The country entrusted me to buy an aircraft carrier, Hou Liangping, do you dare to investigate?

"Anyone who dares to touch my woman should be prepared to pay the price!"

Ye Zi felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly, making her feel suffocated. She knew that Huang Feipeng had embarked on a path of no return, and she, too, had been forced into this cruel struggle. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that some things, once started, could never be turned back…

Late at night, a black sedan silently pulled into the Zhao family villa. The door opened, and a tall figure stepped out—it was Chang Long, Huang Feipeng's right-hand man. He wore a black trench coat, his face was stern, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, and he exuded an aura of menace. He walked straight to the villa door and pressed the doorbell…

The Zhao family villa was brightly lit, a stark contrast to the silent night outside. Zhao Shanhe sat in a leather chair in his study, a glass of red wine in his hand. The crimson liquid swirled gently in the crystal glass, reflecting his ever-changing expression.

"Huang Feipeng! You fucking dare to touch me!?" Zhao Shanhe roared through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

The video incident spread and escalated online. Although the hype has subsided after public relations efforts, its impact on Zhao Shanhe is like a persistent leech, impossible to shake off. Those business partners who once fawned over him now avoid him like the plague, fearing they will be implicated.

"Young Master, the Chang family's son has arrived. He says he has important business to discuss," the butler said softly, knocking gently on the study door.

"Chang Long?" Zhao Shanhe frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, then he sneered, "What's he doing here? To laugh at me?"

"Get him out! Just tell him I'm not seeing any guests right now!"

The butler looked troubled and hesitated before saying, "Young Master, the Chang family's arrival is aggressive, and..."

"And what? Hesitating like that, what kind of behavior is that!"

"And...he brought quite a few people with him, and they're blocking the entrance now, saying that if you don't see him, he'll..."

"So what if he is?" Zhao Shanhe suddenly stood up and smashed the wine glass in his hand on the ground. "Damn it, Chang Long really thinks he's someone important! Does he really think the Zhao family is afraid of him?!"

"Just tell them I'm coming down right away!"

Zhao Shanhe straightened his clothes, suppressed his anger, and strode downstairs.

Outside the villa gate, Chang Long leaned against a black Mercedes-Benz, a cigarette dangling from his lips, its crimson glow flickering in the night. Behind him stood a dozen or so bodyguards in black suits, each expressionless, burly, and clearly seasoned veterans.

"Young Master Chang, my young master will be down soon, you see..." The butler bowed and scraped as he offered a cigarette, but Chang Long pushed it away.

"Get out of my way!" Chang Long said coldly without even glancing at him. "I'm here to settle scores with Zhao Shanhe, not to waste my breath on you!"

The butler was so frightened that he trembled and dared not say another word, slinking away to the side in disgrace.

Zhao Shanhe came out of the villa and his face darkened immediately upon seeing the commotion at the door. "Chang Long, what do you mean by this? Bringing so many people to my house, are you trying to provoke me?"

"Provocation?" Chang Long exhaled a smoke ring and sneered, "Young Master Zhao, shouldn't I be asking you that? You dare to touch Sister Ye Zi? You're asking for it!"

"Ye Zi? You mean Huang Feipeng's woman?" Zhao Shanhe was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke. "Chang Long, Chang Long, are you out of your mind? You actually dared to bring people to my Zhao family to cause trouble for a woman?"

Chang Long's face darkened. He threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground and stomped it out. "Zhao Shanhe, I'm warning you, you'd better apologize to Sister Ye right now, or else..."

"Otherwise what?" Zhao Shanhe stepped forward, staring intently into Chang Long's eyes, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of his mouth. "Do you think I, Zhao Shanhe, am someone who can be easily intimidated?"

Chang Long didn't speak, but slowly unbuttoned his trench coat, revealing a black vest and muscular physique underneath. He ripped off the gold necklace from his neck and tossed it to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Looks like you're going to have to suffer the consequences!" Chang Long stretched his limbs, making a cracking sound, and his eyes sharpened. "Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

As soon as Chang Long finished speaking, his bodyguards rushed towards Zhao Shanhe like tigers descending a mountain. The bodyguards from the Zhao family villa immediately went to meet them, and the two sides instantly grappled with each other, exchanging blows and screams of pain...

Just then, a red Ferrari sports car roared up and screeched to a halt in front of everyone. The car door opened, and a tall, stunningly beautiful woman in a long red dress stepped out.

"stop!"

The crisp sound, like a thunderclap, instantly stunned everyone present. Everyone stopped what they were doing, their eyes fixed on the newcomer, filled with surprise and confusion.

"Sister Yezi? What brings you here?" Chang Long's face lit up with surprise when he saw the person, and he quickly went to greet her.

The person who came was Ye Zi. She ignored Chang Long and walked straight to Zhao Shanhe. Her eyes were as cold as ice, and her tone was full of disdain and mockery.

"Zhao Shanhe, how dare you touch my people?!"

Zhao Shanhe was taken aback at first, then quickly came to his senses, a cynical smile spreading across his face. "Who do we have here? It's Miss Ye. What brings you here today? Could it be that you've come specifically to back up your dog?" As he spoke, he glanced at Chang Long with disdain in his eyes.

Ye Zi ignored his provocation and walked straight to Chang Long's side. She reached out and gently smoothed the wrinkles on his collar, her tone as gentle as a spring breeze, "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

A gentle smile appeared on Chang Long's usually cold face. He shook his head and said softly, "I'm fine, Sister Ye. I'm sorry to have worried you."

"It's good that you're alright." Ye Zi patted his shoulder before turning around, her gaze sharp as she looked at Zhao Shanhe, her tone as cold as ice, "Zhao Shanhe, you should be glad Chang Long is alright, otherwise, even if the King of Heaven himself came today, he wouldn't be able to save you!"

"Oh, I'm so scared!" Zhao Shanhe patted his chest, feigning fear, his tone full of mockery. "I'd like to see how you can't save me."

Ye Zi didn't speak, only stared coldly at him, her gaze as sharp as a knife, as if trying to see right through him. Zhao Shanhe felt a chill run down his spine under her gaze and couldn't help but take a half-step back, saying with a fierce but weak voice, "You... what do you want? Let me tell you, I'm a member of the Zhao family. If you dare touch me, my father..."