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

"Bang! Ouch!"

Two dull thuds overlapped, shattering the tranquility in front of the Lingxiao Building plaza.

Young Master Chen's overpriced custom-made suit, worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, crashed straight into the stinking puddle that had just been filled with mud the night before.

Water splashed everywhere, instantly covering his head and face.

His chin slammed hard against the rough curb, and half of his front tooth was knocked out with a "crack".

His mouth was filled with a salty, fishy taste mixed with mud and sand, which made him cough repeatedly, and his eyes and nose were all mixed together.

Beside him, Lu Ze, the usually aloof and arrogant top celebrity in the Chinese entertainment industry, was so frightened that he scrambled to his feet.

He slumped in the mud, waving his hands wildly, his screams sounding like a hen being strangled.

"Don't hit my face! Don't hit my face! I make a living with my looks!"

Lu Ze's expensive pair of sunglasses had long since flown away and shattered.

Her exquisite makeup was washed away by the sewage, leaving her looking like a refugee.

The white-collar workers and food delivery guys who were originally rushing around in the square were all stunned by the sudden commotion.

After a few seconds of dead silence, the surrounding area erupted in chaos.

Dozens of people swarmed around.

Countless mobile phones were raised high in unison.

The flashbulbs, like a silver wave, flashed wildly at the two people in the puddle.

Young Master Chen lay in the mud, his head buzzing.

He is the heir of one of the most powerful and influential families in the capital!

From childhood to adulthood, when he walked the streets of Beijing, everyone who saw him would bow and scrape and call him "Young Master Chen".

Today, he was thrown into a stinking ditch right in the street like trash!

"Cough cough... You bastard!"

Young Master Chen spat out a mouthful of mud and sand tinged with blood.

He gripped the cracks in the brickwork with both hands and shakily got to his feet.

His expensive trench coat was now more disgusting than a rag, dripping black water.

Young Master Chen suddenly raised his head, his eyes red with humiliation and anger, almost as if they were about to bleed.

on the steps.

Shen Pojun stood firmly in the center of the gate like an unshakeable black iron tower.

The late autumn sun shone on his broad shoulders.

A long, imposing shadow stretched across the ground, landing squarely on Young Master Chen's face.

"You dare hit me? You actually dared to have someone hit me!"

Young Master Chen stretched out his mud-covered finger, pointed at the arrogant Shen Pojun, and hysterically shouted wildly.

"Your Lingxiao Consortium is a criminal organization! You're lawless thugs!"

He yelled hoarsely at the passersby holding up their phones, his voice trembling.

"Take pictures! Take pictures of everything! Post them online!"

Young Master Chen waved his arms like a madman, spitting everywhere.

"I'm going to expose you through the top media outlets in all of Handong!"

"I'm going to make sure you bunch of gang-related bastards all rot in jail!"

He thought that by using the public's cameras, he could put the Lingxiao Consortium under intense public scrutiny.

But he forgot that in the region of Handong, who really calls the shots in the internet and media?

Faced with Young Master Chen's relentless accusations, Shen Pojun didn't even lift an eyelid.

He looked down at the clown, his eyes filled with deep indifference.

All the cameras around were pointed at the head of security for the Lingxiao Consortium.

Shen Pojun calmly raised his hand and slowly adjusted the cuffs of his black suit.

He cleared his throat, his voice booming like a bell.

In this empty square, the sound penetrated deeply into everyone's ears.

"Let me correct you, sir."

Shen Pojun's lips curled into a mocking sneer, his tone calm and utterly unwavering.

"Lingxiao Consortium is a law-abiding and legitimate enterprise."

"Our security personnel here are highly qualified and never beat people."

The onlookers were stunned by these words.

Inside the lobby, the dozen or so Blackwater bodyguards lying on the ground, their arms and legs dislocated, were still screaming in agony.

Is this what you call not hitting people?

Young Master Chen was so angry he almost flew to heaven on the spot.

