Power and wealth bring fragrance

The force of the door breaking down was swift and fierce; the heavy iron door was smashed open with a whistling wind, so fast that it caught everyone off guard.

Zhao Gang was already seriously injured. The slightest movement of his broken ribs caused him excruciating pain. His body was stiff and his movements were sluggish, so he had no time to dodge.

The iron gate slammed into his shoulder with a loud crash, the immense force causing him to stagger backward several steps.

The excruciating pain he had been enduring suddenly spiraled out of control, draining all his strength in an instant. He lost his balance and collapsed straight onto the cold, hard ground.

A dull thud echoed as Zhao Gang's face instantly turned ashen. The veins on his forehead, which had just begun to subside, throbbed again. A piercing pain swept through his entire body, causing his chest and abdomen to churn, and he almost couldn't breathe.

At the entrance, a tall, middle-aged figure stood steadily, looking down at Zhao Gang, who was slumped on the ground.

The newcomer had a stern and imposing face, with deep anger in his eyes. His aura was fierce and powerful, and he exuded a daunting pressure without even making a move. He was Chen Xing, the chairman of the Integrity and Business Development Committee.

Behind Chen Xing, Sun Chao looked disheveled and frustrated, being held back by two bodyguards in black. His clothes were disheveled, clearly showing that he had tried his best to stop them, but was powerless to resist.

He caught sight of Zhao Gang, who was slumped on the ground, his face ashen. His pupils constricted sharply, his face filled with shock, and he cried out in a trembling voice, "Chairman!"

Before he finished speaking, Sun Chao suddenly exerted his strength, disregarding everything to break free from the restraints of the two bodyguards. He flashed into the interrogation room, carefully and urgently reaching out to help Zhao Gang, who was writhing in pain, up from the ground.

At this moment, Zhao Gang was filled with the embarrassment of suddenly losing his composure and the excruciating pain all over his body, and had no time to think about holding Sun Chao accountable for his poor goalkeeping.

He stared intently at Chen Xing at the door, his jaw clenched, forcing out cold, harsh words filled with wariness and anger: "Chen Xing, what are you doing here?"

Chen Xing glanced coldly at Zhao Gang, completely ignoring the ferocity in his eyes, and his gaze pierced through the interrogation room, landing on Wei Yuan, who was still sitting upright.

Seeing Wei Yuan's wrists handcuffed with cold instruments of torture, his brows furrowed sharply, his anger intensified, and he strode quickly into the room.

"Mr. Wei!"

Chen Xing spoke with obvious guilt and anger, and at a very fast pace.

"I rushed over as soon as I received the call from my lawyer, but I was too late. How dare they be so disrespectful to you and arbitrarily detain you!"

His expression was extremely fierce. He abruptly turned to look at the two bodyguards behind him and growled sharply, "What are you all standing there for? Open this thing right now!"

The two bodyguards didn't dare to delay for a moment. They quickly stepped forward, took out the key they had just taken from Sun Chao, and bent down to unlock it nimbly.

The cold handcuffs snapped open and slipped off Wei Yuan's wrists, leaving two faint red marks.

Wei Yuan raised his hand to rub his numb wrist, then stood up leisurely, looking at Chen Xing, who was still angry, with a hint of genuine surprise in his eyes.

"Why are you here?"

He truly hadn't expected that Chen Xing would personally rush to this place for him; such a grand gesture was truly unexpected.

Chen Xing's expression remained cold and indignant, his anger still lingering.

"The lawyer I arranged for you left immediately and informed me that you had been detained in an interrogation room without cause, so I rushed over right away. These people have no respect for rules; they're incredibly audacious!"

He looked at Wei Yuan, his tone softening slightly, but still carrying a firm and solemn air.

"Mr. Wei, rest assured, we must not let this matter end so hastily."

As the two were talking, Zhao Gang, who was barely able to stand, gradually became more and more gloomy, his eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief, and his heart was filled with turbulent waves.

According to Zhao Xuan's previous statement, Wei Yuan was just an insignificant mistress of Liu Xiangrong, with no background and no value, and could be manipulated at will.

But the scene before him completely overturned all his understanding.

Who is Chen Xing?

He is the chairman of the Clean Business Committee, a top figure in the Deepsea City Council whose status is half a level above his, and the head of the long-established wealthy Chen family.

Looking across the entire Deepsea City, these are all heavyweight figures standing at the very top of the pyramid, whose mere stomp of their feet can shake the entire city.

Yet this man, who wielded immense power, was now extremely humble and respectful in front of Wei Yuan. Every word and action of him was that of a subordinate to a superior, filled with awe and without the slightest arrogance of someone in a high position.

Absurd! Outrageous!

Zhao Gang's mind was buzzing, and he almost doubted his own eyes, even feeling as if the world had turned upside down.

He stared intently at Wei Yuan, who remained calm and composed, countless thoughts racing through his mind, a chill spreading and sinking deeper into his heart.

It wasn't that he was seeing things, nor was it that the world had turned upside down; there was only one answer.

Wei Yuan was extremely well hidden. He was not the insignificant nobody Zhao Xuan had described. He possessed a hidden identity that made even a top figure like Chen Xing bow down in respect.

At that moment, Zhao Gang felt a chill run through his heart.

This time, he's probably unlucky enough to have kicked a rock hard.

Shock, frustration, and anger intertwined and choked within me, all of which were stuck in my chest.

All the anger and frustration ultimately surged towards Zhao Xuan.

What trouble has this good-for-nothing bastard gotten himself into?

If Zhao Gang hadn't already ordered Zhao Xuan to be killed, he would have wanted to kill Zhao Xuan himself right now.

Just as Zhao Gang was filled with turmoil and resentment, Chen Xing had finished speaking with Wei Yuan and slowly turned around.

His previous humble demeanor vanished completely, replaced by a chilling coldness on his face.

Chen Xing stared coldly at Zhao Gang, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"Zhao Gang, how dare you be so audacious as to humiliate my distinguished guest from the Chen family!"

"I'll remember this!"

The Zhao family and the Chen family have long held opposing positions and have been secretly vying for power, harboring resentment for a long time.

Now that things have come to this, Zhao Gang, who has been publicly humiliated and is at a disadvantage, is not willing to show the slightest fear or lose his composure, even though he is filled with fear in his heart.

He forcefully suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and the excruciating pain all over his body, his face as cold as frost, and retorted defiantly.

"You think I'm afraid of you? Bring it on, whatever you've got!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xing merely let out a cold sneer and said no more, too lazy to waste his breath on him.

He stepped aside to make way for Wei Yuan, and the two walked slowly side by side toward the interrogation room door.

Just as he was about to step out the door, Wei Yuan paused slightly.

He slowly turned his head, a faint but meaningful smile curving his lips, his gaze lightly falling on Zhao Gang, whose face was ashen.

"Chairman Zhao, don't forget what I just said."

"Your bad luck has only just begun; you've got a long way to go."

After finishing speaking, Wei Yuan didn't linger and strode straight out of the interrogation room.

Zhao Gang stood frozen in place, watching the two figures leave. His face was ashen, his eyes surging with murderous intent. He almost gritted his teeth, wishing he could rush forward and devour Wei Yuan alive.

The oppressive atmosphere in the interrogation room remained heavy and suffocating.