My Rule, Shen Fei's Rule, Is the Rule

Night fell.

The Second Ring Road of the Capital, Chang'an Club.

This was the absolute top private club in the entire capital, bar none.

It did not accept any public registration.

It was strictly membership-based, enforcing a rigorous invitation and background-check system.

Even if you had a net worth of tens of billions, if your background wasn't perfectly clean, or if you didn't have a top-tier influential family backing you, you couldn't even get through the front door.

This detached building, blending modern and classical elements, was brilliantly illuminated on this eventful night.

Tonight's gathering was organized by the second-generation heirs of several top circles in the capital.

Nominally, it was a welcome-home party for the eldest young master of the Shen family, who had just returned to the capital from Jinling.

In reality.

It was a test.

News of the massive internal shake-up within the Shen family had spread throughout the capital's upper echelons in a very short time.

The second branch of the family had been exiled, and the Ice Blade Queen, Shen Qiuhan, had bowed her head.

Shen Fei, the man they once viewed as a lecherous playboy who only knew how to enjoy his privileges, seemed like a completely different person, suddenly displaying terrifyingly ruthless methods.

They wanted to see for themselves.

Whether this newly minted head of the Shen family had real ability or was just a fox borrowing the tiger's might.

At eight o'clock in the evening.

A bulletproof Maybach pulled up to the club's main entrance.

A waiter respectfully stepped forward and opened the car door.

Shen Fei stepped out.

Tonight, he wore an extremely low-key black haute couture shirt, without a tie.

Su Qingxue held his arm, dressed in a midnight-blue evening gown, exuding a noble and coldly glamorous aura.

The two walked side by side into the club's lobby.

The luxury behind the doors was staggering. Crystal chandeliers refracted dazzling light, and the air was filled with the mixed scent of premium cigars and expensive perfume.

Third floor, Supreme VIP Private Room.

It covered two hundred square meters.

At this moment, more than a dozen people were already seated inside.

Men and women, all of them well-known playboys and socialites in the capital.

The three people sitting on the main sofa were the most eye-catching.

The eldest young master of the Zhao family, Zhao Tianyu. Backed by military bigwigs, he acted with extreme arrogance.

The second young master of the Wang family, Wang Zhe. Hailing from a political family, he appeared polite and refined on the surface but was actually sinister and ruthless.

The eldest young miss of the Sun family, Sun Lili. The only daughter of a business tycoon, she was spoiled and domineering.

These three individuals represented the top three factions of the capital's new generation: the military, politics, and business.

Creak—

The heavy soundproof door of the private room was pushed open.

The originally noisy music and laughter instantly fell silent.

Everyone's eyes turned to the doorway in unison.

Shen Fei walked in, leading Su Qingxue.

He didn't pause for even a second despite the invisible, exclusionary aura filling the room.

"Yo! Our great Young Master Shen is finally willing to swim back from that little pond in Jinling!"

Zhao Tianyu was the first to speak.

Holding a glass of Romanée-Conti, he rested his legs highly inappropriately on the crystal coffee table, his tone carrying obvious provocation and mockery.

"I heard that on your very first day back in the capital, you kicked your own biological second uncle out of the country."

Zhao Tianyu swirled his wine glass, wearing a fake smile.

"What's the matter? Took a trip to Jinling, caught a bit of that provincial peasant stench, and now you don't even recognize your own family?"

A few extremely faint sneers immediately echoed in the room.

This was a show of dominance.

Sitting nearby, Wang Zhe pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, making no move to stop it.

He just wanted to see how Shen Fei would react to this blatant, in-your-face insult.

Would he fly into a rage and flip the table?

Or would he swallow his pride?

Either way, he would look inferior.

Shen Fei didn't even look at Zhao Tianyu.

He walked straight to the widest leather sofa in the very center of the room.

Two young masters from second-rate families were originally sitting there.

Feeling the undisguised, terrifying oppressive aura radiating from Shen Fei.

The two didn't even wait for Shen Fei to speak; they sprang up instantly as if electrocuted and obediently gave up their seats.

Shen Fei sat down.

Su Qingxue sat beside him.

Only then did Shen Fei lift his eyelids and glance at Zhao Tianyu.

"If you no longer want those feet of yours, you can keep them on the table."

Shen Fei's voice wasn't loud.

But falling into the ears of everyone in the room, it felt like a chunk of solid ice.

Zhao Tianyu froze for a moment.

Then, his face instantly darkened.

"Shen Fei! Who the fuck do you think you're pretending to be!"

Zhao Tianyu slammed his wine glass down and stood up.

