"ah--!"

The security captain felt a strong force on his wrist, and the stun gun fell to the ground with a loud thud.

"Catch them!"

The surrounding fans quickly swarmed forward and grabbed the security guards, holding them down tightly.

Some grabbed their waists, some locked their throats, and some even rode on top of them!

These security guards usually bully unarmed ordinary people, taking advantage of their uniforms and their status as protectors of "celebrities" to act arrogantly in front of some fans.

Where have I ever seen such a united and righteous fight against a common enemy?

Moreover, the fans outnumbered them, and before their stun guns could even be used, they were overwhelmed by the angry crowd.

The scene was chaotic for a moment, with screams, shouts, and the clattering of tables and chairs, but the situation was reversed in an instant.

Du Zhe snatched the stun gun, and without even looking at it, threw it aside.

He raised his hand and with a "slap," a crisp, loud, and powerful slap landed hard on the security captain's face!

"You bastard! Are you blind?! You dare to be arrogant in front of my master?! You even want to mess with my master's wife?! I think you don't know what death means!"

Du Zhe's forehead veins bulged, and he gritted his teeth, wishing he could devour this blind fool alive.

The security captain was so badly beaten that he saw stars and felt dizzy. Half of his cheek swelled up rapidly, and a trace of bright red blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

He had never suffered such a humiliation. He was usually the one who bossed others around, but today he was slapped in public by a mere brat.

He was both shocked and furious, but Du Zhe's iron-like hand held him firmly in place, preventing him from moving.

He could only roar, his voice trembling with fear: "You...you dare hit me? Do you even know who I work for? This is intentional assault! Let me tell you, kid, you're dead! You'll rot in jail! Dream Entertainment won't let you get away with this!"

Damn it, I really messed up today, I kicked a hornet's nest!

That kid's fucking ruthless! Once I get out of here, I'll have someone kill you!

The security captain was determined, but dared not provoke him further, for fear of getting another beating.

"Will he rot in jail?"

Upon hearing this, Du Zhe did not get angry but laughed instead, his smile filled with extreme contempt and disdain.

"You bunch of scum, you think you can put me in jail for the rest of my life? What a joke! Like a toad yawning—what a big mouth you have!"

He released the dazed security captain, pulled out the latest limited-edition phone from his pocket, and quickly tapped the screen to dial a number.

The call was quickly connected, and before the person on the other end could even ask polite questions, Du Zhe had already started criticizing.

His voice was filled with barely suppressed, overwhelming rage as he unleashed a deafening roar into the phone.

"Feng Yuxuan! How do you manage your subordinates?! Do you want me to clean house for you?!"

On the other end of the phone, Feng Yuxuan was in the president's office on the top floor of Dream Entertainment, dealing with a mountain of documents.

Today, she wore a well-tailored white business suit that perfectly accentuated her shapely figure. Her neat, shoulder-length short hair added a touch of dashing and heroic spirit, and her usually cool and aloof face appeared even more serious due to her focus.

Suddenly receiving a barrage of angry words from her cousin, which sounded like a lion's roar, she frowned slightly, somewhat stunned, and didn't react for a moment.

"Cousin? What happened? Who made you so angry?"

Feng Yuxuan's cool voice carried a hint of barely concealed doubt.

Although her cousin was usually a bit of a playboy, he rarely spoke to her in such an almost out-of-control tone.

Who was so foolish as to offend this troublemaker this time?

Could it be that one of the company's newly signed young artists is being disrespectful and offended him?

Feng Yuxuan quickly calculated in her mind while rubbing her ears, which were still a little numb from the shock.

"What happened?!"

Du Zhe raised his voice even higher, as if he wanted to shatter the phone's earpiece, and shouted angrily.

"You have the nerve to ask me what happened?! Those clueless security guards downstairs at your company think they're all that, like they're above everyone else!"

"Just because you think the smell of my master's stall is too strong for some so-called big star upstairs, you want to kick him out! And you want to eat and drink for free! If I don't give it to you, you'll fucking try to hit me!"

"Holy crap! I had no idea you, Feng Yuxuan, had become so domineering, huh?"

"Even a few watchdogs dare to be so arrogant and domineering. Is this how you usually teach them?! Do you think your Dream Entertainment is invincible?!"

Feng Yuxuan was stunned as she listened to her cousin's rapid-fire rant on the phone.

But as soon as she realized what was happening, her expression changed instantly, her heart skipped a beat, and she cursed under her breath:

These incompetent idiots are good for nothing but causing trouble! Terrible teammates!

She herself would never do something so degrading as to bully others and forcibly seize stalls.

Who are the people under her command? How dare they act so arrogantly in her name!

Isn't this a blatant smear campaign against her and Dream Entertainment?!

More importantly, the person whom Du Zhe so respectfully defends and addresses as "Master"...

A young yet somewhat mysterious figure involuntarily surfaced in Feng Yuxuan's mind.

A man whose identity she still can't figure out.

Could it be that the person selling balut... is him?

The mere thought of this possibility sent shivers down Feng Yuxuan's spine, and an ominous premonition instantly gripped her heart.

"Cousin, don't be angry. Tell me the exact location, and I'll come down and handle it right away! Immediately! Right now!"

Feng Yuxuan's voice was no longer as cool and calm as before, but carried a hint of urgency and seriousness that she could not hide.

She already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on; this matter was probably serious, and if not handled properly, the consequences could be disastrous.

Damn it, are these security guards idiots? Or do they think their careers are getting too long?

Weren't those three minor celebrities a lesson learned enough? Why did you have to provoke that scoundrel?

They're really asking for trouble, rushing off to their deaths!

As Feng Yuxuan quickly picked up her coat from the back of the chair, she mentally cursed the manager in charge of the security department, as well as the ancestors of the few security guards who had caused trouble.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Yuxuan, wearing ten-centimeter stilettos, practically ran towards the president's private elevator.

She, who is usually calm and composed, and whose composure remains unchanged even in the face of a collapsing mountain, could not hide the anxiety and panic in her eyes at this moment.

The elevator doors slowly closed and it descended rapidly.

Soon, with a soft "ding," the elevator arrived at the first floor.

Feng Yuxuan rushed out almost immediately, striding through the magnificent lobby of the office building and heading quickly toward the pedestrian street.