"Bullshit! How the hell did I lose this tooth?!"

"Everyone I brought in is lying inside. Do you think we're all blind?!"

Shen Pojun calmly turned to the side.

He extended his right hand, which was wearing a white glove, and pointed to the large amethyst ornament that was shattered on the floor of the lobby behind him.

"We have comprehensive, no-blind-spot surveillance as proof."

"You were the ones who stormed into the building first and violently vandalized our property worth five million."

Shen Pojun turned his head, staring intently at Young Master Chen, and suddenly raised his voice.

"For unidentified individuals who illegally enter private office areas and attempt to damage property."

He paused, then uttered a few words with a firm and resounding tone.

"Our security department is simply performing its duties in accordance with the law."

"You have been placed under necessary and lawful physical isolation."

Physical isolation!

As soon as those four words were uttered, a burst of laughter erupted from the surrounding crowd.

"What the hell is physical isolation! That's an absolutely brilliant use of the term!"

"Hahaha, throwing people directly into a puddle through the gate—that's a really hardcore isolation measure!"

"The Lingxiao Consortium did nothing wrong. These people were clearly here to cause trouble; they deserved to be thrown out!"

The laughter of passersby was like invisible slaps, landing hard on Young Master Chen's face.

Lu Ze, who was lying sprawled in a puddle, noticed that everyone around him was taking pictures with their phones.

He was terrified that his disgraceful state would be posted online, so he quickly covered his face with his muddy hands, trying to play dead.

But a sharp-eyed female college student took a closer look.

"Hey? Look at that guy covering his face, doesn't he look a bit like that top celebrity Lu Ze?"

As soon as he uttered that sound, several phones were shoved directly into Lu Ze's face.

"Holy crap! It really is him! That middle-part hairstyle, those flashy earrings, there's no mistake!"

"Why is he eating mud here? Didn't he buy trending searches yesterday and brag about being a rich young master?"

"Come on! Didn't you see today's news?"

"He was completely blocked across the internet by the Lingxiao Holographic System. He's nowhere to be found now; he's long gone!"

The cacophony of voices from the crowd was like sharp knives, stabbing straight into Lu Ze's heart.

His usual pride and glory shattered into dust at that moment.

Lu Ze was filled with shame and indignation, so he simply rolled his eyes and pretended to faint in the muddy water.

Young Master Chen stood aside, listening to the harsh mockery.

He was trembling violently, his chest heaving like a bellows.

He was publicly humiliated by a set of high-sounding words.

He was being pointed at and gossiped about by a group of ordinary people he usually regarded as worthless.

His dignity as Young Master Chen has been completely trampled into the sewers today.

"Fine... fine, Lingxiao Consortium, what a clever physical barrier!"

Young Master Chen laughed, his face contorted like a vengeful ghost.

He felt a metallic, sweet taste rise in his throat.

With a "pfft," he was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with mud and sand.

Crimson bloodstains were sprayed on the clothes, a shocking sight.

Ignoring the ridicule of those around him, he pulled out his spare phone, its screen riddled with cracks, from his pocket with trembling hands.

I can't hail a ride-hailing car, and I can't stay in a hotel.

But he had to make that call!

Isn't Yan Qingfeng supposed to be able to control everything in the business world?

Then he would use the iron fist of the system to smash the plaque of the Lingxiao Building!

Young Master Chen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his raging anger.

His fingers trembled as he quickly pressed a number he had long memorized.

That was the private hotline of Zhao Donglai, the director of the Jingzhou Public Security Bureau.

The phone rang twice, then it connected.

"Feed? Who?"

On the other end of the phone came Zhao Donglai's deep, authoritative voice.

As if grasping at the last straw, Young Master Chen's eyes suddenly flashed with a vicious, resentful light.

He screamed hysterically into the phone microphone.

"Zhao Donglai! I've been attacked by gangsters! Lead your team to Lingxiao Building immediately and arrest all of them!"