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The fluorescent green sports car was leaning against the stone pillar in front of the flower bed, with a large patch of paint scraped off the front bumper and several white marks on the carbon fiber side skirts.

inside the car.

Shen Qi'an gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his ten fingers trembling for a long time before he finally loosened them.

He took a few seconds to catch his breath before recovering.

Once the fear subsided, anger flared up.

He swung his fists at the steering wheel twice, his knuckles slamming into the leather with a dull thud.

"asshole!"

He turned his head and stared at the taillights of the car looking up at the U8 in the rearview mirror. The red dot shrank smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely into the night.

"Dare to plot against me?"

Shen Qi'an pulled out a tissue from the glove box and wiped his pants haphazardly, squeezing out words through gritted teeth.

"You just wait, once I find out what you're really like, I'll kill you!"

After making those harsh remarks, he turned the key.

The engine groaned twice and barely managed to start.

A burnt smell came from the exhaust pipe.

The sports car limped off the shoulder, its chassis scraping the ground, sending sparks flying all the way.

Looking up at the interior of the U8.

Miao Miao in the back row was fast asleep, leaning on Zhou Dahai's shoulder, with a little soup stain left from dinner still on the corner of her mouth.

Li Niannian finally took her hands off the steering wheel and placed them on her knees; her fingertips were still trembling slightly.

Li Yichen leaned back in the leather passenger seat.

All the relaxation I felt after a whole day at sea was gone.

He watched through the right rearview mirror as the fluorescent green sports car wobbled and disappeared into the night.

I rested my fingers on the center armrest and tapped it lightly, one tap at a time.

Not urgent.

Don't panic.

But I don't plan to move on.

"Ling'er".

"Yes, brother."

The response from the car stereo was crisp and clean, lacking the usual sweet, coquettish tone.

"Did you remember the license plate of that car?"

"I've got it." Ling'er paused for a moment. "Do you need to check my background?"

"check."

Three seconds passed after he finished speaking.

The central control screen flickered.

A complete profile scrolls up from the bottom of the screen. Photo, ID number, household registration, assets under his name, social relationships—densely covering the entire screen.

"The car owner's name is Shen Qi'an, he is 23 years old and has a Shanghai household registration."

Ling'er's broadcast was devoid of any extraneous emotion.

"A typical spoiled brat. He owns three sports cars, received seventeen speeding tickets and two administrative warnings for dangerous driving in the past year, all of which were paid off by his father."

Li Yichen didn't interrupt, waiting for what was to come.

"His father, Shen Wanting, is 51 years old. He owns a materials supply company called 'Tingwei New Materials,' which mainly deals in specialty plastics and alloy parts, and is valued at around 1.5 billion yuan."

Ling'er paused for another beat.

"However, in the past six months, the company's cash flow has been very tight, with nearly 400 million yuan in uncollectible accounts receivable sitting on its books. Shen Wanting is looking everywhere for major clients to keep it afloat."

1.5 billion.

Li Yichen's lips twitched slightly.

The value of any single project under his name is more than that.

Ji Yanran sat in the back row with her arms crossed, remaining silent the entire time.

At this moment, she turned her head to look at the photo of Shen Qi'an on the central control screen—a selfie of a blond-haired man with an underbite and an arrogant expression.

She pursed her lips, waiting to see how the boss would handle things.

Li Yichen did not pick up his phone to call the police.

They didn't say anything like "find someone to beat him up".

He stared at Shen Wanting's portrait on the screen for two seconds. Shen was in his early fifties, with a receding hairline, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and possessing the shrewd face of a businessman.

"Ling'er".

"exist."

"Edit out the full-view high-definition video of his malicious cutting off and dangerous driving."

"It's all edited, brother. Four cameras, no blind spots at all."

"Send it to Shen Wanting's personal phone."

Li Yichen tapped the armrest box one last time with his fingers.

"Use a virtual IP. Don't let him trace the source of the message."

"receive."

A line of green text pops up on the screen: Sent.

Ji Yanran chuckled softly from the back row.

"Boss, your 'using the father to kill' tactic is too vicious."

She tilted her head to the side, her arms still crossed over her chest.

"If this video is sent out, that young master Shen will be in serious trouble when he gets home tonight, even if he doesn't die."

Li Yichen did not turn around.

"He almost killed the people in my car on the road."

That was said very lightly.

But the car suddenly fell silent.

Li Niannian swallowed hard. She recalled the moment when the sports car swerved sideways towards her, with the passenger seat less than half a meter away—and Miaomiao, who was asleep in the back seat.

She didn't say anything more.

At the same time.

A top-tier private club in Shanghai.

The private room at Zhuya Pavilion on the third floor.

The lights were warm and yellow, and the air in the private room was filled with the scent of sandalwood.

Shen Wanting sat to the left of the main guest, holding a glass of aged Moutai, his face full of wrinkles as he smiled and clinked glasses with the important figure opposite him.

Sitting opposite him was Huo Tingshan, the CEO of Dingsheng Group, a domestic electronics manufacturing giant.

He was in his early sixties, his hair was neatly combed, and half of his Patek Philippe was visible on the cuff of his suit.

Shen Wanting had been waiting for this dinner for three months.

Dingsheng Group is undergoing a supply chain overhaul this year, with procurement of specialty plastics amounting to at least 500 million yuan. Securing this order will resolve Tingwei New Materials' cash flow crisis.

So he laughed extra hard tonight.

"Mr. Huo, come, come, let me toast you."

Shen Wanting raised his glass with both hands and leaned forward at a 15-degree angle.

Huo Tingshan held his cup and took a small, reserved sip. He didn't return the toast.

"Old Shen, I've shown your proposal to the purchasing department." Huo Tingshan put down his cup. "The price is acceptable, but we need to negotiate the delivery date a bit more."

