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

"Giggle giggle..."

Thousands of kilometers away, the desperate, teeth-grinding sound of the old principal from Jiangnan Province seemed to drift on the night wind into Handong Province.

The deathly silence was shattered by the rapid slapping of leather shoes on the top floor corridor of the Lingxiao Building.

Director Li of the Education Bureau of Handong Province was covered in sweat, and greasy hair was stuck to his forehead in clumps.

He was panting heavily, and his leather shoes scraped against the floor with a harsh "screech".

Director Li gripped a document stamped with a red seal tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning pale from the excessive force.

He was downstairs just now and witnessed 100,000 drones flattening the old town of Guangming District like steel locusts.

The devastating, violent scene made his bladder tighten, and the urge to urinate surged up in waves.

But then I thought about how this was a direct order issued overnight by the Ministry of Education.

He gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the fear churning in his stomach, and braced himself to rush to the top floor.

"Bang!"

Director Li pushed open the heavy double solid wood door of Yan Qingfeng's office.

The main light in the room was off.

The central air conditioning tirelessly spewed out icy cold air, forcibly suppressing the temperature at an uncomfortable 16 degrees Celsius.

Director Li, who had just broken out in a cold sweat, suddenly shivered from the cold, his hair standing on end.

The air was filled with a faint, sophisticated fir scent, yet it also carried a sense of aloofness and oppression.

Yan Qingfeng sank into the large leather sofa, holding a glass of amber-colored liquor with an ice ball in his hand.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Yan...Yan Qingfeng! You are utterly lawless!"

Director Li held the official document high in his hand, his hands trembling as if he had Parkinson's disease.

He originally wanted to unleash his usual official authority within the system.

But because of his guilty conscience, his voice cracked, and the sound he made was like a screaming chicken being choked.

In the empty office, the only sound was the clinking of ice cubes hitting a glass.

"This was a direct order issued by the ministry overnight!"

Director Li swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down twice with difficulty.

"You leveled Guangming District to build a private university without even obtaining the necessary operating license, and now you're openly poaching students from all over the country!"

Yan Qingfeng ignored him, simply swirling his wine glass and staring at the spinning ice ball inside.

The humiliation of being completely ignored made the veins on Director Li's forehead throb.

He mustered his courage and took two large steps forward, his leather shoes making a dull thud on the carpet.

"According to the Education Law, this is a serious violation of laws and regulations! You are undermining the very foundation of the nation!"

Director Li roared in a hoarse voice.

"Stop work immediately and take down the recruitment brochure from the internet! Otherwise, if the higher-ups investigate..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Shen Pojun, the two-meter-tall iron tower standing in the shadows, took a step out.

A large, fan-like hand brought with it a strong smell of gunpowder, and grabbed Director Li's tight silk tie around the neck.

"Well!"

Director Li felt a sudden tightness in his neck, and his 200-pound obese body was lifted off the ground.

Shen Pojun lifted him up with one hand, like he was carrying a chick.

The silk tie instantly transformed into a deadly noose, digging deep into his fragile trachea.

Director Li's face, which had been flushed with excitement, turned a frightening purplish-red in less than three seconds.

The lack of oxygen caused his brain to shut down.

His eyeballs bulged violently outward, and red blood vessels burst open on the whites of his eyes, making him look ferocious.

"Cough... Hehe..."

He desperately tried to grab Shen Pojun's arms, which were as strong as steel bars.

The neatly trimmed nails futilely scraped against the other person's rough skin, curling up completely but leaving no white mark on Shen Pojun's hand.

Two thick, short thighs convulsed and kicked uncontrollably in mid-air.

The leather shoes kicked the air haphazardly, making a series of heavy, panting sounds.

The lack of oxygen triggered a terrifying physiological response.

A sharp pain shot through my stomach; the delicious food I ate last night, mixed with fermented, sour gastric juices, was surging wildly down my esophagus.

"vomit--"

Director Li let out a nauseating retching sound in mid-air.

Sour liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth onto his expensive white shirt, emitting a foul, rancid smell.

Shen Pojun frowned in disgust, his rough voice sounding like sandpaper grinding against sheet metal.

"With just a few scraps of paper, you dare to bark and yell on Master Yan's turf?"

Yan Qingfeng finally put down his wine glass.

The glass base hit the crystal coffee table with a dull thud.

He raised his eyelids, his eyes, devoid of any human emotion, coldly sweeping over Director Li, who was suspended in mid-air rolling his eyes.

"Rules?" Yan Qingfeng asked, his thin lips slightly parted.

Director Li struggled to open one eye, his eyes filled with the fear of impending death and his desperate pleas.

"Throw it out." Yan Qingfeng uttered three words, leaving no room for negotiation.

Shen Pojun grinned, revealing a chilling smile, and suddenly swung his thick arm.

"Get out of here!"

The 200-pound ball of flesh, like a tattered sack full of swill, flew straight over the coffee table and out of the office door.

"Bang!"

A loud, heavy bang.

Director Li landed heavily on the hard marble floor of the corridor, his body sliding forward half a meter.

"Click—"

The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed clearly in the empty corridor.

"Ouch!! My back!"

Director Li screamed in pain, his entire body instantly shrinking into a giant purple shrimp.

Two of his ribs were broken, the sharp pieces of bone piercing directly into his soft flesh, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Sweat instantly soaked through his trousers, and he was too exhausted to even roll around. He could only lie on the ground, twitching like a lump of mud.

Yan Qingfeng leaned back on the sofa and pressed the holographic call button on the table with his slender fingers.

The cold sound pierced through the solid wood door panel and struck Director Li's eardrums without reservation.

"Lin Yubing, add Director Li's name to Yunxiao AI's highest-level blacklist."

"Starting at 8 a.m. tomorrow, cut off all water, electricity, and internet access to his entire family for three generations, and stop providing them with all basic survival supplies."

When Director Li, who was lying on the ground, heard these words, his mind went blank, as if a sledgehammer had smashed his skull.

A chill more terrifying than broken bones instantly froze his blood.

In Handong today, cutting off water, electricity, and supplies is tantamount to stuffing a living person directly into a coffin and nailing them to death!

Yan Qingfeng walked slowly to the door, his leather shoes stopping in front of Director Li's face, which was covered in acid.

Looking down at the trembling mud on the ground from his high vantage point.

"If you want to talk about education law, go talk to the rats rummaging through the garbage in the sewers."

Yan Qingfeng straightened the perfectly wrinkle-free cuffs of his suit, his eyes filled with arrogance.

"I want you to know that in Handong, I, Yan Qingfeng, am the only rule."

Director Li gasped in pain, desperately reaching out to grab Yan Qingfeng's leg and beg for mercy.

Yan Qingfeng took a half step back in disgust, avoiding the situation.

The elevator at the end of the corridor opened with a "ding," and Su Jianxin, pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses, strode over.

Yan Qingfeng didn't look at the dead dog on the ground again, and turned to look at Su Jianxin.

"President Su, since those old fogies in Jiangnan Province like to cut off the power grid, let's play something bigger."

A cruel, cold smile curled at the corner of Yan Qingfeng's lips.

"The bloodbath in Handong is already full. How's the stripping down of those century-old European wealthy families going?"

Su Jianxin gave a sly, roguish smile and handed over a top-secret data panel.

"Master Yan, those bloodsucking old vampires who devour people without spitting out the bones have already started to strangle us in the international raw materials market."

Su Jianxin lowered his voice, a cold glint reflecting off his glasses.

"Should we notify Lu Yuan, who is in charge of overseas security, to bring out the EMP fleet on the cargo ship and make a public appearance?"