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The internet is in an uproar as the villa is demolished.

Major mainstream media outlets and entertainment sections all jumped in to report on it, and internet celebrities and bloggers of all sizes frantically reposted it to ride the wave of popularity.

For a time, it wasn't just domestic netizens who enjoyed the food.

Many other Chinese-language media outlets and entertainment news outlets also quickly reprinted and followed up on the story.

Wen Qi, the Lu family, and the Wen family were once again pushed to the top of the trending searches.

Boxing Stadium in City A.

Underground boxing rings are the heart of the gray area, a melting pot of all sorts of people, and ordinary people don't even dare to get close.

The top-tier VIP box deep inside the boxing ring is a cool, luxurious space with ebony tables and chairs and cool lighting.

The air was filled with a faint, cool smell of tobacco.

Kneeling on the ground was a skinny man covered in injuries. He was Skinny Monkey, the only thug who had been released on bail after ambushing Wan Jiansi late at night on Nanshan Road some time ago.

His back was ramrod straight, his head bowed low: "Third Master, what happened that night... was truly bizarre."

At the time, there were dozens of us who chased Wan Jiansi to Nanshan Road and intercepted his car. Then, a woman suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

That woman is simply not normal; she's ruthless and vicious. She swindled the boss out of ten million and completely manipulated us.

Then he drove straight into the crowd, hitting and throwing all of us, more than a dozen people, into the air.

It wasn't his first time in the underworld; he'd never been afraid of anyone in fights and killings. That night, he was completely dumbfounded.

On the main leather sofa, a tall and upright man sat languidly.

The man wore a minimalist white shirt and had a clean-cut demeanor, not at all like someone who frequented the underworld.

Lin Cheng had an unlit cigarette between his thin lips, his narrow eyes half-closed, and the corners of his eyes slightly lowered.

He showed no emotional fluctuations, just sat quietly, his presence suffocating.

After listening to the skinny monkey's halting retelling, Lin Cheng slowly raised his eyes and asked, "What's your name?"

The skinny monkey trembled violently, burying his head even lower: "I...I don't know."

Lin Cheng gently stroked the cigarette with his fingertips: "License plate number."

"It was late at night, and the scene was chaotic. I didn't pay attention to the license plate number, but I knew it was a luxury car, and it was accompanied by bodyguards. It had a very imposing presence," Skinny Monkey said.

Lin Cheng slightly raised his finger and lightly flicked the ash from his cigarette at his fingertips: "Take him away."

The bodyguard in black immediately stepped forward, grabbed the skinny man by the back of his collar, and dragged him backward.

The skinny monkey didn't dare struggle or beg for mercy the whole time, and obediently let himself be dragged out the door.

Only Lin Cheng and his personal assistant, Ah Sui, remained in the private room.

Ah Sui stood bowing behind the sofa, his expression serious: "Third Master, that night the brothers were ordered to intercept Wan Jiansi, and they were all taken away and detained by the police on the spot. These past few days of investigation have revealed that Wan Jiansi's methods are far more ruthless and decisive than we anticipated."

Wan Jiansi erased all the street surveillance and traffic footage from several hours that night on Nanshan Road, leaving the entire area spotless without a trace. Our investigation with the police also yielded nothing.

The police took a hard line, suppressing the case and the individuals involved, refusing any visits, and rejecting any attempts by lawyers to intervene. All those involved were kept out of contact with the outside world.

This skinny guy also went through a lot of trouble, using up a lot of connections and money, and it took him so long to finally get bailed out.

Lin Cheng chuckled.

After all this trouble, all we found out was a woman with bodyguards?

We don't know their names, identities, or license plates. There are no surveillance videos or eyewitness accounts.

What kind of useless people does he keep?

If word gets out, wouldn't people laugh their heads off?