"No problem, no problem, you decide on the delivery date."

Shen Wanting smiled ingratiatingly, about to continue expressing his loyalty—

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

Shen Wanting ignored him and continued talking to Huo Tingshan.

My phone vibrated again.

Shen Wanting frowned and reached out to press the button.

The third time.

This is not a regular message notification.

The entire phone screen suddenly lit up automatically. A full-screen window popped up.

Shen Wanting instinctively looked down and glanced at it.

That one glance froze him completely.

A high-definition video is playing on the screen.

The footage is from the perspective of a dashcam.

In the video, a fluorescent green modified sports car is seen swerving wildly from side to side on the coastal boulevard, deliberately cutting off a black U8.

A young man with dyed blond hair was sitting in the driver's seat of the sports car.

Shen Qi'an.

His own son.

Shen Wanting watched as the sports car in the picture got closer and closer, almost touching the body of the U8 he was looking up at.

Then, looking up at the U8, it suddenly dodged away.

The sports car went out of control.

Spin.

It stopped right in front of the flower bed.

The video has finished playing.

The screen has returned to normal.

Shen Wanting stared at the blacked-out phone screen, and sweat instantly poured down his back.

It's not because of anger.

It's because of fear.

His private number is known to no more than ten people.

The phone has three layers of security authentication.

This video was forcibly pushed to his screen and played automatically.

No need to even click.

Who has this ability?

Shen Wanting's business acumen triggered the highest level of alarm at that moment.

He licked his lips.

My lips are dry.

After a few moments of thought, he held up his phone screen in front of Huo Tingshan.

"Mr. Huo."

Shen Wanting forced a smile, but his muscles were trembling.

"You have extensive connections and broad experience in Shanghai. Could you help me identify... that other car in the video, the Yangwang U8, with that consecutive license plate—whose car is it?"

Huo Tingshan was originally nonchalant.

He glanced at the screen.

Just one glance.

The chopsticks, holding truffles and beef, hung suspended in mid-air.

Huo Tingshan's face changed.

He was slightly taken aback at first.

Then comes the confirmation.

Finally, there is a complexity that is difficult to describe—

The kind of sympathy you feel when you see a portrait of an old friend in a funeral home.

He raised his head.

He looked at Shen Wanting.

That look made Shen Wanting's heart skip a beat.

"Old Shen."

Huo Tingshan put down his chopsticks.

He wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Slowly and carefully, every wrinkle was smoothed out.

"You have given birth to a good son."

Shen Wanting's temples were throbbing.

"This car," Huo Tingshan folded his napkin and set it aside, "is the personal vehicle of Li Yichen, the boss of Future Technology."

There was a moment of silence in the private room.

Shen Wanting's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

"Your son is defying the wrath of the gods."

Huo Tingshan pushed back his chair and stood up.

"Even a god can't save you."

Shen Wanting opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.

Huo Tingshan straightened the hem of his suit jacket. He looked down at him.

"Our Dingsheng Group is preparing to make a full-scale procurement of Raytheon batteries, a future technology company."

His words came out one by one.

"There's absolutely no way I'd offend President Li for the sake of your pathetic company worth a mere billion."

He picked up the car keys from the table.

"From now on—all business dealings are cut off."

"You'd better watch yourself."

Turn around.

Push the door open.

Leave.

The door to the private room was slammed shut.

The wind pressure blew the napkins off the table and onto the floor.

Shen Wanting sat alone in the empty private room.

In front of me was a table full of barely touched dishes.

The aroma of Moutai still lingers in the air.

He was trembling all over.

It shook for about half a minute.

Then he took out his phone and dialed Shen Qi'an's number.

The moment the call connected, his roar echoed throughout the entire floor.

"You little bastard! Get back here in ten minutes!"

"If you're even a second later—I'll break your legs!"

Shen Qi'an had just backed the half-wrecked sports car into his villa garage.

The engine is turned off.

I opened the car door.

Not quite steady yet.

A golf club whistled down and slammed into his shoulder.

"ah--"

Shen Qi'an fell flat on his back on the epoxy floor of the garage.

Shen Wanting stood in front of him, the man in his fifties panting like a bull, raising his cue high and then slamming it down.

The second blow landed on his waist.

The third blow landed on his buttocks.

"Do you even know who you messed with tonight?!"

"Dad—stop hitting me—it hurts—"

Shen Qi'an rolled on the ground to dodge, hitting the back of his head on the wheel rim, wincing in pain.

"Future Technology! Li Yichen!"

Shen Wanting swung his sword every time he spoke a word.

"I've been begging and pleading my way to the top in the business world just to get to where I am today—you piece of trash—you've squandered twenty years of my life in one night!"

The screams of Shen Qi'an's mother echoed from inside the villa.

"Are you crazy?! Stop hitting me!"

Shen Wanting ignored him.

"A month-long lockdown! All your bank cards confiscated! And all your cars locked in the garage!"

The clubs clattered loudly on the ground.

"You've made me lose the Dingsheng Group's order—five hundred million! How are you going to compensate me for five hundred million?!"

Shen Qi'an curled up under the sports car wheel, clutching his head, his screams shattering.

He still doesn't know the extent of his escalation.

Tomson Riviera.

Li Yichen stood in front of the living room's floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of warm water.

The Huangpu River outside flowed quietly in the night.

The lights of Lujiazui on the opposite bank were reflected on the river, shattering into a golden expanse.

He took a sip of water.

Put down the cup.

The phone was tossed on the coffee table, screen down.

He had no interest whatsoever in the situation at the Shen family's place.

After all, at his current level, he no longer takes the small Shen family seriously, and therefore has no intention of personally dealing with them.