang Jinhuan's voice was calm, but his body was already tense.

"Never mind who we are."

The tattooed man took a step forward, tilted his head, and sized him up. "Someone asked us to tell you to stay away from President Song. Someone like you doesn't deserve to stand next to her."

Jiang Jinhuan's eyes turned cold.

He's the general manager's assistant; is it even possible for him to stay away from General Manager Song?

What if I say no?

The tattooed man laughed, but his smile was cold: "Then don't blame us for being impolite."

He waved his hand, and two people immediately surrounded him.

Jiang Jinhuan took a step back.

He squinted slightly as he looked at the three people opposite him.

The first person rushed forward.

The fist came crashing down with a whoosh, but Jiang Jinhuan dodged it to the side and kicked the man to the ground.

But a second person pounced from the other side and punched him in the shoulder, making him groan in pain.

He retaliated by punching the man in the face. The man cried out in pain, staggered back two steps, and fell to the ground with a thud.

But at that moment, a third person pounced on them.

Jiang Jin Huan advanced instead of retreating, and struck the man in the chest with his elbow.

This person's eyes are bulging out.

Jiang Jin Huan suddenly bent his leg and delivered a kick that would surely kill a child.

The man screamed, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Jiang Jinhuan breathed a sigh of relief.

But just then, a fierce wind swept in from behind him.

Jiang Jin Huan tried to dodge, but it was too late.

He took a solid hit to the shoulder with a steel pipe.

Unexpectedly, there were three more people behind me.

Adding to the two people who were still able to move, it was one against five. Plus, he had been hit with a stick and couldn't lift his arm, so he could only passively take the beating.

Another person pounced on him from behind, grabbed him around the waist, and threw him to the ground.

He struggled to stand up, but the other two men pressed down on him, their fists raining down on his body and face.

Jiang Jinhuan curled up, covering his head with his hands, gritting his teeth to keep himself from screaming.

He's been fighting since he was a kid, so he really doesn't take this kind of force seriously.

Let them hit me now, and wait for the right opportunity to beat them to a pulp.

Jiang Jin Huan quickly seized the opportunity.

He kicked someone in the shin, and the person fell to the ground.

Jiang Jin Huan snatched the pipe from the other man's hand and swept it away, taking him down one more time.

He took the opportunity to stand up and looked at the other person with a fierce gaze.

This beating brought out his ferocity. He never admits defeat in a fight; otherwise, how could a child without parents survive in the village?

Seeing this, the robbers became frightened, and one of them pulled out a knife.

Jiang Jinhuan's eyes narrowed suddenly; it seemed this person didn't want his hand anymore.

He decided to strike the other man's knife-wielding hand the next moment.

"stop!"

A woman's voice, sharp and angry, ripped through the night sky like a knife.

Jiang Jinhuan saw a figure standing under a streetlamp, backlit, so he couldn't see the face clearly, but he recognized the outline.

"What are you doing?" The voice grew closer, carrying an undeniable authority. "I've already called the police, they'll be here soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the faint sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance.

The tattooed man cursed and waved to the three men: "Let's go."

The group turned and ran away, their footsteps quickly disappearing into the night.

Before leaving, they didn't forget to take the unconscious guy with them.

Jiang Jinhuan breathed a sigh of relief and sat down heavily on the ground, panting heavily.

He was genuinely a little scared just now, not because he was afraid of losing, but because he was afraid of killing the person.

"Jin Huan? Jin Huan! Are you alright?"

A series of hurried footsteps sounded, followed by a worried voice close by, carrying a panic he had never heard before.

He looked up and was somewhat surprised to see Shen Qinghan.

Her face was deathly pale, her eyes were red-rimmed, and her lips were trembling slightly.

"Sister Qinghan..." Somewhat surprised, she didn't expect Shen Qinghan to appear here.

"Don't move, I've called an ambulance." Shen Qinghan's voice was trembling, but her hands were steady as she held his shoulders to keep him from moving.

Jiang Jinhuan shook his head: "No need to go to the hospital. This injury is nothing serious. It's more important to catch those guys now. Do you really think you're safe just because you ran away?"

Jiang Jin Huan let out a cold laugh.

Shen Qinghan's hand was still on Jiang Jinhuan's shoulder. Hearing this, she paused for a moment: "You're in this state and you're still thinking about arresting someone?"

"It's just a superficial injury!" Jiang Jinhuan propped himself up on the ground and sat up, leaning his back against the wall and rubbing the injured area.

His lip was cut and his left cheekbone was bruised, but the bone was fine.

He moved his shoulder; the steel pipe had hit him right where he had been injured before, and the pain made him gasp, but he could still move it.

No bones or muscles were injured.

He raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and glanced at the direction of the alley entrance.

There were three roads leading to the area. The other party sneaked in from deep within the alley, beat the person, and then ran north.

"They didn't come on foot," Jiang Jinhuan said calmly, though his voice was a little hoarse.

He said with a deep look in his eyes, "At this time of year, in this area, five people gathered together to commit a crime. They must have come by car."

The assault and escape took no more than fifteen minutes; it's impossible to disappear on foot that quickly!

Shen Qinghan squatted down beside him, already taking out wet wipes from her bag to wipe the blood off his face.

Her hands were still trembling slightly, but her movements were very gentle. Hearing his words, she paused, her hands still moving. "What are you trying to say?"

"Car!" Jiang Jinhuan took the wet wipe from her hand and pressed it against the wound on the corner of his mouth.

A cold smile played on his lips: "They really think they can get away after hitting someone? They're too naive!"