"Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing the 'Ultimate Humiliation' mission!" Zero's voice announced. "Rewards will be distributed. Please select the skill to upgrade."
Thinking about the gene warriors he would be facing next, Han Feng chose combat proficiency without hesitation.
"Congratulations, host! Your combat proficiency has been upgraded from Lv4 to Lv5, unlocking a new ability, 'Battle Prediction'—allowing you to predict your opponent's movements 0.5 seconds before the fight begins!"
"The reward option can be upgraded. When the system provides options, you can upgrade any one of them."
Han Feng raised an eyebrow slightly. He wondered if there was a chance to try upgrading this option. Just then, a commotion erupted in the hall as the Zhao family of three, accompanied by more than a dozen security guards, stormed towards them.
"It's him!" Chen Li's shrill voice pierced the noise of the auction hall. Her carefully styled hair was now disheveled, and her makeup was distorted with anger. "Old Zhao, this is the beast who just hit me!"
Chairman Zhao's face was grim, and his belly bulged with anger beneath his suit. The security guards following behind him were all burly and strong, carrying stun guns and ropes.
"So you're the one who hit my wife?" Chairman Zhao stopped in front of Han Feng, his voice low but ruthless. "Do you know what happens when you mess with someone from the Zhao family in Kyoto? And you even maliciously bid against the Zhao family at the auction?"
Han Feng pulled Su Wanwan behind him: "Your wife has a terrible breath, let me clean it for you."
"You!" Chen Li bared her teeth and claws, trying to pounce on him, but was stopped by Zhao Mingkai.
"Dad, don't waste your breath on him!" Zhao Mingkai's eyes were bloodshot, and veins bulged on his neck. "I just checked, there's no one with the surname Han on the invitation list! His invitation is definitely forged!" He pointed to the blue diamond necklace around Su Wanwan's neck, "And this, it has to be returned!"
Su Wanwan clutched the necklace, her cheeks flushed with anger: "Zhao Mingkai, have you no shame? Why should you get something Han Feng bought with real money? Your mother insulted us first, and now you think you're right?"
"So what if I curse you?" Zhao Mingkai completely dropped his pretense. "A cheapskate who climbed the social ladder by her looks, does she even deserve a 100 million yuan necklace?"
Han Feng's eyes instantly turned icy. Just as he was about to act, Chairman Zhao launched into another self-destructive move: "Young man, I'm giving you one last chance." He straightened his tie, feigning magnanimity. "Hand over the necklace, kneel down and apologize to my wife, and I can pretend nothing happened."
"Otherwise?" Han Feng asked calmly.
"Otherwise..." Chairman Zhao sneered, "Forging invitations, maliciously disrupting the auction, and assaulting guests—that's enough to put you in jail for three years! I, Zhao, still have a few friends in the judicial system."
Whispers arose from the crowd. Many recognized Chairman Zhao and knew he was indeed capable. Several guests who had initially intended to speak up for Han Feng also backed down.
Just then, Qin Chuan hurried through the crowd. He had just finished a meeting with several business tycoons, and his forehead was still covered in a fine layer of sweat.
Chairman Zhao's eyes lit up, and he immediately went to greet him: "President Qin! You've come at the perfect time!" He pointed at Han Feng, his voice rising eight octaves, "This man forged an invitation letter at your company's auction and maliciously inflated prices, disrupting order! I was just about to help you deal with him!"
Qin Chuan was stunned, his gaze shifting between Han Feng and Chairman Zhao: "You...who do you want me to deal with?"
"That's him!" Zhao Mingkai jumped out eagerly. "This kid's name is Han Feng. I don't know where he snuck in from, and he just hit my mom! President Qin, this kind of person must be severely punished!"
Qin Chuan's expression turned extremely strange. He looked at Zhao Mingkai as if he were an idiot, then turned to Han Feng: "President Han, representatives from the Li Group and the Zhang family wish to see you regarding the cooperation on Silicon Crystal Technology..."
