With a thud, Peng Tianrong was pinned to the ground.
Peng Tianrong's face flushed red, and he roared, "I don't care who you are. If you dare force me to kneel, I will make you pay a price you cannot afford!"
Qin Tianyou sneered and dragged Peng Tianrong to the side to kneel.
Chen Fan, as if not hearing Peng Tianrong's threats, casually looked at He Yifeng.
"If these are all the reinforcements you have, He Yifeng, no one can save you!"
He Yifeng, however, chuckled. "When the heavens wish to destroy a man, they first make him mad. Chen Fan, do you know what you are doing?"
"Of course I do, it's just that you don't know yet!"
Chen Fan said calmly.
He Yifeng burst into laughter and gestured around with his finger, saying,
"The eldest daughter and young master of the Yuan family, the eldest young master of the Wu family, the boss of Nanshan Society, the president of Peng Group. More people of top status will be arriving. I hope you can still be so defiant!"
As he spoke, more people hurried over.
The leader was a refined middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a suit, with an extraordinary demeanor.
Ye Bating, the vice president of the Hangzhou Chamber of Commerce.
However, the result was the same, without exception. This vice president also knelt down, his face flushed red with shock and fury.
Following that, several more groups of people arrived.
The result was still no exception.
"Time's up!"
Chen Fan glanced at his watch and stood up.
He Yifeng roared with laughter, "Chen, you must be crazy! You actually forced nearly half of Hangzhou's highest-ranking business figures to kneel here. Even if you kill me, do you think you'll get away with it?"
Just then, another group of people appeared at the doorway.
Leading them was an elder in his fifties, full of vigor, dressed in a Tang suit, and possessing an extraordinary presence.
Seeing this person, Chen Fan's brow furrowed.
Immediately, his gaze fell upon a thin, middle-aged man in his fifties standing beside the elder.
This man did not look remarkable, but his face gave Chen Fan a sense of familiarity.
Entering the hall, the elder swept his gaze around, not noticing Chen Fan, and asked in a deep voice, "What is going on?"
He Yifeng was overjoyed at the sound. He subtly glanced at the thin man and said, "I didn't expect Mr. Luo to be alarmed. I am ashamed. If I can resolve these troubles, I will definitely pay my respects to you afterward, Mr. Luo!"
"What happened? How did it escalate to this?"
His gaze swept over the familiar faces of the kneeling people, and Mr. Luo asked in surprise, "Young He, you are a prominent figure yourself, how did you get forced into this situation?"
"I am ashamed, Mr. Luo. Your junior has shallow roots and is bound to be bullied. I hope Old Mr. Luo can help me!"
"Brother Luo, Young He has always admired you. He has wanted to visit you countless times with utmost courtesy. Now that he's in trouble, Brother Luo, you cannot stand idly by!"
The thin, middle-aged man also said.
"Haha, as Brother Ma puts it. If I can help, I will do my best!"
Mr. Luo laughed. "I fear my influence may not be that great!"
Though he said this, Mr. Luo's face revealed a hint of pride, clearly proud of his status and influence.
"Then I will trouble Brother Luo to mediate!"
The thin man said.
He Yifeng also gestured towards Chen Fan.
Mr. Luo looked at Chen Fan. Upon seeing Chen Fan's face, his expression changed in surprise, disbelief etched on his features.
His face tightened, and he quickly strode up to Chen Fan, respectfully exclaiming, "Mr. Chen!"
All eyes focused on Chen Fan and Mr. Luo. Seeing this, everyone's eyelids twitched violently.
Chen Fan's cold gaze fixed on Mr. Luo, offering no response.
Mr. Luo's forehead beaded with sweat. He quickly explained, "I didn't know it was you. If I had known, I would never have dared to get involved in such a matter."
"Is that so?"
Chen Fan's tone turned sharp. "With Mr. Luo's great influence, if I were to be ungrateful, would I have to pay a terrible price?"
Mr. Luo's cold sweat intensified. He said in a low voice, "Mr. Chen is joking. Everything I have is from Mr. Chen. I truly did not know you were here."
