Chen Zhonghe did not notice that not far behind him, a silver-gray Volkswagen Langyi had stopped. As soon as his car left, the Volkswagen Langyi slowly started up and followed behind.
Sitting inside the Volkswagen Langyi was the young man Qian Yiming had sent to investigate Xiao Zhan's background.
As the young man drove, he made a call to Qian Yiming.
"Brother Ming."
He said in a low voice: "Su Bingtian and Song Qingshan brought a group of police officers and rushed into Su's Group. I don't know what happened, but about twenty minutes later, Song Qingshan left alone without arresting anyone. Instead, Su Bingtian, Su Jianguo and Su Wenchao, the grandfather, father and son, were carried out and sent to the city hospital..."
He briefly told Qian Yiming about the situation here.
Qian Yiming pondered for a moment and asked, "What happened then?"
"The last to come out were Chen Zhonghe and his son Chen Shaohui.
The young man went on, "I vaguely heard Chen Zhonghe telling Chen Shaohui to book plane tickets for tonight and leave Qing City with his mother to seek refuge with Chen Zhonglin and Chen Shaohuang in Beijing.
"As for Chen Zhonghe himself, he's on his way back to the south of the city. Should I follow him?"
"Yes, follow him," Qian Yiming instructed. "Confirm where Chen Zhonghe is going, who he is meeting with, then report back to me."
"Got it!"
The young man hung up and tailed Chen Zhonghe's car closely.
On the other side,
At the Qianjiang Group headquarters, in the bright and spacious office, Qian Yiming sat in the swivel chair by the desk, put down his phone, stared at the computer screen in front of him, and murmured, "It's the limited edition supreme black card from Global Bank after all!"
Displayed on the computer screen was a picture of the supreme black card, almost identical to the one Xiao Zhan had used, except for one difference. The card Xiao Zhan had seemed to have a wolf head symbol about the size of a fingernail in the top left corner.
"Wolf head?"
Qian Yiming muttered to himself, "Could it be a decorative sticker he put on himself?"
Just as he was thinking,
Suddenly, footsteps sounded.
"You brat, always hanging around the Martial Arts Club, how do you have time to come to the company?"
It was Qian Yiming's father, Qianjiang Group's Chairman and Qing City's richest man, Qian Bancheng! Slightly stout, dressed in a proper black suit, with a square face, sword-like eyebrows and eagle eyes. In conversation, he exuded an aura of majestic authority.
"Dad!"
Qian Yiming immediately said, "There's something I want to discuss with you."
"What is it? Speak."
Qian Bancheng glanced at his watch. "I have a meeting to chair in ten minutes, so make it quick."
"Just now, I saw someone using a supreme black card from Global Bank."
"What?!"
The smile froze on Qian Bancheng's face. His previously relaxed expression instantly hardened as he looked up at Qian Yiming with a frown. "Say that again, what did you see?"
"A limited edition supreme black card from Global Bank!"
With that, Qian Yiming turned the laptop on the desk to face Qian Bancheng, pointed at the image on the screen and said, "It's this kind of card, nearly identical, except for a wolf head symbol in the top left corner."
"Oh?"
Qian Bancheng's pupils contracted as he stared at the photo, stunned for a full ten seconds, before asking, "Are you sure you didn't see wrongly?"
This was unbelievable!
After all, this was Qing City!
Looking around Qing City, who could compare with him, Qian Bancheng, when it came to wealth? He was the undisputed richest man in Qing City, with nearly 10 billion in assets. With a stomp of his foot, he could make the whole of Qing City shake three times. With a spit, he could drown a large number of small and medium enterprises!
If there was only one person in Qing City who could own Global Bank's supreme black card, then without a doubt, it must be him!
But in fact, he didn't even qualify to apply for one!
If even he couldn't get one, who could?
No one was clearer than him on how difficult it was to apply for Global Bank's supreme black card!
So his first reaction was that Qian Yiming must have seen wrongly. Compared to a supreme black card appearing in someone else's hands, this explanation was obviously much more credible.
