These voices, each louder and more imposing than the last.
Zhang Dong and his group felt a tremor in their hearts.
They never expected such a situation to arise, and were momentarily stunned.
*Thump, thump, thump!*
Before long, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed, and a commotion erupted within the mall.
Immediately after, teams of security guards armed with batons rapidly converged.
Their steps were steady, their movements swift, clearly indicating professional training, far from ordinary thugs.
"Security Team One, all personnel in position!"
"Security Team Two, all personnel in position!"
"Security Team Three..."
"Security Team Four..."
As each resonant voice called out, Zhang Dong and his men's faces grew increasingly grim.
In less than a minute, hundreds of people had gathered.
"Brother Dong... this, this is too many people?" Lin Siming, nearly wetting himself in fear, whispered to Zhang Dong, his voice filled with terror.
Zhang Dong, looking at the hundreds of well-trained security guards surrounding them, felt a growing unease.
He knew that the subordinates he currently kept numbered only a few dozen. Compared to Zhou Qiang's hundreds, they were like a tiny spark against a raging inferno.
If a fight were to break out, his men would be utterly outmatched.
He never imagined that he, who always preyed on others, would have his own eyes pecked out by an eagle.
He gritted his teeth, staring fiercely at Zhou Qiang, and spat, "Damn it, Qiangzi, you're ruthless. Let's go!"
With Zhang Dong preparing to retreat, his followers behind him had no intention of staying.
The uniform security outfits surrounding them gave off an air of a disciplined army, making them, a group of petty thugs, appear like a disorganized mob.
"Wait!"
Zhou Qiang stepped forward, pushing Zhang Dong's chest.
"Qiangzi, damn it, don't push your luck!" Zhang Dong's panic intensified, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Hmph, pushing my luck? I told you to leave earlier and you didn't. Now that the boss is paying, you can't leave even if you want to!"
Zhou Qiang's imposing aura surged, and he let out a cold snort. He gestured behind him and shouted, "Brothers, go! Breaking arms and legs is fine. Anyone who resists, beat them half to death!"
"Qiangzi, how dare you... Ah!"
Seeing Zhou Qiang truly intending to act, Zhang Dong became frantic, but before he could finish speaking, Zhou Qiang grabbed his arm.
With a shoulder throw, Zhou Qiang slammed him to the ground, then swiftly twisted.
*Crack!*
Zhang Dong's arm contorted unnaturally, sending shivers down the spines of everyone present.
Seeing their boss making a move, the other security guards hesitated no longer and swarmed forward.
In an instant, screams of agony filled the air.
The difference between a disciplined force and a mob was stark. In less than two minutes, all of Zhang Dong's men had their arms or legs broken and were then carried out by the security guards.
"Ah, Sis, my leg is broken! Save me!"
Lin Siming wailed, clutching his leg. This time, his leg was truly broken.
Ling Feng waved at Zhou Qiang, who immediately had his men step aside, lowering Lin Siming.
Lin Siqi, however, clenched her teeth, looking at her brother with a pained expression.
"Your indulgence of him will only harm him!" Ling Feng said indifferently.
Lin Siqi's tears fell as she turned away, steeling her heart.
"Ah! Sis, you can't abandon me, they'll beat me to death!"
Lin Siming was genuinely terrified by the scene. Everyone else had been carried away, leaving him alone.
He was certain Ling Feng intended to deal with him personally!
"I won't kill you today, but if you don't amount to anything, don't come looking for your sister! Otherwise, the next time I see you, it won't be just a broken leg!"
Ling Feng spoke coldly to Lin Siming.
Lin Siming's eyes met Ling Feng's again, and he instinctively cowered, but his face was filled with relief.
"Ah, okay, as long as you don't kill me, anything is fine, anything..."
Before Lin Siming could finish his rambling, Ling Feng signaled a security guard to take him to the hospital.
Ling Feng didn't spare Lin Siming another glance, hoping this scoundrel would learn his lesson this time.
"Ling Feng, I'm sorry, I..." Lin Siqi lowered her head, apologizing again.
"I told you, it's not your fault. Don't cry..."
As Ling Feng patiently comforted Lin Siqi, on the top floor of the Wuhu Group's 66th building, in the most luxurious reception hall, Lei Zhengtang's face was filled with excitement.
He looked at the table laden with delicacies, urging those around him to reheat the dishes.
His gaze, however, kept drifting towards the entrance, his heart brimming with anticipation.
Lei Zhengtang had just received news, news that sent him into a frenzy of joy!
Lei Zhengtang's second uncle, who had fallen out with his father thirty years ago and angrily left Hanjiang, Uncle Lei Qianjun, had returned!
Lei Qianjun!
Once the most powerful contender for the Wuhu Gang's succession, he had faced opposition and ostracism from the entire family for proposing the idea of the Wuhu Gang going legitimate and engaging in business too early.
Ultimately, Lei Qianjun, enraged, departed and was never heard from again!
Later, after Lei Zhengtang's father took charge, feeling the Wuhu Gang had reached a bottleneck, he remembered Lei Qianjun's words and began to lead the Wuhu Gang in a transformation.
Unexpectedly, after years of effort, the transformation was successful, yielding immense profits and accumulating tremendous wealth.
But by then, no one remembered Lei Qianjun.
The last time Lei Zhengtang heard the name was seven years ago, mentioned by his father during his final moments.
It turned out Lei Zhengtang's father had always paid close attention to Lei Qianjun, even secretly providing him with substantial financial support in his early years, for which he had been reprimanded by his elders.
Lei Zhengtang only recalled his father mentioning that his second uncle, Lei Qianjun, had established some businesses in Shanghai, but he didn't know how large they were.
However, today, Lei Zhengtang received word that the chairman of a powerful conglomerate in Shanghai, Qianjun Group, would be visiting!
And this person was his second uncle, Lei Qianjun!
In other words, Lei Qianjun was now the chairman of a powerful conglomerate and was returning home in glory.
This news came from a phone call he received from Lei Qianjun himself two hours ago.
Furthermore, he had been informed that he would be landing on the top floor of the Wuhu Group's 66th building via private jet.
Lei Zhengtang had promptly arranged for a helipad and a lavish welcoming banquet, respectfully awaiting his arrival with over a dozen members of the Lei family.