Seeing that Mr. Luo was genuinely unaware, Chen Fan's expression softened slightly. "Since you are here, sit down and watch!"
Mr. Luo wiped the sweat from his face, feeling his back soaked through.
As one of the nine shareholders of Shengshi, Luo Jiuzhang did not know Chen Fan's background, but he knew how terrifying this man was.
Moreover, everything he had was given to him by Chen Fan. When he was in distress, if he had not become a shareholder of Shengshi, he would not have achieved all this today.
Relieved, Luo Jiuzhang pulled over a chair and sat down, only half-seated.
This scene stunned everyone in the gambling hall, finding it utterly incomprehensible.
The thin man who had accompanied Luo Jiuzhang's eyes showed a shadow, and his body suddenly shrank back.
He Yifeng's face turned ashen, and an unprecedented despair rose in his heart.
He knew Luo Jiuzhang. This was the connection that the people behind him had tried every means to find.
In other words, Luo Jiuzhang was his biggest trump card.
But Luo Jiuzhang's current behavior indicated that Chen Fan's background was far greater than he had imagined, so great that it made him suffocated, and all his hopes felt shattered.
"Mr. Ma, or should I call you Uncle Ma?" Chen Fan suddenly spoke, his voice leisurely.
The thin man who was shrinking back stiffened, then hesitated before slowly turning around to face Chen Fan and ask, "Who exactly are you?"
"Uncle Ma seems to have forgotten me?"
Chen Fan said, hands behind his back. "Fifteen years ago, in front of children coerced and controlled by your gang, you played the role of the good cop, appearing sincere and close to every child you lured or kidnapped!"
"Now, you have long forgotten those children you feigned comforting, who were turned into your money-making machines!"
"But you didn't expect it, I still remember you!"
Chen Fan's words caused an uproar in the hall.
The kneeling socialites wore expressions of disbelief.
"Mr. Ma, who has assets worth over a hundred million and is a prominent figure in Hangzhou's business circles, actually did such a thing?"
"Impossible, could Ma Zhiguan be so wicked, to do something so heinous?"
"This Chen fellow must be framing him!"
"..."
Most people still didn't believe it, as this thin man was well-known among Hangzhou's elite and had close dealings with many of them.
Only Luo Jiuzhang's expression shook violently, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead again.
From his understanding of Chen Fan, he knew that Chen Fan's words carried immense weight and there was no possibility of fabrication or framing.
He understood why Chen Fan had gone to such lengths!
Ma Zhiguan, who had a good relationship with him and always catered to his preferences, was actually a member of an illegal gang that trafficked and coerced children.
Such a person was truly guilty of grave sins. To have had close dealings with such a person! Falling into Mr. Chen's hands was a fate worse than death!
Ma Zhiguan's expression shifted multiple times, then his tone suddenly became calm. "I don't know you at all. What are you talking about!"
"You don't know me?"
Chen Fan said indifferently. "It doesn't matter, I know you!"
Saying this, he gestured with his hand.
Qin Tianyou, understanding the implication, his eyes filled with killing intent, walked towards Ma Zhiguan.
"What... what do you want to do?"
Ma Zhiguan's face changed slightly, and he said, "This is a society governed by law. I have hundreds of millions in assets. If you dare to touch me, you will be severely punished!"
Qin Tianyou lifted him up, brought him before Chen Fan, and pressed him down.
"I'll give you a chance. Besides He Yifeng, who else is there?"
Chen Fan scanned the room and asked calmly.
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
Ma Zhiguan gritted his teeth and said, "You say I kidnapped and coerced children. Do you have evidence?"
Chen Fan smiled and said, "I'm not a police officer. Why would I need evidence?"
As he spoke, he suddenly reached out and grabbed one of Ma Zhiguan's arms, twisting it.
With a crack, Ma Zhiguan's arm twisted at a one hundred and eighty-degree angle.
His agonizing scream echoed, sending chills down the spines of the kneeling socialites!