Yue Xiaofei's expression did not change in the face of the threat.
The room sank once more into a long, oppressive wait.
Every second felt like a century.
Su Wanning stood behind Yue Xiaofei, her heart in turmoil and her palms slick with sweat.
She realized she had never truly known this man.
From the start, after her mother Jiang Lan introduced them, she had been prejudiced against Yue Xiaofei and wanted nothing to do with him.
She had thought he was a penniless country boy, a criminal's son, a parasite hoping to exploit an old family connection and live off a powerful woman.
But everything that had happened today had shattered her assumptions.
He had faced the commander of the Special Operations Brigade, a man with troops at his command, without batting an eye.
He had faced a ruthless underworld kingpin and made him obey every word.
He had brought down a powerful director of Bureau 7 with a single phone call.
Now he was even preparing to take on the Eight Great Clans of Capital City head-on—the families spoken of as if they were gods!
Who was he?
What terrifying identity and backing did he have?
Questions flooded Su Wanning's mind.
Just as her thoughts ran wild...
"Rumble..."
The roar of engines suddenly rose from below the hotel.
A convoy of luxury cars, including Rolls-Royces and Bentleys, pulled up at the entrance with brazen swagger.
Bang!
The doors opened, and a group of bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses hurried out to clear the area.
Then a tall man in his fifties with slicked-back hair stepped out of the lead Rolls-Royce Phantom. He radiated the authority of someone long accustomed to power.
It was Xu Zhenxiong, chairman of the Xu Group and Xu Yaoyang's father!
Beside him stood