Chapter 475 Su Yue and her child wreak havoc in the parking lot!

“Oh! Mrs. Su!” Mr. Smith ignored Lin Zhihong’s outstretched hand and rushed straight to Su Yue, his enthusiasm as if he had seen his long-lost mother. “We’ve finally found you! Regarding the European agency rights for ‘Eternal Light,’ we are willing to add two percentage points to the original offer! Also, this is a gift my wife specially asked me to bring you, as a way of thanking you for saving her marriage!”

Immediately afterwards, several more wealthy socialites from Hong Kong surrounded them.

"Miss Su! I'm Mrs. Li! I didn't have a chance to say hello at the hotel last time. This is some Pu'er tea that my husband has been saving. Please have a taste!"

"Miss Su, I heard your young master likes guns? My family happens to have a shooting club..."

The once quiet and deserted main table was instantly transformed into a bustling market.

Lin Zhihong and Lin Yaozu, who were left out, became the superfluous ones.

Chen Manni hid behind the crowd, watching Su Yue being fawned over by everyone, and was so jealous that she broke her fingernails.

She couldn't understand how a country bumpkin from the mainland could suddenly become a god of wealth that even foreigners fawned over.

"This is impossible..." Lin Zhihong slumped into his chair, looking at the scene before him, feeling as if the sky had fallen. His network of connections and channels, which he was so proud of, were as fragile as paper in the face of absolute technological monopoly and capital.

Su Yue raised her head from the crowd and raised her glass to Lin Zhihong.

The red wine swirled in the glass, reflecting her stunningly beautiful face.

"Chairwoman Lin, times have changed," she said softly, then downed the wine in her glass in one gulp.

It was late at night when the banquet ended.

The sea breeze from Victoria Harbour carried moisture and dispelled the smell of alcohol from my clothes.

Gu Ping'an fell asleep on Gu Beichen's shoulder, still clutching the sandalwood pistol tightly in his hand.

Gu Ningjing was being led by Su Yue. The little girl was full of energy and was studying the gold foil stamping process on the business cards she had just received.

The underground parking lot was empty, with only the footsteps of a family of four echoing in the background.

"That old fox won't admit defeat so easily." Gu Beichen suddenly stopped and lifted Gu Ping'an up a bit, his previously relaxed muscles instantly tensing up.

"Even a cornered dog will jump over a wall, let alone a person." Su Yue casually adjusted the collar of her coat, seemingly unaware of the faint murderous aura in the surrounding air. "But if this wall is too high, you might break your leg if you can't jump over it."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen blinding headlights suddenly turned on, illuminating the dimly lit parking lot as if it were daytime.

Seven or eight modified vans rushed out from all directions and surrounded Gu Beichen's family.

The car door opened, and dozens of tattooed men carrying steel pipes and watermelon knives jumped out.

Lin Yaozu stepped out of a black sedan, toying with a switchblade in his hand, a ferocious smile on his face.

"Su Yue, I was going to leave you a way out, but you're asking for it." Lin Yaozu spat. "So what if you got the shares? In Hong Kong, some things you can take but don't live to enjoy. If you know what's good for you, hand over the transfer agreement and the formula, and have your husband kowtow to me three times, and I'll consider leaving you with a whole corpse."

Su Yue sighed, pulled Gu Ningjing behind her, and covered the little girl's eyes.

"Commander Gu, someone wants you to kowtow."

"I heard you."

Gu Beichen switched the sleeping Gu Ping'an to his other arm, steadily supporting the child with one arm.

He freed his right hand and slowly unbuttoned the top button of his Zhongshan suit.

"A few minutes?" Su Yue asked.

"Three minutes." Gu Beichen cracked his wrist slightly. "The child is asleep. I don't want to wake him."

"Arrogant!" Lin Yaozu was enraged. "Attack! Cripple the men, take the women away!"

A group of thugs charged forward, roaring. Steel pipes sliced ​​through the air, creating a whistling sound.

Gu Beichen didn't move. He only moved when the first steel pipe was about to hit his head.

Turn to the side and lift your leg.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple front kick.

"Bang!"

The thug at the front was hit as if by a speeding train; he flew seven or eight meters backward, knocking over a group of people behind him.

Gu Beichen didn't even put his feet on the ground; using the power of his waist, he executed a spinning kick that precisely struck the attacker's chin from the side.

"Crack." The sound of bone breaking made your teeth ache.

Gu Ping'an in his arms was still sleeping soundly, and even smacked his lips.

Gu Beichen was like a moving steel sculpture, holding a baby in one arm and strolling leisurely through the crowd with only his right hand and two legs.

This wasn't a fight at all; it was a one-sided crushing defeat.

Those gang thugs who were usually brave and fierce were as slow as doing calisthenics in front of this reconnaissance soldier who had crawled out of a hail of bullets.

Every time Gu Beichen made a move, it was accompanied by a scream and a body falling to the ground. He even had the leisure to avoid the splattered blood so as not to stain his son's clothes.

Two minutes later.

People were lying haphazardly in the parking lot, their cries of pain echoing throughout.

Only Lin Yaozu remained standing. The switchblade in his hand was trembling, and his crotch was soaked, emitting a foul stench of urine.

"You... are you a human or a ghost?" Lin Yaozu's teeth chattered as he watched Gu Beichen approach step by step.

“I am a soldier.” Gu Beichen walked up to him and looked down at him. “On the battlefield, someone like you usually doesn’t survive past the first episode.”

He reached out his right hand and grabbed Lin Yaozu's wrist, which was holding the knife.

Apply a little force.

"Ah—!" Lin Yaozu let out a pig-like scream as his wrist bent at an eerie angle, and the switchblade clattered to the ground.

"Who did you just say you were going to cripple?" Gu Beichen's voice was soft, but colder than the sea breeze on this winter night.

"Wrong...wrong! I was blind to your greatness! Great hero, spare my life! Miss Su, spare my life!" Lin Yaozu cried bitterly, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing frantically.

Su Yue released her hand from Gu Ningjing's eyes and stepped forward.

“Young Master Lin, your memory isn’t very good.” She squatted down and patted Lin Yaozu’s face, which was swollen like a pig’s head, with the hard equity transfer document. “I said before that violence can’t solve problems, but it can solve the people who create them.”

“Go back and tell your uncle.” Su Yue stood up, her eyes sharp. “Tomorrow morning at nine o’clock, I want to see all the directors at the Lin Group Building. If they are even a minute late, I will sell all 35 percent of these shares to his arch-enemy.”

"Get lost." Gu Beichen spat out a single word.

Lin Yaozu felt like he had been granted a pardon. He scrambled into the car, not even caring about his men, and sped out of the parking lot.

"Are you alright?" Su Yue turned to look at Gu Beichen.

"Your clothes are dirty." Gu Beichen glanced at the speck of dust on his cuff with some disdain. "You'll have to hand wash them when you get back."

Gu Ping'an, who was in his arms, woke up groggily and rubbed his eyes: "Dad, why is it so noisy? Is dinner ready?"

"Okay, the feast has begun." Gu Beichen bounced him up a little. "But after we finish eating, let's go home."