The person who attacked Li Chonglou, with blood gushing from their head, collapsed on the ground clutching their head.
It wasn't Li Chonglou who made the move.
It was Tong Zhaolin.
Standing behind the man, holding half a beer bottle, Tong Zhaolin sneered and pointed at Fan Liang, "Kid, go back and ask your dad, Fan Keli, if you can afford to mess with people from Xingzhi Group."
"You're relying on your family's influence to show off in front of me. Even your dad would have to respectfully call me Uncle Tong if he met me!"
"Hurry up and scram with your people. I'm in a good mood and won't bother with you."
"Otherwise..."
Before Tong Zhaolin could finish, he grabbed the stunned Fan Liang and pulled him to his front.
The sharp edge of the beer bottle in his hand pressed against Fan Liang's neck.
The cold glass shards instantly sent goosebumps all over Fan Liang, his face filled with utter terror.
Xingzhi Group!
He had heard the name. It was rumored to be a trading company, elusive and rarely seen.
But even when his father mentioned it, he spoke in hushed tones, unwilling to elaborate.
He had always warned him not to get into trouble with anyone from Xingzhi Group while he was out.
He never expected to encounter someone from Xingzhi Group at a nightclub.
Li Chonglou's pupils constricted, a hint of shock appearing.
When he came to Zhonghai, he had researched Tong Zhaolin's information. He was just a widower who had lost his wife and dabbled in the antique business after paying some money.
Now it seemed, he was far from that simple.
Not to mention how his compensation money could make him a shareholder of Libaozhai, even his fighting skills just now clearly indicated he was an experienced brawler.
"Let go of Young Master Fan, or I'll kill you!" Fan Liang's companions, fueled by alcohol, shouted excitedly.
"Shut up, all of you," Fan Liang roared. "Do you want me dead?"
After speaking, he lowered his voice and pleaded, "Uncle Tong, I didn't know you were from Xingzhi Group. I was blind and inconvenienced your fun."
"I, Fan Liang, am not an unreasonable person. I'll pay for tonight's expenses, alright?"
"Spare me, don't hold a grudge against a junior like me."
After all, he was the son of a prominent family. Although usually arrogant and overbearing, his judgment was not bad.
Upon hearing it was Xingzhi Group, he immediately realized he was no match for them.
Coupled with the fact that his life was in their hands.
It was best to back down quickly.
"Hmph, you're quite sensible, kid. Get lost," Tong Zhaolin snorted, retracted the beer bottle, and kicked Fan Liang in the backside.
He sent him sprawling face down.
Fan Liang, lying on the ground, glared with extreme malice but dared not utter a word. His companions helped him up, and they fled without looking back.
Returning to their private room, he downed a bottle of beer in one go.
"Young Master Fan, are we just going to let this go?" the companion whose head was injured asked, clutching his wound.
A sinister glint filled Fan Liang's eyes. "Let it go? Even if I were to let it go, I wouldn't!"
"Call for backup and block off Jiutian Zhongya. If those two brats don't kneel and beg for mercy tonight, I'll have no face to be in Zhonghai anymore!"
"Yes..." The man's face instantly lit up with joy.
Several companions quickly dialed their phones to summon reinforcements.
On Tong Zhaolin's side, Qi Yu was still shaken, while Li Chonglou appeared calm.
The mama suddenly stumbled into the private room, shouting, "Boss Tong, take your friend and leave quickly."
"Young Master Fan won't let this go. He's going to find people to retaliate against you."
"A wise man avoids immediate conflict. Don't get caught by him."
The mama had intended to go to Fan Liang's private room to appease him, but she overheard Fan Liang's harsh words outside the door.
She immediately rushed to deliver the warning.
It wasn't that she was particularly close to Tong Zhaolin, but rather that fighting was not allowed in Jiutian Zhongya.
If something happened, and the nightclub was shut down, where would she go to make a living?
As it involved her livelihood, she naturally dared not be negligent.
Upon hearing this, Tong Zhaolin also frowned. "Brother, perhaps we should lie low for a while?"
He knew very well that a young man in his early twenties like this would do anything for the sake of face.
Unconcerned with consequences or costs.
It was meaningless to fight to the death with him, resulting in mutual destruction.
At his age, he no longer valued face as much as profit and security.
As long as the green hills remained, there would be wood to burn.
"Let's go." Li Chonglou had no desire to stay in such a place and used this as an opportunity to leave.
He bid farewell to Qi Yu and left with Tong Zhaolin.
Qi Yu wanted to give Li Chonglou her phone number but hesitated, ultimately saying nothing.
After all, in front of Li Chonglou, she felt inferior due to her status.
She didn't dare to hope to be friends with him.
That night, more than a dozen cars arrived at the entrance of Jiutian Zhongya, and various thugs completely surrounded the club.
Unfortunately, Li Chonglou and the others had already left. Fan Liang was left waiting in vain.
Furious, he took his anger out on Qi Yu.
He intended to rape her on the spot.
Fortunately, the mama called the police, and they arrived in time to prevent the tragedy.
However, Qi Yu no longer dared to stay in Jiutian Zhongya and had to seek a new path. m..oΓg
Li Chonglou was, of course, unaware of these events. Having had a bit to drink, he had Tong Zhaolin drive him directly back to the hotel.
