Zhang Feiyang's legs flailed wildly as he struggled desperately, yet he couldn't break free from the restraints. His entire face was pressed into a plate, suffocating him until he nearly passed out.
The private room echoed with his spine-chilling screams.
Director Wang, who had originally been scheming how to cozy up to Liu Yutong and manipulate her using industry tactics, was now utterly terrified, his soul seemingly fleeing his body.
Zhao Junjie was filled with regret, cursing himself for removing his phone battery to let the waiters charge it earlier. Now, he couldn’t even call for help, his heart pounding in panic.
What’s worse, he had some past conflicts with Liu Yutong—she definitely wouldn’t let him off easily.
Aside from those who were meeting Liu Yutong for the first time, even those familiar with her, like Xue Linna, were now deathly pale.
Though she had long known her junior was a mafia princess with a ruthless streak, she had never actually witnessed her in action before.
Even earlier at the night market, when they were surrounded by men in black, they hadn’t dared to get close, so they had no idea what had really happened—only the screams from inside reached their ears.
This was the first time she had seen Liu Yutong and her people act up close.
The sheer brutality of it made her heart race in terror.
She should have felt vindicated seeing Sun Feiyang getting what he deserved, but instead, she felt nothing but dread.
Even Su Qing, the seasoned and composed career woman, couldn’t help but twitch her eyelids.
Are girls these days really this violent?
Moments later.
The entertainment industry big shots in the private room, who were usually used to throwing their weight around, gradually regained their composure, their faces dark with anger.
They glanced at the still-struggling Sun Feiyang, then at the black-clad young woman sitting calmly at the head of the table, a faint smirk playing on her lips.
Finally, someone couldn’t take it anymore and stood up.
"What… what are you doing? Committing assault in broad daylight? This is lawless!"
Mao Yong, the CEO of Qiyu Media, slammed the table and roared, "Who the hell do you think you are, little girl? Do you even know who we are? What kind of occasion this is? Release Mr. Sun now, or else—"
"Or else what?" Liu Yutong turned to Mao Yong, her beautiful eyes gleaming with curiosity, as if eager to hear what he’d say next.
Mao Yong choked on his words, suddenly too afraid to continue.
But while he hesitated, someone else dared to speak up.
"Call the police! We have to call the police!"
"This is outrageous! Public assault—is there no law anymore? I’ll make sure you pay for this!"
Seeing others rallying for the police, Zhao Junjie found some courage and jumped up, pointing at Liu Yutong. "Yes, call the police! Liu Yutong, don’t think you can get away with this just because you’ve got numbers! This is Bright Pearl City—we have laws here!"
With no way to reach his father for help, he could only shamefully resort to using the cops as a threat.
Hearing this, Liu Yutong couldn’t help but laugh.
"I never thought the young master of the East Sea Syndicate would resort to calling the police."
"Fine, go ahead. I’ll wait right here."
"Oh, and do you all have phones? Or do you need me to lend you one?"
With that, she gestured gracefully. "Go on, make the call."
Director Wang and the others immediately pulled out their phones, but just as they were about to dial, they froze—unsure whether to proceed or not.
Mostly, they feared a trap.
What if she turned on them the moment they called the police?
They’d all seen what happened to Sun Feiyang.
Seeing their cowardice, Liu Yutong lost interest. Then, to everyone’s shock, she took out her own phone and dialed the police herself.
Seconds later, the call connected.
"I’d like to report an accomplice to a murder suspect. The location is Lakeside Hotel…"
After hanging up, she looked at the stunned faces around her.
Madness! This woman was absolutely insane!
Calling the cops on herself—and reporting a murder charge, no less?
Either she was completely untouchable, knowing a false report would only earn her a slap on the wrist…
Or she really was planning to kill someone here.
Everyone’s gaze instinctively returned to Sun Feiyang, who was now barely struggling, and a chill ran down their spines.
Liu Yutong decided it was enough and gave Yun Cheng a signal.
Yun Cheng immediately released his grip.
Sun Feiyang gasped for air like a man reborn.
When he looked at Liu Yutong again, his eyes were filled with sheer terror.
He finally understood why she had returned unharmed.
It wasn’t that the erasers had gone after the wrong person—they had probably been dealt with by this girl.
"Go wash your face. You’re disgusting to look at," Liu Yutong commanded, her brows furrowed in distaste.
Sun Feiyang didn’t dare hesitate, scrambling out of the private room like a frightened animal.
He would have bolted straight out of the hotel if not for the sight of the corridor packed with black-clad men. Instead, he obediently headed to the restroom to clean up.
Meanwhile.
Liu Yutong surveyed the mess on the table and ordered, "Clear it all. Bring fresh dishes."
In moments, a group of men in black entered, swiftly removing every dish and cleaning up so thoroughly it was as if the group had just arrived, waiting for their meal.
Whether the hotel had been forewarned or recognized Liu Yutong’s status, they were prepared.
Almost as soon as the old dishes were taken away, a new, even more lavish spread was served—a display of efficiency that impressed even the jaded industry veterans like Mao Yong.
Yet, despite the fresh meal before them, no one dared to lift their chopsticks. They all sat stiffly, as if perched on needles.
Liu Yutong glanced around and spoke again. "I apologize for disrupting your meal. This one’s on me—please, enjoy while it’s hot."
Even so, not a single person moved to eat.
