All the equipment was state-of-the-art, and everyone was doing their work in an orderly manner.

This work environment is far superior to that of many other groups under the Lu Group.

The elevator reached the 28th floor.

The receptionist smiled and gestured for us to proceed.

This left Lu Jiwen, who was already seething with anger, with nowhere to vent his frustration.

The president's office is right outside his secretariat.

The secretaries merely glanced at him upon his arrival before continuing with their work.

Lu Jiwen: "..."

He quickened his pace, walked directly to the door of the president's office, and then kicked it hard.

However, the door, which didn't look very sturdy, made Lu Jiwen's legs go numb and almost cramp up from the pain.

The bodyguards greeted him one after another.

Some members of the secretariat chuckled, while others remained silent.

Someone reminded him, "All of our facilities at TL are the most robust and advanced. This door in front of you can't be broken by bullets or cannons. If you want to get in, you'd better knock properly."

"Pfft, hahaha."

The secretaries made no attempt to hide their mockery.

"President of Lu's Group? He has no manners at all."

"Yeah, that's hilarious."

...

"Do you want to die?" The bodyguards pulled out their guns and pointed them at the secretariat.

The dozen or so secretaries almost simultaneously wiped the smiles off their faces, but instead of being afraid, they confronted the dozen or so bodyguards.

Even though the bodyguards had guns, they couldn't win in terms of presence.

The bodyguard captain had come from the battlefield; cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

He could see a strong killing intent emanating from the group of people opposite him who looked like they couldn't even kill a chicken.

Just as the two sides were at a standoff, the door to the president's office opened.

Lu Jiwen looked up and saw his second son sitting on the sofa. His well-defined hands picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup.

Lu Zhengye gave him a look, then smiled mockingly.

"Mr. Lu, are you planning to have your men injure my people so we can talk in jail if you don't come in?"

"It's you, it really is you, Lu Zhengye, is all of this your plan?" Lu Jiwen asked excitedly, rushing into the office.

"no."

As soon as Lu Zheng finished speaking, Lu Jiwen visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Zhengye chuckled, "I was just saying it casually, and you actually believed it, Mr. Lu?"

Lu Ji felt a pang of pain in his heart.

"Ah Ye, what do you mean?"

Lu Zhengye swept his cold gaze over her, "Don't call me by those two words, Lu Jiwen, you're not worthy."

“It really is you. You came back to Lucheng with us, back to the Lu family, just to seek revenge.”

“Yes, that’s right.” Lu Zhengye chuckled wickedly and admitted it directly.

Lu Jiwen first looked incredulous, then clutched his chest in anger.

He pointed at Lu Zhengye, furious, "Lu Zhengye, how dare you play your father like that!"

Lu Zhengye's expression hardened, and he threw the teacup filled with scalding hot water at Lu Jiwen's face.

Lu Jiwen barely dodged it, and could feel the steam from the teacup on his cheek.

"Who do you think you are?" Lu Zhengye asked coldly.

Lu Jiwen had never been mistreated in his life, and he couldn't stand his son standing above him and acting wildly.

He immediately drew his gun and aimed it at Lu Zhengye.

Lu Zhengye had already sensed his intentions and swiftly flipped over the coffee table to stand in front of him as he drew his gun.

He grabbed Lu Jiwen's wrist and twisted it hard.

Lu Jiwen is no longer young, and his skills are no match for Lu Zhengye.

He cried out in pain as the gun slipped from his hand. Lu Zhengye reached out, took the gun, and pressed it against Lu Jiwen's forehead.

The whole process took less than a few seconds, and even Lu Jiwen's bodyguards didn't have time to react.

Lu Zhengye gave a mocking smile, "You're not so good, President Lu."

Lu Jiwen glared angrily at his bodyguards, shouting, "Did I invite you here to starve? What are you waiting for?!"

Wei Qing pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said slowly, "Let's see who dares."

It was just an ordinary sentence, but the bodyguards felt a sense of oppression.

But since they get paid, they have to listen to their boss.

The bodyguards loaded their guns and pointed them at Lu Zhengye and Wei Qing.

But even faster than them were the secretariat.

They all took out pistols from the hidden drawers, the sound of them cocking them was synchronized, and they raised their guns almost at the same time as the bodyguards.

In contrast, the secretaries were more professional and more ruthless.

Lu Zhengye said calmly, "Mr. Lu, how about we see whose bullet is faster?"

Lu Ji was shocked and had to re-evaluate his son.

"When did you start cultivating your own power base?"

Lu Zhengye said lazily, "What do you think I did to survive on the Island of the Dead Slaves?"

Lu Jiwen's pupils dilated, "You..."

"That's right. When I was on Slave Island, I formed an organization to survive."

"I've put in a lot of effort over the years to bring you down, so Mr. Lu, if you don't die, wouldn't you be letting me down?"

Lu Jiwen's sense of authority as a father vanished completely in front of Lu Zhengye, replaced by a feeling of fear he had never experienced before.

Why don't you just kill me?

With Lu Zhengye's abilities, he had many opportunities to kill him directly, but he didn't.

"Killing you is too risky. It would be a bad deal if we died together. Only if you die and I live can it be considered revenge."

"And another thing is, death is too easy for you. I want you to be infamous for eternity, to tarnish the Lu family's reputation because of you, and to be so ashamed that you will have no face to see my mother or our ancestors."

After speaking, Lu Zhengye revealed an extremely cruel smile.

Lu Jiwen's mind went blank. His blood pressure rose, and he clutched his chest tightly with one hand while pointing at Lu Zhengye with the other, cursing, "You, you unfilial son."

"Well, as the saying goes, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too. Without a scum like you, how could a Yama like me have been born?"

On the Island of the Dead Slaves, Lu Zhengye is the King of Hell; whoever he wants dead will die.

Lu Jiwen's face turned ashen, and he struggled to breathe.

Lu Zhengye threw him on the ground with a look of disgust, along with his gun, at his feet.

In terms of combat prowess, he never took Lu Jiwen seriously.

Wei Qing handed over a handkerchief, which Lu Zhengye took and wiped his hands as if he had just touched something dirty.

The bodyguards helped Lu Jiwen up. "Call an ambulance quickly."

Lu Zheng grinned slyly, "Stop glaring at me, let's go to the hospital. It won't be fun if you die."

Before Lu Jiwen could speak, the bodyguards grabbed him and left.

The bodyguards were already filled with fear after seeing that the secretariat was made up of highly trained people.

Lu Jiwen took a while to recover in the car.

He called Lu Jing.

Lu Jing, who was feeding goldfish on the other end of the phone, looked utterly dejected upon hearing Lu Jiwen's words, and let the phone slip from his hand.