No one had anticipated that Liu Yutong and her people would suddenly strike, and with such ruthless ferocity at that.
The tension in the private room instantly became palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife.
Master Jiu looked at Ah Qi rolling on the floor in agony, clutching his arm, the veins on his forehead bulging. Then, he whipped his head around to glare at Yun Cheng, who was whispering something to the black-clad men behind him.
"What the hell are you muttering about? Just drop dead!"
Of course, he only thought this to himself and didn't utter a word out loud.
"Liu Yutong, isn't that enough? You've beaten the man, vented your anger. Can we sit down and have a proper talk now?"
"If you don't want to talk, then let's just settle this with our fists!"
"Let me be straight with you. I brought all my men today, they're right downstairs. One word from me, and you won't be leaving this establishment!"
When Master Jiu came, he had anticipated that Liu Yutong might not let things go easily, so he had brought his entire crew and even borrowed some men from other local bosses. In total, he had gathered two to three hundred guys.
Liu Yutong seemed to have heard a joke, sneering, "Master Jiu, are you trying to outnumber me? Why don't you take a look downstairs?"
Hearing this, Huang Yu was the first to stand up and walk to the floor-to-ceiling window, peering down.
With just one glance!
Huang Yu's pupils constricted sharply. For the first time, this titan of the business world wore an expression of sheer horror and shock on his face!
The scene below couldn't simply be described as lively!
The square in front of the Xingyi Hotel was now blanketed in a sea of black. Dense crowds of black-clad figures stood there silently, their sheer presence seeming to dim the very light around them.
Even from this height, one could feel the suffocating pressure they exuded!
The only slightly incongruous element was the faint sound of music, the tune of "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style," drifting up.
As for Master Jiu's two hundred-plus "social connections," they were now either lining up to get into police vans or scattering in all directions.
After all, their gathering was illegal, unlike the group downstairs, which had obtained prior approval for a formal assembly.
Seeing Huang Yu's reaction, Master Jiu's heart sank, a sense of foreboding instantly washing over him. He rushed to the window and looked down. When he saw the scene below, his face turned even grimmer.
So underhanded!
Damn it, they actually called the cops to chase and round up his men like chicks.
No wonder it was all black as far as the eye could see; his motley crew had vanished without a trace.
Liu Yutong walked to the window, standing shoulder to shoulder with the ashen-faced Master Jiu, looking down at the peculiar spectacle below.
"Master Jiu, do you still want to play the game of overwhelming with numbers?"
Master Jiu: "What do you actually want?!"
Just then, Liu Yutong's assistant, Su Mansu, returned, holding a stack of freshly prepared documents.
"Boss, the documents are ready."
Liu Yutong took them without even glancing at the contents, flipped directly to the signature page, accepted the pen Su Mansu handed her, and then turned to pass it all to Master Jiu.
"Sign it!"
"What is this?" Master Jiu was clearly unwilling.
"Either sign, or..." Liu Yutong had no intention of letting him read the contents, but her meaning was perfectly clear.
Master Jiu looked toward the richest man, Huang Yu.
Huang Yu sighed and said, "Sign it, just sign it. Consider it paying to avert disaster."
He obviously assumed these were some kind of compensation or settlement agreement.
Finally, with great reluctance, Master Jiu signed his name and pressed his thumbprint.
Only as the document was being closed did he catch a fleeting glimpse of a single character: 'Demolition.'
Demolition? Demolition of properties?
Did she also know about his and top tycoon Huang Yu's plans for the old neighborhood relocation project in Da Nan Cheng? Did she want a piece of the pie too?
Before he could figure out exactly what he had signed, the private room door was pushed open again, and two uniformed officers walked in.
The lead officer scanned the room, his gaze finally settling on Ah Qi, who was still kneeling on the floor, wailing.
"You're Liu Zhiqi, right? Come with us."
The faces of Master Jiu and Huang Yu changed once more. They hadn't anticipated officers coming up to make an arrest at all.
"It's a frame-up! Officers, they're the ones who beat me! I'm the victim here! Master Jiu, Master Jiu, save me!"
Master Jiu's face was livid, but he didn't dare utter a single word.
As a local boss who had operated in Da Nan Cheng for so many years, he was getting a profound lesson in what it meant when the tide turns against you.
His man gets beaten, and then gets hauled away by the officers instead.
It also showed just how ruthless the other side was. Venting their anger wasn't enough; they had to send the man to jail too.
They were playing for keeps!
Ah Qi was dragged out like a dead dog.
Deathly silence fell over the private room once again.
Liu Yutong gently smoothed her clothes and said, "Tonight's misunderstanding is temporarily resolved. Mr. Huang, I'll take my leave now."
It wasn't that she hadn't considered dealing with Master Jiu as well, but that would have been going too far. Huang Yu, the richest man, wasn't someone to be trifled with either. It was better to leave him a little face.
With that, she turned and left without a backward glance.
In the corridor.
Yun Cheng followed behind Liu Yutong and asked in a low voice, "Young Mistress, are we just letting Master Jiu off like that?"
Liu Yutong directly handed him the contract she was holding: "Naturally not."
Yun Cheng flipped through the contract. Seeing the large characters on the first page, he suddenly smiled.
