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The Porsche slammed on the brakes, coming to a firm stop in the parking space in front of the clubhouse. The tires left a charred, blackened scratch on the pavement.

The passenger door popped open, and Li Yichen stepped out, his custom-made leather shoes landing on the smooth asphalt. He casually buttoned his suit jacket, his gaze sweeping over the modernly decorated building.

Han Fei threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground, stomped it twice with his leather shoes, and strode forward to meet him.

"Liu Bing, you son of a bitch!" He leaned close to Liu Bing's ear and whispered, "What time is it? I've been standing here at the gate for over an hour, my legs are numb! Did you drive by pedaling?"

Liu Bing ignored him and grabbed Han Fei's arm, pulling him two steps to the side.

"Don't shout." He glanced back at Li Yichen, who was examining the exterior of the clubhouse. "Something happened on the way."

Liu Bing recounted everything that happened on Changqing Road—how the bald man arrogantly blocked the ambulance, how Li Yichen switched to off-road mode without hesitation, how the 1200-horsepower Yangwang U8 smashed the other car into scrap metal like a bulldozer, and how the top-notch legal team descended from the sky and drove the other party to a dead end with just a few words.

After hearing this, Han Fei froze on the spot, his mind buzzing.

With 1,200 horsepower, it literally smashed someone's car into scrap metal?

That's ruthless.

If it were him, he'd at most curse a couple of times, then bottle up his anger and wait for the traffic police to arrive. Who would dare to just drive into it? This isn't something money can buy. It's extreme confidence, an arrogance ingrained in one's very being.

Han Fei swallowed hard: "Holy crap."

He turned to look at Li Yichen's retreating figure, his awe etched into his very bones. This man was not only incredibly wealthy, but also ruthless and decisive. He couldn't afford to offend him, absolutely not. From now on, he could only treat him like an ancestor.

The three walked side by side into the entrance of the Nightfall Club.

The lobby was dimly lit, with a few dark gold crystal chandeliers casting a soft glow, and a faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the air. Two receptionists in high-slit cheongsams quickly approached, bowing at a 45-degree angle: "Welcome."

Han Fei strode to the center of the front desk, blocking Liu Bing's way: "It's my treat today, no one can take it from me."

Liu Bing opened his mouth, a memory flashing through his mind of the time he and Li Ge almost got into a fight over the bill at the Heaven on Earth nightclub—Li Ge was there today, and it wouldn't look good to argue over such a small matter. He shrugged and took a half step back.

Han Fei raised an eyebrow smugly, put his right index finger to his lips, and gestured for Liu Bing to "shut up."

He turned around and tapped his fingers twice on the marble countertop: "What's your most expensive single-person set meal?"

The receptionist immediately opened the service menu: "Sir, our highest-end service is the Supreme Essential Oil Spa, which costs 3,999 yuan per person. It includes a private VIP room and one-on-one service from top-notch technicians."

Han Fei didn't even look at the list. He reached into his pocket, pulled out the black card with the VIP logo, and slammed it heavily on the table with a "smack."

"Three people," he said crisply. "Swipe your card."

The receptionist took the black card with both hands and processed it. Han Fei stood there, quickly running through the accounts in his mind: four thousand each for three people, twelve thousand in total, plus top-quality tea, fruit platters, or extra drinks, bringing the total to twenty thousand. The old man had a hundred thousand in the account, more than enough. Today, he had certainly given Brother Li enough face.

The receptionist handed the card back with both hands. A lobby manager in a business suit walked over and led the three to a private elevator that took them directly to the top-floor VIP area.

The elevator doors slid open, revealing a very wide corridor with dark gray matte stone slabs lining the walls on both sides, and a warm yellow wall lamp embedded every few steps. Walking on the thick carpet, there was not a sound; the noise of the outside world was completely shut out.

The manager pushed open the doors to three adjacent private rooms: "Please come in, gentlemen."

Li Yichen walked into the leftmost room. The private room was quite large, with an imported electric lifting massage bed in the center. On the solid wood low table next to it were an exquisite fruit plate, two sets of Ru kiln teacups, and neatly folded hot towels. The overhead lights were dimmed, and soft guzheng music was playing from a hidden speaker.

He took off his suit, changed into the silk bathrobe provided by the club, and lay face down on the massage bed. Less than two minutes later, the door was gently pushed open.

The technician came in.

The woman was in her mid-twenties, tall and with delicate features, wearing minimal makeup. The sleeves of her dark blue overalls were rolled up to her forearms, revealing her fair wrists. She walked to the bedside, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over the Vacheron Constantin watch on the bedside table—a Heritage series watch worth over eight million. Her movements slowed instantly, even her breathing became shallow. Someone who could wear such a watch could determine their future with a flick of their finger. She had to be extremely capable.

She applied essential oil to her hands, rubbed her fingers together to generate heat, and then placed them on Li Yichen's shoulders and neck. Her technique was extremely professional, without any unnecessary words. Her fingertips precisely located each sore nodule, and the pressure gradually deepened, penetrating into the muscle layer to slowly dissipate the accumulated fatigue.

Li Yichen closed his eyes, reached his right hand towards the low table, casually picked a grape, and popped it into his mouth. The juice burst in his mouth, and he completely relaxed.

Although the right wall provided good sound insulation, I could still faintly hear noises coming from next door.

"Hiss—" Han Fei's exaggerated shout pierced through the wall, "Gently, gently! It's breaking, it's breaking!"

Then came Liu Bing's taunt: "Han Fei, can you shut up? You're yelling like a pig being slaughtered, aren't you ashamed?"

"You don't know anything!" Han Fei retorted. "This is called enjoying yourself! I paid money to come here to have fun!"

The two exchanged a few words across the wall, then fell completely silent, leaving only the melody of the guzheng music.

Halfway through the massage, my phone on the bedside table vibrated.

Li Yichen opened his eyes and turned his head. The screen lit up with a WeChat message from Ji Yanran:

"Boss, we've secured Hongyuan New Energy. The chairman has signed off, and the official transfer will take place tomorrow."

He looked at the words on the screen, tapped twice, and replied with four words: "Well done."

The multi-billion dollar acquisition was finalized in a single day. Ji Yanran, this top-tier employee, is indeed worth an annual salary of seventeen million. With Hongyuan New Energy's production line, Future Technology's new energy layout has been completely revitalized—and his graphene solid-state battery technology won't just languish in his mind anymore.

He tossed his phone back onto the table, closed his eyes, and continued to enjoy the warm touch on his back.

Suddenly, an extremely loud and jarring noise came from outside the corridor.

The man's booming voice shattered the tranquility of the floor: "Get out of here! I'm going to see who's taking up my private room today!"

The footsteps were chaotic, and then—

boom!

The door to the private room next to Li Yichen's was kicked open suddenly.

A young man in a floral shirt stood in the doorway, followed by two burly bodyguards. He looked down at Han Fei, who was lying on the massage bed, and sneered.

"Han Fei, what a coincidence!"