The group arrived at the equestrian venue that Zhou Chen had mentioned.

The first thing that catches the eye is a vast expanse of green grass, surrounded by a white wooden fence.

Exquisite and elegant, with a carved pillar at regular intervals.

On one side is a spacious stable, its wooden structure exuding a faint woody fragrance.

The stables were filled with the occasional neighing of horses, sometimes low, sometimes high, as if they were communicating with each other or greeting new guests.

The horse trainers busily moved about, some brushing the horses' coats, others checking their hooves; their movements were skilled and gentle.

The stands were already packed with people, filled with cheers and laughter.

The children ran excitedly between the seats, their eyes full of curiosity and anticipation, constantly asking all sorts of questions about equestrianism.

The young people gathered in small groups, enthusiastically discussing the upcoming match.

Waving small colorful flags, they cheered for their favorite riders.

Some equestrian enthusiasts were intently observing the arena, professional cameras in hand, ready to capture the exciting moments.

Zhou Chen affectionately linked arms with his petite girlfriend.

With a calm smile on her face, she led Chu Wuyang and Jing Min towards the stands.

Since we arrived at the last minute and no private seats were arranged in advance, we had no choice but to squeeze into the regular area with everyone else.

Chu Wuyang followed Zhou Chen with great joy, filled with anticipation for the upcoming event.

Jing Min frowned, irritably tugged at the tie around his neck, and then reluctantly followed behind.

As soon as Zhou Chen and his group appeared, the people in the stands who were chatting and joking in twos and threes suddenly erupted into a frenzy.

One of them, a guy with dyed yellow hair and a sleazy appearance, stretched his neck and yelled in a strange voice:

"Oh, isn't this Young Master Zhou?"

"They said some VIPs were coming, but they stood us up. They finally showed up!"

As he spoke, his lecherous eyes kept glancing behind Zhou Chen.

When he saw Chu Wuyang, his eyes widened instantly, his amazement evident. He then jokingly said in a cheeky tone:

"Having our little sister Keke isn't enough, where did you find this pretty little sister from?"

"Absolutely stunning!"

The other spoiled brats also joined in the commotion, shouting and yelling all at once:

"Come on, little sister, sit next to your big brother, and I'll show you some fun games!"

They chattered away, making a great commotion, completely oblivious to Zhou Chen's increasingly gloomy gaze, which carried a clear warning.

At this moment, a spoiled brat, drunk and flushed, staggered to his feet.

She staggered toward Chu Wuyang, reaching out to grab Chu Wuyang's slender wrist.

At this critical moment, a powerful hand shot out like lightning and gripped his wrist tightly.

Before anyone could react, a crisp "crack" was heard, and the young master's wrist was dislocated.

He screamed in pain instantly, sobering up considerably. Enraged, he wanted to teach the man a lesson.

But when he looked up and met Jing Min's cold, deep eyes, like a frozen pool,

His initial anger was instantly extinguished as if doused with a bucket of ice water.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and he cried out in a trembling voice:

"Mr. Jing..."

Others who were a little further away heard the commotion and looked over curiously.

The group of people, who had been laughing and joking, suddenly froze, their expressions turning serious and tense.

They watched helplessly as Jing Min broke their friend's wrist, but no one dared to step forward to stop him or help.

After all, Jing Min, despite his young age, was already quite famous among these privileged young men; everyone knew him.

Which of their parents doesn't use Jingmin as a positive role model for educating their own spendthrift sons all the time?

Jingmin's ruthless and decisive methods in the business world are often used as a classic case study by their parents for them to learn from.

Now that I've actually met him in person, and it seems I even accidentally offended him,

The thought of Jing Min's awe-inspiring status and position filled everyone present with immense tension.

A terrifying thought even flashed through my mind:

Who knows, my family might disappear from Haicheng completely tomorrow because of this.

Meanwhile, Zhou Chen looked relaxed and carefree, as if everything happening before his eyes was nothing more than a trivial matter and not worth making a fuss about.

He held his girlfriend tightly in his arms, and even pretended to pull her closer to him, as if to comfort her.

With his other hand, he picked up the wine glass the waiter had just brought, took a small sip, and then sighed with regret:

"Sigh, I gave you guys a hint and warned you, but you still insisted on provoking them. You just asked for trouble..."

At this moment, someone in the crowd with a modicum of sense quickly stepped forward to break the chilling silence.

He was all smiles, his expression extremely respectful, and he jogged forward to greet her, saying repeatedly:

"Oh dear, we were blind to your greatness and had no idea that you, Mr. Jing, would grace us with your presence."

"President Jing, come, come, please take a seat here."

As he spoke, he anxiously reached out and forcefully slapped the person next to him who was still standing there dumbfounded.

The companion, who had been standing there stunned, suddenly snapped out of his daze and hurriedly began offering his seat.

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