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Chapter 92
The unease that had been creeping up on Gao Fei seemed to have found its roots. Every step Wang Gao took in consolidating his power in Donghai was met with one crucial obstacle—Huang Yuming. His past confrontation with Wang Gao, especially the humiliating defeat at the boxing match, had left a bitter taste in Wang Gao’s mouth. The invitation sent to Huang Yuming was meant to be a token of submission, but it was also laced with condescension.
Wang Gao’s right-hand man sat across from Huang Yuming, arrogance dripping from his every word. “My boss isn’t offering you a mere invitation. It’s an ultimatum. Either you join us, or you perish,” he said, expecting Huang Yuming to bend to the threat, but instead, he was met with calm indifference.
Huang Yuming took a leisurely puff of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out with ease. His expression was one of casual amusement. “I don’t need to hear threats from you,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Why don’t I take you to someone who might be more suited to your style?”
Without waiting for a reply, Huang Yuming stood and walked away with purpose. Jiang Ning had always been a constant presence in the background, silently observing as tensions escalated around him, and now, it seemed, his presence was becoming necessary.
Jiang Ning had been enjoying his time in the office, a cup of tea in hand, as Lin Yuzhen worked tirelessly. She had grown accustomed to his carefree nature, but it was getting under her skin today, particularly with the pile of work mounting around her. Just as she was about to protest again, Jiang Ning’s phone buzzed with a message from Huang Yuming.
Without skipping a beat, Jiang Ning stood up and smiled, “Alright, alright, you keep working. I’ll go for a walk downstairs.” His tone was casual, as though he had no care in the world, but there was a certain steel hidden beneath the playful façade.
Outside, in the little park near the Lin Group building, Jiang Ning took a seat on a bench, facing the group that had come to confront him—Huang Yuming and Wang Gao’s right-hand man. The latter’s frustration was evident, a stark contrast to Jiang Ning’s calm demeanor.
“Why did you bring me here to discuss business? Do you think this is the time or place for your games?” the right-hand man asked, his patience wearing thin.
Jiang Ning merely shrugged and looked around, seeming uninterested in the weight of the situation. “It doesn’t matter where we talk. You were the ones who thought this was a good idea,” he said lightly. “You came to me for a reason, so let’s see if you can back up those big words.”
Wang Gao’s right-hand man felt the tension building. His smugness started to slip away as he realized Jiang Ning was more than just a person to threaten. The casual demeanor of the man in front of him was the exact opposite of the deep, calculated danger that Jiang Ning exuded. This wasn’t someone who would simply fall in line out of fear. He wasn’t intimidated. And that realization gnawed at Wang Gao’s right-hand man.
“You’ve made your point,” he said, his voice lowering with grudging respect. “But you know the power we have now. Do you really want to challenge us? You’re not going to get away with this.”
Jiang Ning leaned back slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting in amusement. “Challenge you?” he echoed, almost disbelievingly. “I’m not the one making threats here. I think you’ve miscalculated who you’re dealing with.”
The moment hung in the air, a tension too thick to be cut easily. Jiang Ning’s presence alone had the power to make the very ground beneath them feel unstable. And as Wang Gao’s right-hand man realized this, he began to understand that Jiang Ning wasn’t just a force to be reckoned with—he was the kind of man who could topple everything Wang Gao had worked for, and he would do it without breaking a sweat.