"I'm eighty to ninety percent certain I didn't see wrongly."
Qian Yiming also knew this matter was rather inconceivable, so he didn't make his claim too full. He said in a low voice, "I've already sent someone to investigate that person's background. Starting from his identity and background, we may be able to verify the authenticity of that card."
"Tell me in detail, who is that person? Where did you see him?"
Qian Bancheng sat down on the sofa opposite.
"Alright."
So Qian Yiming gave Qian Bancheng a detailed account of Xiao Zhan being released from prison today, becoming a son-in-law of the Su family, crashing the engagement banquet, spending over 900,000 yuan buying up all the clothes in Ruiding Mall to gift Su Muhui, as well as the matter with Su's Group.
After listening, Qian Bancheng's expression grew even more solemn.
"Director Qian, it's time for the meeting."
Suddenly, the office door was pushed open and a female secretary appeared at the entrance.
Qian Bancheng glared at her. "Meeting canceled."
"Huh?"
The secretary was stunned. "But..."
"Get lost!"
Qian Bancheng snapped angrily, giving the secretary a fright. She almost peed herself on the spot. Hurriedly closing the door, she turned and left.
"You said just now that man's surname is Xiao, named Xiao Zhan? In his early twenties, 1.85 meters tall, kicked you so hard you couldn't stand up? Was imprisoned five years ago for rape? Chosen by the Su family to become their son-in-law?"
Qian Bancheng looked at Qian Yiming again.
"That's right,"
Qian Yiming nodded. "I suspect the matter with Su's Group may also have something to do with him."
"Your suspicion is correct."
Qian Bancheng took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "It's him. That spirited young man from twenty years ago has returned, now harboring deep resentment and hatred, coming back to seek revenge!"
"The Su family is just his first target for revenge, but definitely not the last!"
"The Chen, Liu and Zhang families can't escape either! If I'm not wrong, Chen Zhonghe leaving Su's Group now should be to meet with Liu Hangong and Zhang Fenglin to discuss countermeasures."
Evidently, Qian Bancheng had guessed Xiao Zhan's background and knew the truth behind that injustice case five years ago.
"Dad..."
Qian Yiming looked shocked. "You knew Xiao Zhan long ago?"
"Yes, I knew him," Qian Bancheng nodded. "It was probably twenty years ago when he was just five or six that I met him and even carried him before. Back then, I was just an insignificant small-time trader, while his mother had married into a prominent family in Beijing and achieved great success... "
Qian Yiming forcefully suppressed the shock in his heart and listened quietly.
Over half an hour!
Qian Bancheng canceled the meeting he had previously scheduled and talked uninterrupted for over half an hour, telling Qian Yiming what he knew about Xiao Zhan. However, Xiao Zhan grew up in Beijing since young and rarely came to Qing City, so he didn't know him too well.
Even so, it was still incredibly shocking to Qian Yiming!
Completely beyond his imagination!
Who could have imagined that young man who kicked and injured him at Ruiding Mall was actually the young master of the illustrious Xiao family in Beijing five years ago?
He knew a bit about the Xiao family in Beijing.
Put simply, the Qian family prided itself on being Qing City's richest with almost 10 billion in assets, but compared to the colossal Xiao family, it was insignificant. If the Xiao family was a great mountain, the Qian family could only be considered a small hill!
Worlds apart!
From what he knew, in recent years Qian Bancheng had been seeking cooperation with the Xiao family in Beijing, hoping to climb onto the coattails of the Xiao family and bring Qianjiang Group's development to greater heights.
Now, Xiao Zhan's sudden appearance seemed to be a rare opportunity.
Xiao Zhan harbored deep hatred towards the Xiao family, and the Xiao family must also be eager to get rid of Xiao Zhan. So now that he knew Xiao Zhan's identity and controlled his whereabouts, wouldn't contacting the Xiao family in Beijing to use Xiao Zhan as a bargaining chip allow him to gain the Xiao family's favor?
After the initial shock, this was Qian Yiming's train of thought.
"Dad!"
So he asked, "What are you planning to do next?"

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”