"Go. Get his phone."
Zhan Bei Jue exerted all his strength, his breathing slightly heavy from the exertion.
His eyes were fixed on the ground, but his words were directed at those standing nearby.
After he spoke, most people hesitated.
However, a quick-witted individual ran to the office.
Soon, a mobile phone was presented before him.
Zhan Bei Jue knew that people like him wouldn't own just one phone.
He didn't take it.
"Are you sure this is his personal one? I'm not here for official business."
The woman's eyes darted nervously as she turned to look at the prettiest woman in the crowd.
The pretty woman, caught off guard by being singled out, froze for a moment before stepping forward. She glanced at the phone.
"No. He has two personal phones. This isn't the most private one."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Zhan Bei Jue gave her a sidelong glance.
The woman seemed to be engaged in a fierce internal struggle.
She thought and thought, unable to make up her mind.
It appeared the phone held many secrets she wouldn't want revealed.
Zhan Bei Jue waited a few seconds, growing impatient.
"She's the only one who knows, and no one else does?"
"Don't assume I can't find anything without your help."
The implication was clear: if you hand it over willingly, there might be room for negotiation. But if I find it myself, the decision of whether to release it won't be yours.
Someone quickly stepped forward again. "I'll go get it!"
A few minutes later, she returned, holding a dark blue phone and handing it over.
"Unlock it."
The woman paused, then took out gloves from her pocket, knelt down, and wiped the disgusting face of Zou Jian Min.
Then, she opened his eyelids and held the phone up to his face, unlocking it.
"Gloves."
Zhan Bei Jue, finding the phone disgusting, extended his hand and asked for another pair of gloves from someone nearby.
In the album, there were hundreds of video files, neatly arranged.
These women were truly capable of enduring anything.
To earn a living under him, they were willing to cooperate with anything.
Zhan Bei Jue skimmed through them briefly, uninterested.
The videos were sorted by date. He was only concerned with the first one.
Frowning, his fingers trembled as he tapped it. Min Er's pitiable voice immediately blared from the device.
"No! Director Zou, please, I beg you, let me go!"
"I'll kowtow to you, I'll kneel down, please, let me leave!"
"Ah—Ge! Zhan Bei Jue, where are you, Zhan Bei Jue! Please, come and save me quickly!"
Zhan Bei Jue's heart skipped a beat. His hand shook, and he locked the phone.
The surrounding people were so terrified they didn't dare to breathe.
They watched him, his face contorted in fury, fire seemingly about to erupt from his eyes, as if he could devour them at any moment.
Until his entire body began to tremble. He closed his eyes, then closed them again, clenched the phone, then clenched it again, and finally asked in a deep voice.
"Does anyone know who he was with last night?"
A trembling voice responded.
"I do. Director Ma from the Binjiang Road branch, and Director Chen from the Huaihai Road branch. They were discussing quarterly performance."
"Make a call and summon them. Use his phone."
Zhan Bei Jue sat on the sofa in the lounge area, his eyes closed, a cigarette burning between his lips.
He had deleted all the videos except for Min Er's.
The bank had suspended operations, the surveillance footage was erased, and the power was now out.
Everyone looked at him on the opposite side as if he were a hero.
About half an hour later, Director Chen arrived.
He appeared to be in good spirits, speaking as he entered.
"What's going on, your branch..."
He intended to ask why they had closed without permission.
But upon entering and seeing the scene, he was stunned.
"This, this..."
Seeing everyone's gaze focused on one spot, he looked over as well.
As he met Zhan Bei Jue's cold gaze, his legs immediately felt weak with fear.
His first thought was to flee.
While there was still a chance to reach the main entrance, he bolted.
However, just as he took two steps, Zhan Bei Jue's devilish voice echoed.
"It seems you wish to die outside."
His legs felt as if they were filled with lead, beyond his control.
He obediently turned back, his lips trembling slightly, and then knelt on the ground.
"Mr. Zhan, Mr. Zhan, I was wrong! I know I was wrong! Please be magnanimous and forgive me, Mr. Zhan!"
"I deserve to die! I'll kowtow to you! Spare my life, and we can talk this through properly!"
"Talk about what?"
"I, I, I'll lend you loans! As much as you want, within my authority!"
"Interest rates are negotiable, you set them! I'll agree to anything, Mr. Zhan!"
Zhan Bei Jue didn't respond to his offer, seemingly lost in thought.
The swirling smoke obscured his expression from everyone.
In the vast bank, there was a silence broken only by the breathing and heartbeats of those present.
Just then, Director Ma also entered.
Seeing the scene, his reaction was similar to Director Chen's.
But he quickly knelt before Zhan Bei Jue as well.
Zhan Bei Jue slowly exhaled smoke. "The conditions you two proposed are very good, and I will consider them. But there is a prerequisite."
"Please, tell us!"
"Who else was with you last night?"
"No one else, just the three of us."
"Hmm?"
"Oh, and Director Zou's driver. He was called over by Director Zou at the last minute."
"Summon him here."
Soon, a man of average appearance, burly and robust, walked in.
Upon seeing the scene on the ground, coupled with his guilty conscience from last night, he immediately understood what was happening.
With the three of them kneeling together, Zhan Bei Jue spoke.
"You've all seen the movie 'Survival Game,' haven't you? Now I'm giving you a chance to fight each other. Whoever wins, I won't hold them accountable."
"Begin."
With so many people watching, and cameras on the walls,
they were expected to fight each other like in a dramatic television series.
"Mr. Zhan..."
"You've lost your eligibility, Director Chen."
Zhan Bei Jue gestured to the other two.
"No one can challenge my rules. The two of you, gang up on him."
With a competitor suddenly removed, everyone seemed to seize the chance for survival.
Their eyes hardened, and they immediately lunged at Director Chen.
After a chaotic scramble, only two men remained, staring at each other, their eyes filled with murderous intent.
The female colleagues averted their gazes, unable to watch.
Occasional thuds and chilling screams echoed through the hall.
Soon, the driver knelt before Zhan Bei Jue.
"Mr. Zhan, I've done it."
Zhan Bei Jue flicked his eyelids open.
"Very good. Now, tell me, how should these three be dealt with?"
The driver was taken aback and shook his head.
"I was forced into what happened yesterday. I was just following orders..."
Zhan Bei Jue kicked Director Zou's phone towards him.
"When the police arrive, explain yourself clearly. Do it yourself."
It seemed there was no better solution. The driver had no choice but to pick up the phone.
After making the call, Zhan Bei Jue finally stood up.
"Why is all the surveillance footage gone?"
Those before him replied, "We don't know. Director Zou was always in charge of the surveillance."
"What did you all see today?"
"Director Zou got into a fight with several other people in the office for some reason."
"Good. I won't tell your families about the video. Keep up the good work."