"Please, I beg you, don't lay a hand on my family. I have the elderly and the young at home; they are all innocent!" Wang Qianqiu prostrated himself on the ground, his heart filled with terror, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
Mu Feng narrowed his eyes and said, "That depends on your performance. I never stir up trouble. Remember, you provoked me first. My company had so many employees whose livelihoods were affected because the company was blacklisted. Are they not innocent? Sometimes, people need to put themselves in others' shoes!"
He kowtowed incessantly, "Big brother, what you say is absolutely right. I will definitely do as you say, and I will handle it perfectly!"
"Very good!" The moment the words fell, Mu Feng vanished from the restroom as if by magic.
Seeing that he was alone, Wang Qianqiu timidly raised his head. To his astonishment, the restroom door was still locked from the inside, and the windows were also latched. There was no way the other party could have left through either of these exits.
Facing such a bizarre situation, Wang Qianqiu shivered instinctively, thinking, "Yes, yes, I must do as he says, or I'm as good as dead!"
In the darkness of the night, Mu Feng held a thick stack of lists. Many company names on the list had already been crossed out, leaving only one named Dongyu Brokerage.
"Once I've dealt with you, today's mission will be considered a complete success!" Mu Feng's lips curved into a slight smile. He had just threatened the chairmen or general managers of dozens of companies using his methods. Of course, some of these people were stubborn, and they all ended up dead or crippled, ultimately succumbing to Mu Feng's imposing power and choosing to compromise.
In a villa in the wealthy district of Huzhou, a balding man with a prominent beer belly was intimately entangled with two beautiful women. The balding man was exceedingly greasy, yet these two beauties vied to cling to him, creating a scene that was simply indecent to behold.
"President Qin, you are truly amazing. I want an LV bag too!" one beauty purred with a squeaky voice, feigning shyness.
"You little siren, what she has, you shall have too. When have I ever been unfair?" The balding man licked his lips, his vulgar hands roaming unrestrainedly over their bodies.
Just then, a teasing voice echoed from somewhere. "President Qin, I want an LV bag too. Can you give it to me?" The voice was unmistakably Mu Feng's.
"Who? Who's speaking?" The balding man was chilled to the bone, nearly scared to death late at night.
At some point, a young man had silently taken a seat on the single sofa behind him. This young man was Mu Feng. He said with a smile, "President Qin, what fine taste you have. So full of energy so late at night. Truly, the older, the stronger!"
The balding man charged forward aggressively, pointing a finger at Mu Feng's nose, "Who the hell are you? When did you sneak into my house?"
"Kneel!" Mu Feng said in a low voice.
"What are you talking about?" The balding man jumped up in anger.
He sneered, "I told you to kneel. Can't you hear me shouting?"
"Make me kneel? Who do you think you are? How dare you trespass into my home? I will kill you today!" The balding man was also a fierce character. He rushed into the study and, shortly after, reappeared holding a three-foot-long Longquan sword, charging over furiously. This Longquan sword had been sharpened and seemed capable of cutting through metal with its imposing aura.
"I'll chop you to death!" The balding man paid no mind to the young man's life, treating him as if he were swatting a fly.
Mu Feng chuckled, catching the sword with just two fingers. The balding man tried to wrench the Longquan sword free, but it wouldn't budge. What happened next drove him into utter madness. With a crisp snap, Mu Feng forcibly broke the sword blade in half with his fingers.
"What kind of thing are you? Die!" The balding man, in an attempt to conceal his inner fear, attacked again. Mu Feng grabbed his wrist, and with a clang, the sword fell to the ground. He then casually picked it up.
"I told you to kneel. I really dislike people who disobey!" Mu Feng pressed the short sword against the balding man's chest. With the slightest effort, the short sword could pierce his chest.
The balding man roared, "Kid, do you know who I am? How dare you make me kneel? Tell me, who sent you? I'll pay you double to kill him for me!" These people had been in the entertainment industry for many years and had their share of dirty dealings. It wasn't out of the question for someone to want to assassinate them.
"You're quite brave with your words. Well, let me tell you, I am Mu Feng, the chairman of Shengyuan Entertainment. Do you know why I'm here now?" Mu Feng's words made the balding man freeze. He suddenly realized, "You? So you are the new chairman of Shengyuan?"
"That's right. My company being blacklisted has a lot to do with you. This matter needs to be settled, doesn't it!" Mu Feng rubbed his nose.
"You, what kind of settlement do you want? Do you expect me to help you? I wouldn't agree even if you begged me on your knees!" The balding man's company held shares in Huayu. Getting involved in Shengyuan's blacklisting would be like inviting trouble.
Mu Feng patted his shoulder and said, "Perhaps you haven't shifted out of your role yet. I have no intention of asking you; I am ordering you to immediately lift the blacklist on Shengyuan and simultaneously blacklist Huayu. Otherwise, I will make you pay!"
"Are you kidding me? This is absolutely impossible. You're just dreaming!" The balding man hadn't grasped the seriousness of the situation.
Mu Feng rubbed his nose, sat back on the sofa, and smiled, "Tonight, many people spoke more forcefully than you. However, their families are already preparing for funerals. Do you want to prepare in advance?" The two beauties, terrified, scattered and hid in various corners of the villa.
"What did you say? How could you..." The balding man clearly didn't believe him.
"Since you don't believe me, you can always call your friends. These are the people I've eliminated. You can contact them yourself!" With that, Mu Feng tossed out a small notebook. The balding man looked closely at the first page of the notebook, which had several names crossed out in red ink. He was completely stunned, as he knew all these people; they were his friends.
Without hesitation, he immediately took out his phone and started calling his friends. The first call was answered quickly, and he felt a sense of relief, scolding, "Kid, you're wrong! It connected, didn't it?"