"Damn! What's going on?"

At this moment, Old Tan, who had rushed in, suddenly blurted out a sentence.

His hand trembled, and the two breach of contract papers slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

The entrance was in a mess, with scorch marks left by the arc gun everywhere.

The atmosphere on the sixteenth floor suddenly became very oppressive.

No one dared to make a move anymore.

Lin Dong's name is now widely known in Hong Kong and Macau.

Handsome Kun secretly groaned:

I have no idea what bad luck I have had today, that this god of death has come knocking on my door.

Could it be that the person Li Jiaxin mentioned earlier is Lin Dong?

Holy crap, that's a huge problem.

“Brother Kun, you’ve just become the boss, and your temper has grown quite a bit.”

Lin Dong patted the small hands that were tugging at his clothes, glanced at Li Jiaxin, and indicated that everything was fine and he would handle the rest.

He slowly walked up to Old Man Tan, bent down and picked up the contract paper from the ground.

"Two hundred million?" he asked calmly. "Handsome Kun, you really want it?"

"Mr. Dong... you're joking." A swallowing sound echoed in Liang Kun's Adam's apple. "Miss Li's bill..."

"It's not an account," Lin Dong said casually, glancing at the contract. "It's a penalty for breach of contract."

"Or we can try a different algorithm."

Lin Dong continued:

"Miss Li's agency contract has a penalty of 20 million for breach of contract, right? With interest compounding, it will reach 200 million. Boss Kun should replace his math teacher."

“What you say is true, Mr. Dong. I… I’ve never been good at math. Mr. Dong, I didn’t know Miss Li was your friend before. It was a misunderstanding.”

Liang Kun jumped up from the sofa, his legs feeling weak.

“You’ve misunderstood. Miss Li isn’t my friend. We’re not close,” Lin Dong said with a sneer.

"This... what does Master Dong mean?" Liang Kun's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"It's nothing. Since Miss Li wants to terminate the contract, why not give me some face and let her go?"

Lin Dong shook the contract in his hand and looked at Liang Kun.

“Of course, of course. It’s normal for Miss Li to leave since her heart isn’t here anymore,” Liang Kun replied repeatedly, secretly wiping away a bead of cold sweat.

"Aren't you going to take the 200 million?" Lin Dong asked.

"I won't accept it."

"How much? Twenty million?"

"Uh, it's just a small amount of money, consider it my donation to Master Dong for tea."

"Isn't that a bad idea? Wouldn't you be at a huge disadvantage?" Lin Dong laughed.

"It's not a loss, it's not a loss. There are plenty of female stars in Licheng Entertainment... Since you, Master Dong, have asked to release them, I naturally won't force them to stay." Liang Kun tried his best to force a flattering smile.

"Really? Release it?" Lin Dong held up the contract. "Then I'm going to tear it up."

"Tear it up," Liang Kun said with a fawning smile. "Please do as you please, Mr. Dong."

Hiss~

Li Jiaxin watched as Lin Dong tore up the contract, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

She suddenly realized that the man who had fallen from the sky was becoming increasingly radiant and attractive.

"Thank you for your generosity, Boss Kun. In three days, I will host a banquet at the Longteng Building to entertain all the big shots in the underworld. Boss Kun, please do me the honor of attending."

Lin Dong stuffed the scraps of paper into Tan Laogui's hand and patted his broad shoulder affectionately:

"From now on, Miss Li is a member of my Dragon Pictures."

Liang Kun's lips twitched almost imperceptibly a few times before he quickly responded:

"Congratulations, Miss Li, on finding such a good employer. Uh... Mr. Dong is inviting me to dinner? That would be an honor, I'll definitely be there!"

Lin Dong nodded, turned around and waved to Li Jiaxin: "Where are you going? I'll give you a ride."

Li Jiaxin composed himself and followed Lin Dong out of the hall.

Throughout the entire time, apart from Lin Dong and Liang Kun, no one else in the hall dared to make a sound.

Almost five minutes after the two left, Liang Kun finally sat down with a limp, weak thud.

The clothes on my back were completely wet.

That was close!

Tan Laogui stepped forward, his face contorted with worry, and asked, "Boss, are we just going to let it go like this?"

Snap!

A slap landed on Old Tan's fat face.

You know nothing!

Liang Kun was just looking for a place to vent his anger, so why not give him a few more beatings this time?

Clap clap clap!

Three more big shovels in a row.

"Do you even know who he is? It's Lin Dong! Of all people to mess with, why the hell do you dare mess with him?"

Still reeling from the shock, Liang Kun felt he had lost face in front of his men:

"Use your pig brain, will you? If you want to die, go die yourself, don't drag me into it, get lost!"

With a long face, Old Tan scurried out of the room in a panic.

"What the hell is that?!"

Liang Kun turned his head and shouted at his men:

"Quick! Find me a comfortable room, and bring two more women over."

"Damn it, I'm so hot-tempered!"

The sirens blaring from the East Point Shopping Mall in the distance showed no signs of stopping.

The floor-to-ceiling windows trembled slightly.

Liang Kun felt even more agitated. He didn't want to think about anything anymore; he just wanted to vent.

..............................................

"Mr. Lin, thank you so much this time!"

On the way back, Li Jiaxin expressed his sincere gratitude.

She and Lin Dong got into a taxi together, though she found it strange that the man hadn't driven today.

"It was nothing," Lin Dong replied calmly.

“But…it’s a huge favor to me.” Li Jiaxin’s pretty face flushed slightly.

The man's domineering presence in front of those underworld figures had captivated her.

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