Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

"Squeak—"

Several dilapidated bread carts, emitting a pungent fishy smell, slammed on their brakes and came to a stop across the wide plaza of the Lingxiao Building.

The car door was kicked open from the inside.

Young Master Chen covered his nose and crawled out.

His overpriced custom trench coat, worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, was covered in engine oil and fish scales from the car.

His face was as black as if he had just crawled out of a coal mine, and his back teeth were grinding together.

Lu Ze, wearing sunglasses that covered half his face, followed behind cautiously.

A gust of autumn wind swept by, and he was so cold that he kept sniffling.

A dozen or so menacing-looking Blackwater bodyguards filed out.

This group of men were all tall and muscular, wearing tight black vests with bulging muscles, and they stood guard beside Young Master Chen.

"Get your act together, all of you!"

Young Master Chen ripped off his dusty tie and spat viciously.

"No matter who tries to stop us today, beat them to death! If anyone dies, I'll take responsibility!"

He strode into the lobby of the Lingxiao Building.

As soon as he entered, Young Master Chen was so stunned by the luxury before him that he squinted his eyes.

Under your feet is a single piece of high-end Italian marble, so shiny it reflects your image.

Above them is a giant dome that is twenty meters high.

A holographic VR projector hangs in the center, continuously playing a dazzling diagram of galaxy rotation.

The grandeur of this place surpasses even the most luxurious private clubs in Beijing.

A strong sense of jealousy and humiliation instantly overwhelmed the remaining rationality of Young Master Chen.

He, the dignified prince, is out in the cold wind, while these bumpkins are working in such a luxurious place.

"Smash it for me!"

With red eyes, Young Master Chen roared as he pointed at a large amethyst feng shui ornament in the center of the hall.

Captain Shen, the bodyguard behind him, immediately sneered and strode forward.

He kicked out and slammed his foot hard into the amethyst crystal worth millions.

A loud crash.

The enormous amethyst crystal collapsed with a crash, scattering shards of glass and wood chips from its base all over the ground.

The employees coming and going in the lobby all stopped in their tracks.

People looked at the group of people as if they were mentally ill, their faces showing not panic but rather a hint of pity.

The young woman at the front desk didn't even flinch.

She didn't even scream; she simply pressed the red security button under the counter.

This attitude of completely disregarding them thoroughly enraged Young Master Chen.

He rushed to the counter and slammed his hand heavily on the marble countertop.

"Go! Call that coward Yan Qingfeng down here!"

Young Master Chen pointed at the little girl's nose and yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Make him get down here, kneel down, and kowtow to me! This matter won't be over until today!"

Seeing that no one resisted, Lu Ze became bolder.

He gestured with his pinky fingers and walked over to Young Master Chen to chime in.

"Do you know who this is? This is Young Master Chen from Beijing's social circles!"

Lu Ze raised his chin, his eyes behind his sunglasses filled with smugness.

"Does your Lingxiao Consortium want to go out of business? Get your executives down here and serve tea and water!"

The voice just fell.

The president's private elevator, located deep in the lobby, slid open to both sides with a "ding".

A series of steady, powerful footsteps echoed from the corridor.

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, yet they felt like heavy hammer blows, each one landing on one's heart.

Shen Pojun was dressed in a sharp black suit and had a neat buzz cut.

His nearly two-meter height made him appear like a moving black iron tower, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Behind him followed eight security personnel dressed in black.

Their eyes were as cold as knives, exuding a bloodthirsty aura that only elite soldiers who had been on the battlefield possessed.

"Master Yan has gone to the capital and is not at home."

Shen Pojun walked up to the pile of broken crystal ornaments and stopped.

He glanced down at Young Master Chen.

His face, with its sharp features, was expressionless, and his gaze was as if he were looking at a lifeless corpse.

Young Master Chen felt his scalp tingle under that gaze, and a layer of white sweat instantly broke out on his back.

But he gritted his teeth and stubbornly held his nerve.

"Not here? Then bring out the person in charge!"

Young Master Chen pointed to the row of muscular bodyguards behind him, his confidence growing even stronger.

"I've brought my top-tier Blackwater bodyguards today. If you don't give me an explanation, none of you are leaving this house!"

Shen Pojun slightly raised his eyelids and slowly loosened his suit tie.

"If property is damaged in the lobby, the legal department will file a lawsuit to claim compensation based on the value of the damage."

Shen Pojun didn't even glance at Young Master Chen, and waved to his men behind him.

