All eyes were on Madam Su.
Under this intense scrutiny, Madam Su felt as though every pore on her body was exposed. After taking several deep breaths, she opened her mouth and said with a trembling voice, "I apologize to everyone present, and I also apologize to all the employees of the Su Group."
"It was my forceful interference that caused so many conflicts within the company. I guarantee that such incidents will never happen again in the future."
Some business partners directly retorted, "Madam, do you expect us to believe your guarantee with just a few words?"
"We only trust President Su. As for the rest of the Su family, if I may be so bold, they are all incompetent and useless."
"The Su family is only barely holding on because of Su Nianxue. If your president is replaced, how can you guarantee our interests? Therefore, we should terminate our cooperation at the earliest opportunity."
Madam Su had not expected anyone to be so disrespectful.
Her aged face flushed with embarrassment and anger.
"Then how do you expect me to guarantee it?"
President Jin directly proposed, "It's a simple matter. We will sign a new contract. If President Su resigns, then all our cooperation will be terminated immediately."
"That's right, it should be as President Jin suggested."
"This contract must be signed by you, Madam Su, and us."
Madam Su gritted her teeth tightly. Just as she was about to speak, a voice came from the stairs.
"Is it appropriate for so many of you to pressure an elderly person?"
The sudden voice caused everyone's attention to shift.
In a white suit, with a confident smile, he slowly descended the stairs.
"Allow me to introduce myself, Feng Jiajun of Zhen Tian Group!"
His declaration caused many faces to reveal expressions of astonishment.
"You are the young master of Zhen Tian Group?"
Feng Jiajun smiled and nodded, "It seems many people have heard of my name. Today, I'll play the role of a peacemaker. Your objectives have already been achieved, so why continue to be so aggressive?"
"I believe after today's events, Madam Su will certainly learn her lesson."
Madam Su's eyes showed a thoughtful expression, and a smile appeared on her face, "Indeed, after this incident, I will never make the same mistake again. Thank you, Young Master Feng, for speaking up for me."
"Everyone, please give me some face, will you?" Feng Jiajun's confident smile appeared on his face.
The people before him were, at most, just business partners.
He did not take them seriously.
As long as they were businessmen, they would have some sense. However, to openly defy him in public, they would have to consider the consequences.
Those people also showed expressions of difficulty. When they came here, President Jin was the one responsible for contacting them.
Feng Jiajun's expression turned cold, "What is it?"
"Are you all unwilling to give me face?"
His words were already filled with threats.
Many people looked towards President Jin.
President Jin could only smile awkwardly, "Young Master Feng, please do not put me in a difficult position."
"Who do you think you are to put me in a difficult position?"
Feng Jiajun waved his hand behind him.
Immediately, a bodyguard quickly stepped forward and then slapped President Jin hard across the face.
The slap was fast and fierce, causing President Jin's face to swell up significantly.
Blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.
"Do you feel it is difficult now?" Feng Jiajun asked coldly again.
Everyone was silent with fear.
President Jin's eyes burned with anger, but he dared not utter a word of defiance.
"Since no one has any objections, then get out!"
After Feng Jiajun spoke, he gave a glance to the bodyguard.
The bodyguard, without hesitation, kicked President Jin directly in the face.
President Jin fell backward, his nose bleeding profusely. A shoe print immediately appeared on his face.
The bodyguard did not stop there. He walked over and stepped directly on President Jin's ankle.
"Our young master said for you to get out."
"Crawl out of here!"
President Jin felt such humiliation that he wanted to fight back, but when he looked up and saw the bodyguard's stern gaze, his heart trembled.
Just as he was struggling, a hand helped him up.
"The investment I made in your company before, I will double it," Mu Feng said calmly.
President Jin's face showed surprise and joy, "Thank you!"
Mu Feng patted his shoulder, a smile on his face, and then turned his gaze to Feng Jiajun.
The bodyguard snorted, "What trash dares to disobey our young master's orders?"
As his words fell, he threw a punch directly at Mu Feng's face.
The straight punch was fast and fierce.
However, before his hand even reached its target, Mu Feng gently gripped his fist.
He struggled forcefully but could not break free at all. At this moment, his expression had changed.
But before he could react, a sharp pain shot up his fist.
Mu Feng suddenly exerted force.
"Crack..."
The sound of breaking bones echoed.
Then, he raised his leg and kicked out.
The bodyguard's body shot out like a cannonball.
He flew backward and smashed into the stairs.
After landing on the ground, blood spurted from his mouth. He opened his mouth, but before he could even speak, his head tilted, and he passed out on the spot.
Feng Jiajun's face turned black, "You're courting death!"
Mu Feng walked over slowly and delivered a slap.
"Slap!"
A crisp, loud slap resounded.
Feng Jiajun covered his face, feeling a burning pain, and was completely stunned.
"You dare to hit me?"
Mu Feng responded with another slap from his other hand.
"Do you believe it now?"
Mu Feng's voice remained calm. Before Feng Jiajun could reply, he grabbed his neck and lifted him into the air.
"This is Su Group. Do you dare to resort to violence here without asking me?"
The force in his hands gradually tightened.
Feng Jiajun could no longer draw any air, and a look of panic and fear gradually appeared on his face.
Those who had accompanied him finally reacted and charged forward without hesitation, intending to attack Mu Feng.
They had already pulled out their blades.
The sharp, piercing sound of blades cutting through the air instantly struck towards his arm.
"Let go of our young master!"
"Slap!" Mu Feng struck again.
The attacker was sent flying.
Upon landing, he remained motionless.
The remaining older men were now sweating profusely from their foreheads.
"Quickly let go. If anything happens to our young master..."
However, his words were cut short.
At this moment, he felt a sharp, cold glint. A blade was pressed against his neck.
His skin pricked with pain.
He dared not look back, his voice trembling, "What... what do you want to do?"
Mu Feng ignored him, the force in his hand continuing to increase.
Feng Jiajun felt the terrifying grip of death enveloping him.