After picking up his sister, Brother Jin gave her his life

In the core area of ​​this bustling city, a highly anticipated press conference is being prepared in full swing.

The protagonist Bei Mingmo, a man who calls the shots in the business and social circles, is happily preparing to welcome his highlight moment.

At this time, Ming Nanjin, along with Jiang Shiwen, Jiang Shiyu, Yan Zeyu and others, quietly entered the press conference venue.

Ming Nanjin was dressed in black, like an elf in the dark night, with a stern expression.

He raised his eyes and looked at the luxuriously decorated venue. Bei Ming Mo had promoted this press conference with great fanfare, and the resentment in his heart surged like a tide.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile, but that smile was without any warmth, as if it came from the coldness of the Nine Nether Hell.

Bei Ming Mo, all this is not what you deserve at all. I will never let you succeed so easily!

A strange and resolute smile flashed across Ming Nanjin's eyes for a moment.

He slightly turned sideways, motioning for everyone to follow, and then walked slowly to the back of the venue with a few people, stopped in front of a row of empty chairs, and sat down casually.

Bei Mingmo on the stage was in high spirits, talking big to the audience and media below. Every gesture and every word he said revealed his confidence and pride.

Ming Nanjin stared at him closely, the murderous intent in his eyes was like a materialized sharp blade that almost broke through his body and could not be hidden.

"Jin, when do we take action?"

Yan Zeyu lowered his voice and leaned slightly closer to Ming Nanjin. He held the computer tightly in his hands, his slender fingers gently stroking the keyboard, his eyes full of concentration and eagerness.

Long before entering the venue, he used his superb hacking skills to quietly hack into the huge display screen behind Bei Mingmo.

At this moment, as long as Ming Nanjin gave the order, he would press the enter key without hesitation and make public all of Bei Mingmo's unknown secrets, those things that were enough to ruin his reputation.

This man who was overlooking the world from the clouds suddenly fell into hell and could only look up at everything he once had.

Ming Nanjin turned her head slightly and her gaze lingered briefly on Jiang Shiwen.

Jiang Shiwen understood what he meant, lowered his head slightly, touched the earphone with his lips, and asked softly in a voice that was barely noticeable to others.

After a while, he seemed to have received some important response, and his originally tense expression relaxed slightly. He then raised his eyes to look at Ming Nanjin, and when their eyes met, he nodded slightly.

Jiang Shiwen raised his hand again and seemingly casually pressed the small headset beside his ear. After a few seconds of silence, he leaned closer to Ming Nanjin and spoke in a voice as light as the falling of feathers, but with an unquestionable firmness: "An Yi and the others are already prepared. Everything is ready. They are just waiting for our order."

Every word seemed to be carefully polished and accurately transmitted to Ming Nanjin's ears.

When Ming Nanjin heard this, his eyes suddenly brightened, like a faint light suddenly appearing in the cold night.

He slowly shifted his gaze to Bei Ming Mo who was talking on the stage, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In this smile, there is the long-awaited certainty and the joy of impending revenge.

This day finally arrived like fate after a long wait.

Jiang Shiyu, who usually loves to joke around with Yan Zeyu, put away his playful nature today. He looked serious, rarely showing such seriousness and concentration.

The atmosphere in the entire venue seemed to have an invisible tension that made everyone immersed in it unconsciously, and even the air seemed to solidify a little.

"Thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedule to attend this press conference for the final heir of the Bei Ming family. Now, we will officially start this important moment."

Bei Ming Mo stood in the center of the stage with his head held high and his chest puffed out. The lights focused on him, making his figure look extremely tall.

The expression on his face was full of uncontrollable pride, as if the whole world was under his control.

He scanned the crowd below the stage with an unquestionable majesty in his eyes, and continued, "I believe everyone is aware of the rules of the Beiming family. It has always been the eldest son or daughter who inherits the family business. However, Beiming Nanling, my sister, has not been heard from for so many years, as if she had evaporated from the face of the earth. For so long, I have been taking care of family affairs on her behalf. Now, the situation within the company is turbulent. In order to stabilize people's hearts, after a series of discussions and considerations by the family, we have come to the final conclusion - next, I will officially take over the Beiming family."

His voice echoed throughout the venue, carrying with it a domineering aura of someone determined to win.

The reporters in the audience were like sharks smelling blood. They all raised their microphones and rushed to ask all kinds of sharp questions.

"Mr. Bei Ming, may I ask if something happened to the eldest daughter of the Bei Ming family? Why has there been no news from her for so many years?" A male reporter wearing black-framed glasses asked loudly, his eyes full of eagerness to explore.

Then, another female reporter followed up with another question: "Mr. Beiming, will Beiming Nanling never come back to the Beiming family? Or... Beiming Nanling is no longer alive?"

As soon as this question was asked, there was a small commotion in the conference hall, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Bei Mingmo, waiting for his response.

Hearing these interview questions that were as sharp as needles in the heart, Ming Nanjin's eyes instantly became bloodshot and anger burned in his eyes.

His teeth were clenched tightly, and his fists were clenched tightly. The veins on the back of his hands were bulging, as if he would crush the air in the next second.

He roared in his heart, if it weren't for Bei Ming Mo in front of him, how could his mother be so cruel to leave, and how could he have to go through so much suffering!

Ming Nanjin stared at Bei Mingmo, who was surrounded by reporters in the crowd. At this moment, Bei Mingmo had an extremely bright smile on his face, which was full of pride and satisfaction, as if what he had dreamed of had finally fallen into his pocket.

Yan Zeyu was sitting next to Ming Nanjin, and had a full view of his every move.

Seeing Ming Nanjin so furious yet trying to hold back his anger, Yan Zeyu was full of confusion, not understanding why he didn't act according to the plan.

He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, thinking secretly that if he didn't take action now, the opportunity would be missed!

Just when everyone was confused, Ming Nanjin suddenly stood up as if driven by an invisible force.

His movements were quick and decisive, without any hesitation.

He walked towards Bei Ming Mo, who was being interviewed, step by step, calmly and firmly. Every step he took seemed to carry a great force, shaking the air around him slightly.

Yan Zeyu, Jiang Shiwen, and Jiang Shiyu were stunned at first, and then looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion and worry.

They all wondered in their hearts, what was Ming Nanjin trying to do? This was totally not the plan they had discussed before!

Watching Ming Nanjin walk firmly towards the center of the stage step by step, the three people's heartbeats suddenly quickened, and an inexplicable sense of tension gripped their hearts.

Jiang Shiwen frowned slightly, with a hint of uneasiness in his eyes; Jiang Shiyu's hands unconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes, and fine beads of sweat seeped out of his forehead; Yan Zeyu gripped the computer in his hand even more tightly, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.

As Ming Nanjin walked, he slowly lowered the hat on his head. The shadow covered most of his face, leaving only his tightly pursed lips and cold eyes.

As the distance between him and Bei Ming Mo got closer, a depressing and dangerous atmosphere filled the air.

Bei Ming Mo also seemed to feel a strong sense of oppression, as if there was a pair of burning eyes staring at him from behind.

He raised his head subconsciously, and at that moment, his eyes met Ming Nanjin's.

At this glance, it was as if two lightning bolts intersected in the air, colliding to create intense sparks, and the atmosphere in the entire venue instantly dropped to freezing point.