"Mr. Long, have you arrived at Shengshi Group yet?"
Han Shuying took a deep breath and asked softly.
Her expression, her demeanor, her tone…
Stunned everyone present.
Was this still the beautiful CEO known as the "Ice Mountain Demoness"?
The charm of this Mr. Long was truly unparalleled!
For a moment, everyone's anticipation for this mysterious Mr. Long grew even stronger.
They all wanted to see who this person was.
However, the voice that then came from the phone made the nine major directors jump up from their seats as if their bottoms were on fire.
"I arrived long ago and am now being held in a small conference room on the twentieth floor!"
"What?"
The nine directors' expressions changed in unison!
…
After Wang Zhi saw Huang Bowen off, he returned to the conference room with his repeated instructions.
"Speak, where did you steal this Zijing Dragon Card from?"
Wang Zhi looked at Chen Fan, who was sitting upright, resting with his eyes closed, and not even glancing at him. His anger boiled within him.
Chen Fan's face remained calm, his expression serene as he said, "If I were you, I would be kneeling and begging for mercy right now."
"Begging for mercy?" Wang Zhi sneered dismissively. "You should be the one begging for mercy!"
"Oh really?"
Chen Fan retorted, the smile on his lips deepening.
"It seems you won't confess without experiencing some hardship."
Wang Zhi sneered, signaled to the two men beside him, and they immediately stepped forward, restraining Chen Fan's shoulders.
Chen Fan allowed them to hold him, not struggling, not resisting, not even moving an inch.
The show was about to begin.
He, of course, had to play his role well.
Wang Zhi, holding a book in his left hand and a hammer in his right, weighed them in his hands and walked towards Chen Fan with a sneer.
The two security guards looked conflicted.
One of them frowned and said, "Manager Wang, are we going too far with this?"
"Hmph, I know what I'm doing. You don't need to interrupt!"
Wang Zhi reprimanded the security guard, who immediately dared not speak.
Wang Zhi leaned close to Chen Fan's ear and whispered, "If you are sensible, admit early that you stole the card, and spare yourself further physical suffering!"
After speaking, he straightened up, placed the book against Chen Fan's chest, and swung the hammer with a ferocious expression.
"Have you thought about it? Do you really want to do this?"
Chen Fan's expression remained as calm as ever, so calm that it made Wang Zhi feel uneasy.
"What, are you scared?"
"Too late!"
Wang Zhi snorted coldly, his expression becoming even more ferocious.
But just as he was about to swing down forcefully, the conference room door was kicked open with a loud bang.
Wang Zhi was startled by the sudden noise, and the hammer almost fell from his hand.
He suddenly turned his head and saw a man with a sharp face, his arms covered in knife scars, wearing a white vest, rushing in.
"Wang Zhi, you have quite the gall!"
The man in the white vest roared, making Wang Zhi tremble all over.
"Dao… Brother Dao!"
Wang Zhi couldn't help but swallow, feeling a chill down his spine.
This man before him was known as the "Number One Ruthless Man in Hang Jiang," Brother Dao!
Although he didn't know why Brother Dao had suddenly barged in, he could tell from the other man's expression.
Brother Dao was furious!
"Heh heh, Brother Dao, how come you…"
Wang Zhi sheepishly put down the hammer and was about to speak when he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.
Then he was sent flying backward, crashing into the conference table with a loud bang, nearly breaking his waist.
"Ouch!"
Wang Zhi clutched his waist, cried out in pain, and got up, roaring at Brother Dao, "Chen Dao, are you… are you crazy?"
"This is my doing. Do you have any objections?"
Suddenly, a cold, deep voice rang out.
Wang Zhi's heart skipped a beat, and he almost peed himself.
He looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a retro suit, his hair meticulously combed, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking as refined as a university professor, striding in.
"Big Brother!"
Chen Dao immediately went behind the middle-aged man, showing extreme respect.
"Director Jiang…"
Wang Zhi said tremblingly, his previous dissatisfaction vanishing instantly.
This refined man before him was Jiang Tiansheng, one of the nine directors of Shengshi Group.
However, this was not what terrified Wang Zhi.
What truly frightened him was his other identity: Master Jiang of the Yu Long Association!
The uncrowned king of Hang Jiang's underground world!
A super formidable figure who had once swept through Hang Jiang's underground world single-handedly, silencing all other forces.
"Master… Master Jiang, I…"
Wang Zhi spoke halfway, but could not continue.
Because he saw that behind Jiang Tiansheng, the other eight directors of Shengshi Group were pouring in.
Each of them had anxiety, fear, tension, and relief written on their faces…
In addition, there was excitement, elation, and anticipation…
He couldn't imagine how these two sets of emotions could appear on these people simultaneously.
But before he could ponder further, the actions of Jiang Tiansheng and the other nine directors petrified him.
"Mr. Long!"
Jiang Tiansheng took a step forward, approaching Chen Fan, and bowed respectfully with his body bent, his expression extremely devout.
Then, the other eight directors stepped forward in unison.
Bowed!
Saluted!
Greeted!
Three actions, executed in one seamless flow.
Mr.… Mr. Long?
Wang Zhi's heart raced.
When his gaze met Chen Fan's, he felt a surge of blood rush to his head, his vision went black, and he fainted on the spot…
Top-floor conference room.
The nine directors sat upright on both sides of the conference room like elementary school students.
They looked at Chen Fan with burning eyes, their faces seemingly calm, but their hearts churning like stormy seas.
They never imagined that the legendary Mr. Long would actually be sitting before them!
This was all too surreal!
"Mr. Long, we…"
Jiang Tiansheng was about to speak and report to Chen Fan on the state of Shengda Group over the past few years, but was interrupted by Chen Fan.
"Listen carefully, everyone. I've called you here today for only one purpose!"
The nine directors immediately perked up, pricked up their ears, and listened intently.
Chen Fan paused, his expression solemn as he said, "Use all the energy at your disposal and investigate one matter for me!"
"Mr. Long, please give your orders. We will do our utmost!"
Chen Fan nodded, turned to look out the window, gazing at the entire Hang Jiang. His thoughts seemed to drift back to a night fifteen years ago.
Back then, if not for her desperate effort to pull him out of that dungeon, he probably wouldn't be the undefeated War God he was today!
Seeing this, the nine directors did not dare to rush.
They all waited respectfully, not daring to show the slightest impatience.
After a long while, Chen Fan returned from his memories.
He sighed softly and said slowly, "Go and investigate for me. Fifteen years ago, the little girl who was abducted by human traffickers in Binjiang Street, Hang Jiang City, was it Su Yingxia?"
"If it wasn't her, then where is that girl now? Find out everything clearly!"
He paused, then continued, "Whoever finds a clue first will be the next chairman of Shengshi Group!"
"Whoosh!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the people below could no longer sit still. Their breathing became heavy, and their eyes were filled with longing.
Chen Fan was satisfied with their reaction, but still warned, "I'm only giving you three days. Remember, only three days. If you don't find it, all of you get out of Shengshi Group!"
The nine directors' expressions changed collectively!
"And—"
Chen Fan's tone shifted, and his gaze instantly became sharp.