"You think just because you took over the Shen family, you can walk sideways in the capital? Let me tell you, this is the Chang'an Club! Not your Shen family backyard!"

As he spoke, he deliberately picked up the wine bottle and poured it into an empty glass next to him.

His movements were overly exaggerated.

Splash—

Half a glass of red wine "accidentally" overflowed from the glass, splashing directly toward Su Qingxue, who was sitting beside Shen Fei!

The red liquid traced a glaring arc in mid-air.

Su Qingxue's eyes turned cold, but she didn't dodge.

Because she knew the man sitting beside her would absolutely never let such a thing happen.

In the exact moment the red wine was about to spill onto Su Qingxue's dress.

Shen Fei moved.

No one even saw clearly how he struck.

Bang!

A crystal-clear ashtray, like a cannonball fired from a barrel, smashed flawlessly into Zhao Tianyu's wrist!

The crisp sound of shattering bones echoed clearly in everyone's ears.

"Ahhh!!!"

Zhao Tianyu let out a bloodcurdling scream like a slaughtered pig.

The wine bottle in his hand dropped to the floor, smashing to pieces.

The bright red wine mixed with the blood flowing from his wrist, spreading across the expensive carpet.

Clutching his twisted and deformed right hand, Zhao Tianyu fell to his knees in agony.

The entire room fell dead silent.

Everyone gasped.

Wang Zhe's hand, which was pushing up his glasses, froze in mid-air.

The mockery Sun Lili was about to spit out was swallowed forcefully back into her stomach.

Crazy!

Shen Fei was crazy!

This was the eldest young master of the Zhao family! The only heir to a military dynasty!

He actually shattered Zhao Tianyu's wrist right in the private room of the Chang'an Club, in front of all these people!

"Shen Fei! You dare hit me?!"

Covered in cold sweat from the pain, Zhao Tianyu glared at Shen Fei with bloodshot eyes.

"You're dead! My dad will definitely not let you off! I'm going to call in the garrison troops to shoot you dead!!!"

Facing Zhao Tianyu's frantic roaring.

Shen Fei pulled a wet wipe from the table and slowly, methodically wiped his hands.

"Call in troops?"

Shen Fei's tone was so flat it didn't have a single ripple.

"No need for you to call. I'll call them for you."

Shen Fei took out his phone.

He dialed a number.

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. There was only the ringing sound coming from the other end of the line.

A few seconds later, the call connected.

"Hello, General Zhao."

Shen Fei had it on speakerphone.

From the other end of the phone came the extremely authoritative voice of a middle-aged man, carrying a heavy military bearing.

It was none other than Zhao Tianyu's father, the powerful bigwig of the Capital Military Region, Zhao Jianguo.

"Ah, it's Little Fei. You're back in the capital?" Zhao Jianguo's voice was quite polite. After all, Shen Fei was now the actual person in charge of the Shen family, and his status could now be considered on equal footing with his own.

"I am. I'm currently having tea with Young Master Zhao at the Chang'an Club."

Looking at the wailing Zhao Tianyu on the floor, Shen Fei spoke calmly.

"It's just that Young Master Zhao's drinking etiquette isn't very good."

"He just said he wants to call in the garrison troops to shoot me."

On the other end of the phone.

There was instantly a dead silence.

Immediately after, Zhao Jianguo's furious roar almost burst through the phone's speaker!

"That little beast!!!"

"Xiao Fei, give him the phone!"

Shen Fei threw the phone in front of Zhao Tianyu.

Zhao Tianyu was completely terrified by now. Since childhood, the person he feared most was his father.

"Dad... Dad! He started it! He broke my wrist!" Zhao Tianyu cried out, trying to defend himself.

"Shut up!!"

Zhao Jianguo's voice was utterly cold.

"You ignorant fool! Do you have any idea who you just provoked?!"

"Apologize to Young Master Shen right now, this instant!"

"If you don't get Young Master Shen's forgiveness, I'll pretend I never had you as a son today!"

Zhao Jianguo's roaring made everyone's hearts sink to the bottom of their chests in the private room.

The Zhao family had yielded.

In front of all the second-generation heirs of the capital, they were being trampled under Shen Fei's feet, and they didn't even dare to utter a squeak!

This was the absolute crushing power of authority!

The Shen family's current foundation and the ruthlessness Shen Fei displayed made even a big shot like Zhao Jianguo unwilling to easily start a conflict.

"Dad..." Zhao Tianyu broke down completely.

He turned his head and looked at Shen Fei, who was sitting on the sofa, looking down at him from above.

