Unparalleled medical and martial arts skills, saving the CEO's fiancée at the start.

Jiang Ruoxi was worried about the Zhou family's strength, but Ye Chen was quite happy, finally having the opportunity to meet them face to face.

"Honey, are you going to see them later? Or should I go alone? You can stay in the office."

"It's okay, I'll go with you. I have my own way of handling this."

Jiang Ruoxi did not agree with Ye Chen's suggestion; she, Jiang Ruoxi, was also a worldly person.

At the entrance of the Jiang Group building, three black Mercedes-Benz cars were lined up in a row, all with license plates starting with "Jiang A" in a row. Many people have never seen such a display in their entire lives.

Six bodyguards dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses stood on both sides of the car. They had sharp eyes and straight backs, and they looked like they were trained fighters.

In the lobby on the first floor, a middle-aged man in a dark gray Zhongshan suit stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the interior decoration of the Jiang's Building.

He was in his early fifties, with slightly graying temples, a thin face, and a pair of narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes that concealed a kind of ruthlessness that was not easily detected. His every move exuded the majesty of someone who had long held a high position.

He Jianping and several security guards were doing their best to block him, their foreheads covered in cold sweat and their voices trembling slightly: "Sir, I can't let you up without an appointment, it's company policy..."

The middle-aged man didn't even glance at him, as if He Jianping were just a buzzing fly.

Behind him stood a young man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in a sharp suit, handsome, but with an air of arrogance between his brows.

The young man glanced at He Jianping with disdain and roared domineeringly, "When has the Zhou family ever needed to make an appointment with you? If you know what's good for you, get out of the way and don't block our path."

He Jianping swallowed hard, and beads of sweat involuntarily streamed down his forehead. He felt his legs trembling, but he still stood there without moving.

He Jianping knew the visitor was up to no good. As the company's security minister, he had to stand up for him. Otherwise, if President Jiang investigated, his position as minister would be over.

"Gentlemen, I'm really sorry, but company policy dictates that we employees shouldn't be made things difficult for you..."

"Rules? Screw your rules."

The young man snorted coldly and raised his hand to slap He Jianping.

Before his hand could even touch He Jianping's body, a hand reached out from the side and firmly grabbed his wrist.

"Sorry everyone, I was stuck in traffic and I'm late."

Ye Chen appeared in front of the young man at some point, one hand in his pocket and the other gripping the young man's wrist, looking like a thug, showing no regard for the Zhou family.

Seeing Ye Chen return, He Jianping finally felt relieved and much more confident.

Not far behind Ye Chen, Jiang Ruoxi walked into the hall in high heels, her cold and beautiful face expressionless, exuding an aloof air.

The young man's wrist was grabbed by Ye Chen, and after struggling a couple of times, he found that it wouldn't budge.

Ye Chen's five fingers were firmly fixed on his wrist like iron clamps. The force was not great, but it made his entire arm unable to exert any strength.

"Let go! Are you looking to die?"

"Yeah, I have that idea. Why don't you help me out?" Ye Chen still had that mischievous look on his face.

The young man roared and clenched his left fist, aiming it at Ye Chen's face.

Ye Chen smiled and shook the arm that was holding the man.

The young man felt a strange force travel from his wrist throughout his body, as if he had been electrocuted. Before he could even throw his left fist, it went limp and his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Ye Chen released his grip, took a step back, and stood in front of Jiang Ruoxi: "Brother, it's not good for your health to get so angry on our first meeting."

"You..." The young man steadied himself, glaring at Ye Chen with anger and embarrassment. A hint of fear flashed in his eyes; he knew that Ye Chen's strength far surpassed his own.

Just now, he didn't know how Ye Chen exerted his strength; his body simply went limp uncontrollably.

"Alright, Mingyu, don't be rude. Remember we're here as guests."

The middle-aged man, who had been silent all along, finally spoke. His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Zhou Mingyu reluctantly retreated behind the middle-aged man, stretching his arms like a venomous snake ready to strike at any moment.

The middle-aged man turned around and faced Ye Chen directly.

His gaze slowly swept over Ye Chen, from head to toe, and then from toe to head, as if he were appraising a product.

The middle-aged man's gaze finally settled on Ye Chen's eyes, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"You're Ye Chen?"

"It's me, and who are you?" Ye Chen was also sizing up the other person.

Ye Chen noticed that the middle-aged man in front of him had a very stable aura. He exuded the charm of an ancient martial arts master, with his inner energy contained and his essence, energy, and spirit in harmony. Even when he was standing still, he gave people a sense of pressure like a mountain.

"Zhou family, Zhou Xinde," the middle-aged man said, his tone flat, as if he were stating an ordinary identity.

Upon hearing the middle-aged man announce his name, He Jianping nearly lost his balance and quickly grabbed a nearby pillar for support.

Zhou Xinde! The current head of the Zhou family!

This important figure, who is influential in both the business and martial arts circles of Jiangcheng, actually came in person.

Jiang Ruoxi was also stunned. She had only heard of Zhou Xinde before, but had never seen him before. He actually came to the company today.

The name Zhou Xinde carries immense weight in Jiangcheng. The Zhou family's ability to remain a prominent family in Jiangcheng over the years, rising from a small clan to a first-rate family, is all thanks to this man's skill and strategy.

In terms of seniority, he was Zhou Tianhao's uncle, but in terms of methods, ten Zhou Chengde's combined couldn't match a single finger of his.

Ye Chen was slightly startled, but his face still wore that carefree smile.

After arriving in Jiangcheng, Ye Chen had two dealings with the Zhou family. The first time was when he canceled Zhou Tianhao's driving school exam qualification, the second time was when he had Ma Wu cripple one of Zhou Tianhao's hands, and the third time was when he saved a girl from Zhou Tianhao's clutches.

Ye Chen thought the Zhou family would at most send a steward to interrogate him, but he didn't expect that the sect leader would personally come to the rescue.

This is quite a scene.

"So it's Mr. Zhou, I've heard so much about you." Ye Chen cupped his hands in greeting, his nonchalant demeanor carrying a hint of江湖 (jianghu, the world of martial arts and chivalry) spirit.

"I didn't know Mr. Zhou had graced us with his presence. What brings you here?" Jiang Ruoxi couldn't help but ask Zhou Xinde.

Zhou Xinde maintained the same expression and the same smile, and Ye Chen was unable to figure out his purpose for the time being.

"Young friend Ye, I wouldn't presume to offer guidance. I've come here specifically to invite you and President Jiang to a banquet this Saturday at the Zhou family's villa."

After saying that, Zhou Xinde took out a gold-embossed invitation from his pocket and handed it to Ye Chen very respectfully.