Chapter Fifty-Five: Seeking Revenge at the Door

Everyone watched Xiao Ye with trepidation, whispering anxiously among themselves. From the earpiece he wore, Chi Long's voice came through.

“King Xiao, Chu Chuang is on the thirteenth floor right now, meeting with someone for business. If you go up now, you’ll catch him.”

Hearing this, Xiao Ye nodded and strode straight to the elevators, ascending directly to the thirteenth floor of the building.

In such a situation, everyone was too busy thinking of escape; naturally, no one would be foolish enough to risk a beating by trying to stop him.

…

At that moment, in the conference room on the thirteenth floor, Chu Chuang was negotiating with representatives from the Jiangnan District about the company’s future development.

To call it a negotiation was generous—it was more like collecting rent.

Chu Chuang had just borrowed some men from them and now, on that basis, he had to squeeze as much from the Jianghai Business Alliance as he could.

Since these were people from Jiangnan, and to show his respect, not only Chu Chuang but the other company executives were present.

Though Chu Chuang wore a polite smile, inwardly he was deeply annoyed.

Every year, around this time, the short, overweight middle-aged man opposite would use some pretext to extort money from the Chu family. If he refused, not only would relations with the Jiangnan group sour, but they would also likely make trouble for him. That was precisely why Chu Chuang loathed dealing with them.

“President Zhou, are you satisfied with this contract?” Chu Chuang asked, his smile growing more obsequious as he looked at Zhou Cheng across the table.

But Zhou Cheng, flipping through the contract, smacked his lips in thinly veiled dissatisfaction and replied, “President Chu, we’re old acquaintances. You borrowed men from me, and all you offer is this? Isn’t that a bit stingy?”

At this, Chu Chuang’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Then, President Zhou, what do you suggest?”

Unexpectedly, Zhou Cheng was the first to laugh, then said, “President Chu, you’re a smart man. My request is simple—give me your most profitable project of the quarter, and I guarantee we’ll both win.”

Well, he didn’t even bother to hide it—he wanted a piece of the company itself!

Chu Chuang gritted his teeth, seething internally, but facing the other man, he could say nothing.

He signaled for his staff to make a few adjustments. Just then, as Chu Chuang was speaking, a man in a suit hurried into the conference room, looking flustered.

He approached Chu Chuang’s side and whispered, “President Chu, there’s a man outside who’s already injured our security. I’ve sent more people to stop him, but I’m afraid we won’t be able to hold out much longer.”

Upon hearing this, Chu Chuang’s expression tensed immediately.

Only he knew what he’d done just moments ago.

Could it be that the Jiangnan group’s mission had failed, and Xiao Ye survived?

A storm of thoughts flooded Chu Chuang’s mind, his expression dark and shifting.

Noticing something amiss, Zhou Cheng asked, “President Chu, is something wrong?”

Jolted back to himself by Zhou Cheng’s question, Chu Chuang forced a smile and shook his head. “Nothing, just someone causing a disturbance. I’ve already sent people to deal with him.”

“Oh? Someone daring to make trouble here? Don’t worry; as long as I’m here, whoever it is, I’ll take care of them for you!” Zhou Cheng thumped his chest and declared loudly.

Chu Chuang smiled but said nothing, secretly signaling his secretary to prepare for a quick escape.

Whoever was coming, they were clearly after him—of that, there was no doubt.

…

Meanwhile, at the elevator entrance, Xiao Ye was locked in combat with the approaching guards.

Dozens already lay at his feet, incapacitated and unable to fight.

These men were nothing before him.

Dealing with the last of them, he rose and strode toward the conference room.

Inside, Zhou Cheng was beaming as he reviewed the contract in his hands.

“President Chu, thank you for your longstanding support. Handing us this project is a testament to our partnership. I hope we can continue to work together and achieve even greater success!”

Bang!

Before Zhou Cheng could finish, the conference room doors burst open with a crash!

A shadow shot through the doorway, startling everyone.

It was Xiao Ye!

Covered in blood, he stood before them like a god of vengeance, his entire being radiating a chilling aura that made everyone shudder.

Chu Chuang stared at the man before him, his pupils dilating in terror, his entire body feeling as if it had been plunged into icy water.

“Chu Chuang, come out and face me!” Xiao Ye’s voice was cold, blood dripping steadily from his hand.

The scene was so terrifying that none of the onlookers dared utter a word.

Xiao Ye shouted again, but this time Zhou Cheng stepped forward before anyone else could speak.

“Young man, I don’t care where you’re from, but anyone who comes here looking for trouble never ends well. Leave now before you make a grave mistake!”

Flush with pride from just having secured the Chu family’s project, Zhou Cheng’s tone was bold and unyielding.

He was uneasy facing Xiao Ye, but for the sake of appearances, he forced himself to stand tall.

Xiao Ye frowned, sizing up the bloated man before him.

According to Chi Long’s information, Chu Chuang didn’t look like this.

But Xiao Ye’s mind was consumed by vengeance—he had no patience for such details.

In the next instant, he moved like lightning, kicking Zhou Cheng squarely in the abdomen!

With a muffled thud, the short man was sent flying across the room, crashing heavily into the tables and chairs.

The crowd screamed and darted for the corners, cowering in terror.

The company’s guards, witnessing this, instinctively wanted to intervene, but a single glance from Xiao Ye, full of murderous intent, silenced them instantly.

Zhou Cheng landed atop a table, cushioning his fall, so he wasn’t badly hurt.

He staggered to his feet, clutching his head, his eyes blazing with fury.

“You dare hit me? Do you have any idea who I am? Today, I’ll have your head!”

Clutching his swollen forehead, Zhou Cheng raged and lunged at Xiao Ye again.

He was, after all, the chief agent of the Jiangnan region—who would dare disrespect him?

For this young man to strike him was, in Zhou Cheng’s eyes, sheer madness.

But as he charged, Xiao Ye’s expression did not change in the slightest.

“Damn you, die!”

Zhou Cheng’s face twisted with rage as he swung his fist at Xiao Ye, thinking nothing of his opponent.

But before he even got close, Xiao Ye raised his hand again.

This time, he held nothing back.