"Mr. Han... Mr. Han?" Chairman Zhao's voice suddenly choked, as if someone had grabbed his throat.
The entire front hall fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop. All eyes were on Han Feng, the young man who had been verbally abused by the Zhao family father and son, who was now calmly adjusting his cuffs.
"Tell them to wait a moment," Han Feng said to Qin Chuan, then looked at Chairman Zhao, "You just said...who were you going to deal with?"
Chairman Zhao's face drained of color visibly. He staggered back two steps, knocking over the champagne tower behind him. The sound of shattering glass was particularly jarring in the silence.
"No...it's impossible..." Zhao Mingkai trembled as if he'd been electrocuted. "How could he possibly be...he could be..."
Qin Chuan added coldly, "Mr. Han Feng is the actual controller of Fenghua Investment and the organizer of this auction. I personally delivered his invitation; is there a problem?"
These words struck like a hammer blow, utterly crushing the Zhao father and son. Chairman Zhao's legs buckled, and he knelt directly in the spilled champagne. Chen Li, as if she had seen a ghost, gripped her son's arm tightly, her nails digging into his flesh.
"Oh, right," Han Feng said, as if suddenly remembering something, pulling out a green ID from his inner pocket, "You know some people in the Ministry of Justice who can get me in, right?"
The simple gold lettering on the small notebook gleamed under the light: Officer's ID! Opening it revealed Han Feng's information: Kyoto Military Region! Lieutenant Colonel!
Zhao Mingkai suddenly let out a scream that sounded inhuman, frantically tearing at his hair: "Fake! It's all fake!" He pointed at Han Feng, laughing hysterically, "You can't fool me! I'm going to report you! I'm going to..."
"Enough!" Chairman Zhao stood up abruptly and slapped his son across the face. "Haven't you embarrassed me enough?!" When he turned to Han Feng, he seemed to have aged ten years. "Chairman Han... Mr. Han, my son was ignorant and offended you, I..."
Han Feng raised his hand to interrupt him: "The money for the measuring instrument should be transferred to Fenghua's account before noon tomorrow." He took Su Wanwan's hand, "Also, stay away from Su Wanwan from now on."
Chairman Zhao froze on the spot as if struck by lightning—the market price of that batch of equipment was only 8 million, and they simply couldn't come up with that much working capital!
"Han Feng!" Zhao Mingkai broke free from his mother's grasp and lunged at her like a madman, "I'll fight you to the death!"
Han Feng didn't even turn his head; he simply shifted his body slightly and delivered a swift elbow strike to Zhao Mingkai's abdomen. The latter collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, retching painfully.
"Attacked military officers?" Han Feng looked down at him. "Then investigate the Zhao family. I suspect they're colluding with foreign forces to persecute Chinese military officers." He turned to the security guards. "Drag these people out and hand them over to the police."
When the Zhao family of three was dragged out of the hotel like stray dogs, everyone present had only one thought in their minds: The Zhao family is finished.
Just then, several prominent business figures from Kyoto happened to walk by. Upon seeing Han Feng, they immediately greeted him warmly:
"Chairman Han! I've heard so much about you!"
"Our Zhang family is very interested in the Silicon Crystal Technology project..."
"The Lee Group is willing to provide the most favorable raw materials..."
Hearing this conversation while being supported by security guards, Chairman Zhao suddenly understood something. He struggled to turn around and let out a desperate roar at his son:
"Fool! What kind of person have you offended?!"
A night breeze blew by, and Su Wanwan tightened Han Feng's suit jacket, asking softly, "Um... is that necklace really worth a hundred million?"
Han Feng looked down at her: "Don't you like it?"
"No!" Su Wanwan quickly shook her head, then hesitated for a moment, "It's just...too expensive..."
"Silicon Crystal Technology just signed a two billion yuan order yesterday," Han Feng said casually. "One hundred million, small change."
Su Wanwan: "......"
She suddenly felt that she might need to redefine the concept of "being rich".
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