However, through this incident, Li Chonglou confirmed that Tong Zhaolin did not suspect him.
Therefore, his identity had not been exposed.
The person who had come to him earlier to demand something had likely only used the name of Xingzhi Group as a pretext.
The next day, he went to Xingzhi Group as usual, intending to use the incident from the previous evening to explain the reason for the lost watch.
Kong Mo ordered someone to have a new one custom-made for Li Chonglou, which would take about half a day.
This half-day would be his best opportunity to gather evidence about Xingzhi Group.
During his days at the company, he had observed that the eighth floor was a restricted area.
Apart from Kong Mo's office, he hadn't been anywhere else.
The other floors were normal office areas with almost no secrets to uncover.
To understand the inner workings of Xingzhi Group, it seemed necessary to go to the eighth floor.
Previously, with the tracking watch on him, it was impossible to do so.
But now, he had an opportunity.
"Oh, my stomach hurts. I need to go to the restroom," Li Chonglou called over the appraiser who worked with him, found an excuse, and ran towards the restroom.
Then, he put on a ski mask he had prepared beforehand and reversed his shirt.
This reversible shirt was also something he had prepared in advance.
He then emerged from above the stall, leaped out the window, and using the outdoor air conditioning units, climbed towards the eighth floor through a hidden courtyard that the security guards couldn't see.
With his exceptional agility, he climbed up to the eighth floor like Spider-Man on the exterior of the building.
Many of the rooms on this floor had no windows at all, being completely sealed.
*Click!*
Li Chonglou applied a little force, forcing open the lock of one of the rooms, and slipped inside.
It was pitch black inside. He fumbled for the light switch, and as the light flickered on, his eyes widened in astonishment.
They were all cultural relics.
The room was packed with them, from various dynasties, all exquisitely crafted.
Some of the less valuable ones were even piled up like trash.
Li Chonglou took out his phone to document the evidence by taking photos.
Then, he turned off the lights and prepared to move to the next room.
The mere presence of these cultural relics wouldn't be enough to convict Xingzhi Group, as they could easily dismiss it by saying someone had brought them in for appraisal.
Therefore, he needed to find more direct evidence, such as import and export documents, or transaction videos.
But just as he turned off the lights, Li Chonglou noticed a red dot light up on his phone.
It was directly above him, opposite him.
"Damn it!" Li Chonglou's heart skipped a beat, knowing it was an infrared camera.
This meant that his every move was being secretly watched.
His infiltration was not secret at all.
Fortunately, he was masked and had changed his clothes; otherwise, he would be exposed immediately.
Now, he had two choices before him.
One was to retreat before Xingzhi Group could make a move!
The second was to force his way in and leave with the evidence.
Li Chonglou fell into thought.
At the same time, Kong Mo watched the footage transmitted from the miniature camera on the computer screen in front of him, his facial muscles twitching, and a ferocious glint in his eyes.
"Mr. Kong, shall I bring some men to take care of this kid?" a bodyguard asked.
"Wait and see. I want to know who he really is!" Kong Mo's eyes flickered with malice, and he coldly ordered, "Keep a close watch on the movements on every floor."
"Shouldn't Lü Dong be back by now?"
"Let him go and meet Li Chonglou!"
He had seen Li Chonglou's movements the moment he climbed onto the eighth floor.
But he hadn't ordered his capture, wanting to see Li Chonglou's true identity and his intentions.
It was obvious that he was taking photos as evidence.
He must be someone sent by the police.
If he were to eliminate him directly, it would surely alert the police. It was better to let him search slowly.
After all, what proved the company's smuggling of cultural relics was not the items, but the people.
All the accounts and documents were under the control of him, the general manager.
Of course, ever since the previous infiltration by Ye Niao, these items had been moved to a secret location.
No matter how hard they searched, they wouldn't find them.
Li Chonglou, unaware of this, decided to stay and search for evidence after a brief period of thought.
As soon as Kong Mo's men arrived, he would immediately knock them out and escape.
With his skills, it should not be a problem.
But after searching several rooms without anyone appearing, he found it very strange.
There were cameras, so why was there no reaction?
Could it be that Kong Mo was intentionally letting him search?
There was no evidence here to convict him.
Li Chonglou suddenly realized what was happening, rushed out of a room, and immediately leaped out the window.
He descended to the restroom on the sixth-floor appraisal department, tucked the ski mask into the ceiling.
He reversed his shirt and walked out nonchalantly as if nothing had happened.
"Li Chonglou, someone's looking for you." As soon as he opened the door to the appraisal room, he heard a colleague call out.
At his workstation, a middle-aged man in a suit was casually flipping through a cultural relics catalog.
Seeing Li Chonglou return, he put down the book and showed a smile.
"Are you looking for me?" Li Chonglou asked calmly.
This middle-aged man, while appearing friendly, had a sharp gaze in his eyes that was not possessed by ordinary people.
Anyone who could break into Xingzhi Group to find him was certainly not ordinary.
Last time, Ye Niao had almost died after entering.
Who was this person?
"My name is Lü Dong. It's not convenient to talk here, come with me," the middle-aged man said, his voice deep and magnetic.
Combined with his gentle smile, he would be a killer for female admirers.
Unfortunately, Li Chonglou was a man.
It only made him more wary.
But he still followed Lü Dong into the elevator.