"For creating disturbances, physical isolation measures will be implemented. The area will be cleared."

Young Master Chen laughed, his facial features contorted in a grotesque manner.

"Stop acting all high and mighty! Captain Shen, cripple them!"

Blackwater bodyguards sprang into action upon hearing the news.

This group of people were used to running rampant in the capital. They pulled out alloy batons from their backs and pounced on the attackers viciously.

Captain Shen, who was at the forefront, grinned maliciously and swung his baton straight at Shen Pojun's face.

If that blow lands squarely, it could knock out a person's brains.

But today, they chose the wrong opponent.

Faced with the whistling steel rod, Shen Pojun didn't even try to dodge.

The black-clad security guards behind him moved.

A security guard suddenly turned to the side and slid down.

His left hand shot out like lightning, precisely gripping Captain Shen's wrist.

With his right hand forming a blade, he slashed fiercely at the opponent's elbow joint with a whooshing sound.

"Snap!"

A sickeningly loud cracking sound of bones dislocating echoed crisply in the lobby.

Before Captain Shen could even scream, his entire right arm was already folded back in a bizarre manner.

The security guard followed up with a sweeping leg kick, slamming his massive body heavily onto the marble floor.

There was no bloodshed, and no knife was used.

It's a textbook example of military-grade joint removal surgery.

It took less than ten seconds.

A series of cracking sounds echoed through the lobby.

The dozen or so top-tier Blackwater bodyguards, who were once so proud of themselves, were now sprawled on the ground like a bunch of limp shrimp.

Their arms or legs were twisted in a bizarre way as they rolled around frantically on the smooth ground, clutching their wounds.

Tears streamed down her face from the pain, and even her cries became distorted.

The arrogance on Young Master Chen's face froze instantly.

He stared wide-eyed at the bodyguards rolling on the ground, then at the black-clad security guards whose hair was perfectly styled.

My legs started shaking uncontrollably, like a sieve.

Lu Ze was so frightened that he lost control of his bladder.

He smelled the stench of urine in the air and realized that his designer trousers were soaked. He collapsed onto the broken glass.

"You...you know who I am! I can wipe out your entire family with a flick of my finger!"

As Chen Shao stammered and uttered harsh words, he retreated repeatedly toward the gate.

Shen Pojun couldn't be bothered to listen to his nonsense.

He took two long strides and reached Young Master Chen.

A large, iron-like hand grabbed the back of Chen Dashao's expensive trench coat by the neck.

With the other hand, he did the same, grabbing Lu Ze, who was paralyzed with fear on the ground.

Two tall men, each 1.8 meters tall.

Shen Pojun lifted him up in mid-air with one hand, as easily as if he were a chick.

Young Master Chen struggled frantically, kicking his arms and legs wildly in the air.

"Let me go! You bastard! Let me go!"

Shen Pojun ignored them and carried the two men straight to the revolving glass door.

By this time, the plaza outside the building was already crowded with onlookers and online celebrities taking photos with their phones.

Countless eyes were fixed on this farce.

Shen Pojun walked to the edge of the steps outside the gate.

With a sudden flick of his wrist, he threw it forward with tremendous force.

"Bang! Thump!"

Young Master Chen and Lu Ze traced a humiliating parabola in mid-air.

The two men landed with pinpoint accuracy in the stinking puddle next to the curb, a puddle that had just been filled with mud the night before.

Muddy water splashed everywhere, filling the mouths of both of them.

"Cough cough cough..."

Young Master Chen lay prone in the mud, his expensive trench coat now completely transformed into a rag.

He spat out a mouthful of mud and sand streaked with blood, his front teeth slammed heavily against the cement floor, and his lips swelled up badly.

In all his life, he had never suffered such a humiliating disgrace as being thrown into a puddle in the street.

The pointing and laughing of the onlookers around him pierced his ears like knives.

Lu Ze was crying like a woman who had been beaten up.

He clung to Young Master Chen's leg, trembling, his face covered in mud and tears.

"Young Master Chen, let's call the police! They're gangsters, it's attempted murder!" Lu Ze yelled in his hoarse voice.

Young Master Chen was so angry that he trembled all over.

He shakily pulled the spare phone with its cracked screen from the mud.

He gritted his mud-covered back teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and roared fiercely at Lu Ze.

"Call me Zhao Donglai, the director of the Jingzhou Public Security Bureau, on his private phone! Even if I have to tear the sky apart today, I'll make sure these bastards all wear silver bracelets!"