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Chapter 95
Huang Yuming paused for a moment, the tension in the air thick enough to cut through. He looked at Wang Gao, who was still trying to cling to whatever semblance of control he had left. The last words of desperation escaped Wang Gao’s mouth, but Huang Yuming wasn’t fazed in the slightest.
“Lin Wu, Gao Fei…?” Huang Yuming chuckled darkly, setting his glass down with a quiet clink. “You think I’m scared of them?”
Wang Gao’s eyes widened in shock. He had heard the rumors about Huang Yuming’s rapid rise, but he had underestimated just how deep the man had gone. Now, as Huang Yuming’s men moved through the headquarters with cold precision, it was clear—this wasn’t about power anymore. This was personal.
“You’re right,” Huang Yuming continued, his voice low and dangerous. “I crippled Hei Long and his brother. And now, you’re next. But it’s not because of them, it’s because of you.”
He stepped closer to Wang Gao, his every movement deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. Wang Gao’s breath hitched as his mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this. His grip on the armrest tightened, his body still shaking from the sudden assault on his men, but no matter how he tried to reason with himself, the situation was slipping further from his control.
“You see, Wang Gao,” Huang Yuming said with a twisted smile, “you’ve been playing a dangerous game for too long. And now, it’s time to pay the price.”
Wang Gao, still stunned by the sudden shift in power, struggled to pull himself together. His mind grasped at his last card, the one he thought would protect him—his connection to Shengcheng. “You don’t understand! If you kill me, you’ll be making enemies you can’t handle! Lin Wu—”
Huang Yuming raised a hand, cutting him off sharply. “Lin Wu? Gao Fei?” He shook his head, his eyes narrowing. “They’re nothing but tools. They’ll be gone before you even realize it. And then it will just be you and me.”
The words hit Wang Gao like a slap in the face. He had underestimated Huang Yuming—had thought of him as nothing more than a low-level player, but now he realized the truth. This man was no longer just a subordinate to Jiang Ning. He had become a force unto himself.
“Enough talk,” Huang Yuming said, his voice hardening as he motioned for his men to advance.
Wang Gao’s eyes flicked from the men closing in on him to Huang Yuming. In his frantic state, he managed one final attempt at intimidation. “You don’t know who you’re messing with! I—”
SLAP! Huang Yuming’s hand lashed out, silencing him immediately. The force of the slap sent Wang Gao sprawling back on the sofa, his face stinging and his vision momentarily blurry.
“I know exactly who I’m messing with,” Huang Yuming said, his voice cold and final. “And you’re a thing of the past.”
Before Wang Gao could react, the room filled with a sudden, eerie quiet. The Wolves had done their work efficiently, removing all who posed a threat to Huang Yuming’s control. The room was now empty, save for the two men, and the reality of his defeat crashed over Wang Gao like a wave.
His mind raced as his pride crumbled, the weight of his past actions now bearing down on him. He had built his empire on fear and manipulation, but in a single night, it all unraveled. He was no longer the one calling the shots in Donghai. The Wolves had arrived, and with them, a new order had taken root.
“Don’t bother,” Huang Yuming said as Wang Gao opened his mouth again to speak, sensing the last of his power slipping away. “I’m done listening to your threats. The time for your games is over.”
With that, Huang Yuming turned away, leaving Wang Gao to face his inevitable downfall. The Wolves, silent and relentless, followed him out of the room, their mission complete. As the night swallowed the last of Donghai’s old guard, Huang Yuming’s confidence was unshakable.
The power had shifted, and there was no going back.
