Qian Zhenghai had actually come!

When Mo Cheng saw the middle-aged man, his expression immediately changed. Then he smiled and said, "If it isn't Uncle Qian. Good evening, Uncle Qian."

Immortal Drink Group and the Mo Family Consortium were both top-tier consortia in Qi Lu, so they naturally engaged in frequent exchanges. The senior members of the Mo family had a decent relationship with Qian Zhenghai, and since these members were essentially Mo Cheng's uncles, it wasn't problematic for him to call Qian Zhenghai "Uncle Qian."

"Don't be so eager to cozy up to me just yet. Let's talk about the issue with Fairy Pavilion first."

Qian Zhenghai waved his hand dismissively, glanced at Mo Cheng, then proceeded to Qin Heng. He bowed respectfully and said, "Young Master Qin, I am truly sorry. I never expected such an incident to occur at Fairy Pavilion. I am deeply sorry."

GASP!

The onlookers couldn't help but stare, bewildered, at Qin Heng and Qian Zhenghai!

Unbelievable! It was simply too unbelievable!

Qian Zhenghai was showing such respect to Qin Heng, almost no less than Zhao Weicai had just moments before!

What's going on? Who on earth is this Qin Heng!?

Qian Zhenghai's name was renowned throughout Qi Lu. Except for some low-level service staff who might not have heard of him, anyone in the catering industry knew his name. He started working in a restaurant at sixteen, owned his first storefront at twenty—named Fairy Pavilion—and by thirty, Fairy Pavilion branches had spread throughout Qi Lu! At forty, he founded Immortal Drink Group, venturing fully into the catering industry. After over a decade of development, he had nearly become the overlord of the Qi Lu catering industry, with a market value reaching 10 billion!

In the eyes of many in Qi Lu, the name Qian Zhenghai was synonymous with miracles! Yet now, this miraculous founder of Immortal Drink Group was bowing so respectfully to a teenager who appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen years old! He didn't dare show the slightest negligence!

In contemporary society, money often translated to power. A CEO of a company with a market value of 10 billion, especially in the catering industry, could absolutely be considered overwhelmingly powerful! And yet, he was now so humble! It was incredible to witness.

"Qian Zhenghai, it seems you're quite derelict in your duties as a CEO," Qin Heng said, looking at Qian Zhenghai with a smile that wasn't quite a smile. "Your subordinate, it turns out, sold off a branch of Fairy Pavilion without your knowledge."

"Thank you very much for the reminder, Young Master Qin," Qian Zhenghai said with great respect. "I've been focusing my energy on breaking into the overseas market recently and neglected domestic affairs. I didn't expect to be undermined by my own people."

"It's all my fault, President Qian," Zhao Weicai said, his face full of shame. He bowed his head and knelt on the ground to apologize to Qin Heng and Qian Zhenghai. "I didn't keep a close eye on my younger brother, and he caused this huge mess."

At this point, he hated Zhao Gaocai to the extreme. Secretly selling off a branch of Fairy Pavilion was blatantly undermining Immortal Drink Group—a clear case of embezzling company assets for personal gain!

"Uncle Qian, please hear me out," Mo Cheng suddenly interjected, stepping forward. He looked at Qian Zhenghai with a smile and said, "The sale of this Fairy Pavilion branch was conducted through proper procedures. Immortal Drink Group's legal department approved it, and all steps taken were legitimate and lawful, without any issues."

"You little runt of the Mo family, you still don't understand the rules of the adults' game! When I say there's an issue with this transaction, then there's definitely an issue!" Qian Zhenghai glanced at Mo Cheng indifferently, then paid him no further attention. He commanded in a stern voice, "Guards! Take Zhao Gaocai away! We'll sue him in court tomorrow, along with the Mo Family Consortium!"

"Yes!"

The surrounding security personnel responded instantly, grabbing Zhao Gaocai and dragging him away.

"No, no, no! Young Master Mo! Mr. Mo! Save me! Save me!!" Zhao Gaocai screamed in terror. When he saw that Mo Cheng was powerless to help, he completely despaired, filled with a regret so profound it felt like his insides were turning green.

He watched helplessly as Zhao Gaocai was dragged away.

Mo Cheng felt like his lungs were about to explode with anger. Shaking all over, he gnashed his teeth and glared at Qian Zhenghai, saying, "Good! Very good! So these are the rules of the game among adults! Qian Zhenghai! You just wait! The Mo family won't be pushed around!" He then turned to leave Fairy Pavilion.

"Stop right there," Qin Heng suddenly spoke, gazing at Mo Cheng. He said indifferently, "Come here, kneel and apologize to me, and then sever one of your arms. Otherwise, don't even think about stepping out of Fairy Pavilion today."

Mo Cheng had repeatedly insulted him before; paying such a price was already very light.

"..." Mo Cheng, who had just lifted his foot, set it down again. He turned his head to look at Qin Heng, his expression terribly grim, his eyes cold to the extreme. "Qin Heng, do you know who you're speaking to? Do you realize what you're saying? If you want to die, just say it!"

"Qian Zhenghai," Qin Heng called out, ignoring Mo Cheng, his tone as if summoning his own dog.

"Yes!" Qian Zhenghai nodded, gesturing to the surrounding security guards.

Instantly, four or five security guards rushed forward, grabbed Mo Cheng, and with two swift kicks to his knees, forced him to kneel.

"AAAAHHH!!" Mo Cheng roared, his eyes bloodshot, staring daggers at Qin Heng. "You've got some nerve! Who gave you such audacity! You will regret this!! The Mo family will never let you off!!"

CRACK!

A security guard's electric baton came down ruthlessly, instantly twisting the bones in Mo Cheng's left arm and sending blood gushing. The intense pain made his vision darken, and he nearly fainted.

"Let him get lost," Qin Heng said indifferently. "The Mo family won't let me off? No, by tomorrow, the Mo family will no longer exist."

Mo Cheng's death was certain, but now was not the time.

After Mo Cheng was thrown out, Fairy Pavilion returned to calm. Qian Zhenghai arranged a new banquet, inviting Qin Heng and Song Ningran as a form of apology. He even promised to transfer three Fairy Pavilion branches, assets worth nearly 80 million, to Qin Heng without compensation, all in the hope that Qin Heng wouldn't hold a grudge over today's events.

After dinner at Fairy Pavilion, Qin Heng and Song Ningran returned to their hotel.

「At midnight.」

A waiter pushed a food cart to the door of Qin Heng's room and knocked. "Sir, the food cart. Your late-night snack has arrived."

Qin Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, his ears twitched, and a cold smile touched his lips. "Alright, come in then," he said indifferently.

BEEP!

He pressed the remote, unlocking the smart lock. The waiter pushed the food cart in.

However, on the cart, there were no snacks—only three handguns!

Two men emerged from beneath the food cart! Together with the waiter, each drew a handgun, chambered a round, and aimed it at Qin Heng, who was sitting on the bed.

BANG!

The door to the room was locked from the inside.

A young man with his left hand bandaged came over, looking venomously at Qin Heng. It was Mo Cheng. "Kid," he snarled, "bet you didn't expect this, did you? I'm back, and I know who you are now, but that doesn't matter! Now, I want your life!!"

"Heh." Qin Heng chuckled, reclining leisurely against the headboard as if totally oblivious to the three handguns. He said indifferently, "Heaven has a path, but you refuse to walk it; hell has no gate, yet you insist on breaking in. Welcome back, Young Master Mo. Regrettably, you won't see tomorrow's sun."

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