Zhang Shaozhong walked at the very back.
With a "click," he closed the door to the dazzlingly luxurious private room, neither too hard nor too soft.
This instantly created a world that seemed to separate the inside from the outside!
Outside is a noisy and restless world, but inside... it's about to become a battleground for some people.
Once the door is closed, these two "door gods" at the entrance become visible.
Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier stood on either side of each other, not moving an inch.
Ling Qingxue just stood there, her face expressionless, her eyes as cold as the Siberian wind, piercingly sharp.
She wasn't in a hurry; she just slowly "scanned" everyone in the private room with her icy gaze.
They all shuddered uncontrollably, and the hairs on the back of their necks stood on end.
The situation was quite different for Ye Meier, who was standing next to her.
A smile, both alluring and slightly wicked, curled at the corners of her lips.
Her captivating eyes flashed with a faint purple light. You didn't see her do anything, but an invisible yet heavy aura pressed down on your heart.
Mr. Wang's smile froze instantly, as if he were wearing a cheap mask.
He felt as if someone was choking him, making it hard to breathe. For no reason, he started to panic, and a feeling called fear crept up from the soles of his feet like vines.
Not to mention Liu, the planner, and his cronies, their faces were deathly pale, as if they had just been pulled out of a flour vat. Cold sweat streamed down their temples, and their shirts were probably almost soaked through.
The pretty girls who were accompanying the drinks also sensed something was wrong, and they huddled together, not daring to breathe.
"Mr. Wang, right?"
Only then did Zhang Shaozhong slowly walk forward, a calm smile on his face that seemed harmless, but his eyes were as sharp as a newly sharpened knife, stabbing straight into President Wang's heart.
"We're here to 'have a chat' with you."
He pronounced the word "chat" very clearly, with an air of unquestionable authority.
Mr. Wang was quite uneasy about this situation, but after so many years in the business, he still had to make some tough statements.
He forced a smile, sticking out his beer belly, and roared, his voice trembling with fear: "What...what do you want? Let me tell you! This is my territory! Outside! Outside are all my men!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the doorway, trying to bolster his courage.
"oh?"
Ye Meier chuckled softly, her voice possessing a bewitching charm that made one's heart itch and feel uneasy.
"Where are your people? I feel like... now, inside and outside this house, it's just a few of us 'our own people' left?"
She dragged out the words "our own people" for a long time, full of mockery.
As soon as she finished speaking, it was as if a switch had been flipped!
Suddenly, all the chandeliers, spotlights, and ambient lights in the private room started flashing wildly, so brightly that it made your eyes dizzy!
Then, with a sharp "snap!", all the lights went out!
Instantly, the entire private room was plunged into complete darkness.
Only a sliver of the city's night light shone through the window, barely outlining the silhouettes of a few figures, indistinct and ghostly.
"ah--!"
Those hostesses had never seen anything like it before, and they were so frightened that they screamed and covered their heads, their voices almost piercing their eardrums.
"What's going on?! What's going on?! The power's out?! Quick! Go check what's happening!"
Mr. Wang panicked and shouted at the top of his lungs in the darkness, his voice distorted.
In this chaotic and utterly dark place, Ling Qingxue's cold, otherworldly voice rang out like a ghost, each word like an icicle piercing straight into the depths of one's soul:
Those who commit many unrighteous acts will surely perish.
"Your evil thoughts have already attracted evil spirits to entangle you."
As she spoke, she secretly made a hand seal, and the illusionary sound technique combined with the mind-controlling technique silently enveloped them.
This is really serious!
In the perception of General Manager Wang, Planner Liu, and the others, the whole world has changed!
Instead of the woman's screams and his own shouts, what filled his ears were gusts of eerie wind howling, as if the wind was mixed with the cries and wails of countless wronged souls and ghosts!
In the darkness before them, countless twisted, shapeless black shadows seemed to be swaying and lunging at them!
"A ghost! There's a ghost! Help!"
The henchman with the worst mental fortitude was the first to break down, letting out a scream and collapsing to the ground in fright, his crotch soaked with sweat.
Mr. Wang himself was so frightened that his soul almost flew away; his obese body trembled like a leaf.
Even more terrifying, he felt countless cold, sticky hands touching and scratching his body and face!
"Master! Spare me! Spare me, Master!"
Mr. Wang completely broke down, his face covered in snot and tears. He didn't care about his image anymore and screamed in a tearful voice, "I'll never do it again! Movies! You can make movies however you want! Resources! I'll give you all my resources! Free of charge! Please! Let me go! I'll do anything you want!"
Zhang Shaozhong coldly stared at the pile of ugly, rotten mud in front of him, and sneered inwardly.
He slowly took out his phone and turned on the flashlight function.
"Whoosh—" A bright beam of light shot out, shining directly on Boss Wang's fat face, which was contorted with extreme fear and turned as pale as a sheet of paper.
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