"Remember," Shi Heng said, adjusting his cuffs slowly, "In the business world, if you offend me, you might still be able to survive."
He raised his eyes and scanned everyone present. "Anyone who dares to touch Gu Youran..."
The words were not finished, but everyone understood the threat.
Several young ladies who had spoken rudely to Gu Youran were now pale and the champagne glasses in their hands were shaking slightly.
As the sirens faded away, Shi Heng walked out of the Emperor Club.
The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. Shi Heng clicked on the screen, and push notifications from various major media outlets popped up one after another:
[Breaking News! The Chu Group's heir apparent is suspected of 23 felonies, including murder and smuggling]
Interpol investigates Chu Group's transnational money laundering case
[Political and business shockwaves! Obscene video of a prominent socialite implicates several high-ranking officials]
[Bloody Lady: The Thirteen Lives Behind the Mu Family's Eldest Daughter]
Shi Heng's gaze lingered on the last headline for a moment, and the coldness in his eyes deepened.
He got into the long-awaited Maybach.
As the car window slowly rose, he took a last look at the dazzling sign of the Emperor Club.
—Let evil rot in the spotlight.
And he always remains spotless.
…
Meanwhile, in the shadows of the street corner.
In a black SUV, Lei Shuangcheng was holding a tablet, and the picture froze at the moment when Shi Heng raised his glass to greet him.
Under the crystal chandelier, that gentle smile formed a cruel contrast with the incriminating video playing on the big screen.
"Boss, this is a really cool move."
He turned his head to look at Renault in the driver's seat, "Chu Beiyuan and Mu Xuewei's engagement party was turned into a funeral by him."
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