All of his arrogance and domineering attitude vanished into thin air at this moment.

"Young... Young Master Shen..."

Enduring the agonizing pain of his broken wrist, Zhao Tianyu's voice trembled.

"I'm sorry... I was blind, I couldn't keep my mouth shut..."

Shen Fei didn't even spare him a glance.

"General Zhao," Shen Fei spoke into the phone.

"A son's lack of discipline is the father's fault. Young Master Zhao's wrist can be considered the price of a lesson."

"However, since he likes putting his feet on the table so much, I don't think there's any use in keeping them."

On the other end of the line, Zhao Jianguo fell silent for two seconds.

Then.

"I understand. Young Master Shen, I apologize."

The call ended.

Less than five minutes later.

The door to the private room was pushed open again.

Four rugged men with cold expressions, dressed in plain clothes, rushed in.

Without any nonsense, they walked straight up to Zhao Tianyu.

"Eldest Young Master, forgive us. The Chief has given his orders."

One of the men said expressionlessly.

He directly raised his combat boot.

Crack!

Crack!

Two consecutive stomps.

They landed with extreme precision and ruthlessness right on Zhao Tianyu's knees!

The sound of shattering bones made everyone's scalp tingle!

"Ah!!!"

Zhao Tianyu let out a miserable shriek and fainted from the pain on the spot.

The four men dragged the unconscious Zhao Tianyu away like a dead dog, quickly leaving the room.

The entire process.

Was clean and efficient.

Deathly silence filled the private room.

Wang Zhe's face was as pale as paper, his eyes behind his glasses filled with terror.

Sun Lili was so frightened she tightly covered her mouth, terrified of making even the slightest sound.

Was this really the same Shen Fei who only knew how to eat, drink, and play around in the capital?!

This was simply an emotionless tyrant!

With just one sentence.

He forced a big shot of the Zhao family to personally order the crippling of his own son's legs!

Shen Fei leaned back on the sofa.

His gaze slowly swept across the room.

"A welcome banquet? Testing the waters?"

Shen Fei's voice echoed in the room.

"I don't care how you played by the rules of this circle before."

"From today onwards."

"In any gathering where I, Shen Fei, am present."

"I am the rules."

The entire room was as quiet as winter cicadas.

No one dared to utter half a word of objection.

All the second-generation heirs lowered their heads, lacking even the courage to look Shen Fei in the eye.

Only now did they truly understand.

The sky of the capital's second-generation circle had changed.

Just as Shen Fei was about to stand up and leave this boring gathering.

A system notification suddenly rang in his mind.

[Ding!]

[Weak high-level luck fluctuation detected.]

[Type: Extraordinary Ability (Incompletely awakened).]

[Coordinates: Corner of the current private room.]

Shen Fei's movements paused slightly.

Following the system's coordinates, he cast his gaze to a dim corner at the very back of the room.

Over there.

A girl sat quietly.

She wore a minimalist white evening gown. She hadn't participated in any of the earlier farce, and even when Zhao Tianyu's legs were crippled, her eyes showed no significant fluctuation.

From beginning to end, she was like a detached bystander.

Quiet.

Ethereal.

But when Shen Fei's gaze locked onto her.

In his line of sight, floating above the girl's head was not only the dazzling red light representing the original plot's female lead.

But surrounding the periphery of that red light was a layer of extremely faint, yet incredibly pure golden light!

This layer of golden light tried desperately to hide, but still couldn't escape the capture of the Eye of Luck.

The system provided an analysis:

[Target: Ye Qingyu.]

[Identity: Daughter of the Ye family in the capital.]

[Status: Contains a highly concentrated source of Light-type extraordinary ability (dormant). Highly likely to awaken upon encountering a life-and-death crisis or intense stimulation.]

[Potential Threat Assessment: S-Class or above.]

Shen Fei looked at the quiet girl.

Ye Qingyu.

The apple of the eye of the Ye family, one of the four great families of the capital.

In the future, she was supposed to be one of the ultimate harem members of some ancient martial arts medical immortal or mercenary king protagonist.

But now.

She actually harbored the source of an extraordinary ability within her body.

A trace of genuine interest finally surfaced in Shen Fei's eyes.

It turned out that the waters of the capital.

Were deeper than he had imagined.

Feeling Shen Fei's gaze.

Ye Qingyu in the corner also raised her head.

Their eyes met.

There was no fear in Ye Qingyu's eyes, nor the fawning seen in the other second-generation heirs.

There was only an extremely calm scrutiny.

She picked up a glass of soda water in front of her and stood up from the shadows.

And slowly walked toward Shen Fei.