Just call me Little Tiger

When their leader dropped to his knees, the underlings beside him were utterly dumbfounded. They looked at one another, at a complete loss.

"What are you standing around for? Get on your knees!"

And so, every member of the Black Tiger Society Uncle Ming had brought along actually knelt down and began paying homage to Chen Hao.

Long Guangsheng and his men were completely baffled too. What was going on? Why were they suddenly bowing to him?

At that moment, their admiration for Chen Hao flowed like a mighty river, endless and unbroken...

Uncle Ming had been sitting in the stands with his legs crossed when he caught sight of this display of reverence out of the corner of his eye. He nearly toppled out of his chair. "Holy shit, what's going on?"

Chen Hao couldn't be bothered to waste words with them. He simply told them to get up, then whispered a few instructions into Yang Zi's ear.

Yang Zi's expression shifted as he listened. Although reluctance was written all over his face, he could only grit his teeth and agree.

By then, Liu Yan had walked up to Zhao Feng. She smiled slightly, then, without another word, sprayed the Blue Light Potion powder directly onto his scar.

The black powder instantly covered Zhao Feng's scar, and a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine spread throughout the venue.

Zhao Feng frowned slightly, as though he felt a little pain, but the sensation soon disappeared.

Everyone waited quietly, their eyes fixed on Zhao Feng's arm.

Five seconds!

Ten seconds!

Fifteen seconds!

Yet as time passed, everyone's patience slowly began to wear thin.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer and spoke in a low voice, breaking the silence.

"That's it? It just smells like Chinese medicine. Are they using some herbal powder to put on a show?"

"Exactly. From that smell alone, I could guess what's in it."

Despite the murmurs of doubt around her, Liu Yan remained confident and simply waited in silence.

Zhao Feng himself had initially looked disdainful, convinced that Blue Light Pharmaceuticals was merely putting on an act. But when an indescribable sensation spread through his arm, he finally frowned and drew a deep breath.

Under the gaze of everyone present, Zhao Feng finally couldn't stand it any longer. He wiped all the dark gray powder off his arm in one motion.

The instant the powder came off, there was no trace of a scar or wound on Zhao Feng's arm!

At that moment, it wasn't just Zhao Feng who was stunned. Everyone around him fell utterly silent. Even the reporters holding cameras stood motionless, their eyes wide. The very air seemed to freeze.

More than ten seconds passed before Zhao Feng raised his arm, trembling, and cried out to the crowd, "The scar on my arm really healed in an instant!"

His cry was like a boulder plunging into the sea, sending towering waves through the deathly silent venue.

Countless reporters and attendees surged toward Liu Yan. Fortunately, Long Guangsheng had stationed people there in advance, and they managed to hold the crowd back.

"Ms. Liu, how much stock do you have left? I want to place an order. I'll take everything you have!"

"Ms. Liu, how did Blue Light Pharmaceuticals develop this miraculous potion? Did your company develop this technology independently?"

"Has Blue Light Pharmaceuticals been so quiet these past few years because you've been concentrating on developing this technology, waiting to make a big comeback?"

Flashing cameras and questions instantly engulfed Liu Yan. Without a doubt, she had once again become the center of attention.

Uncle Ming, who had looked so confident before, fell straight out of his chair and knelt on the floor in a daze.

At that moment, Liu Yan's eyes grew moist, and she instinctively looked toward Chen Hao.

There was no doubt that after this product launch, Blue Light Pharmaceuticals would become the focus of all Huaxia, perhaps even the entire world.

The fallen king would surely rise again and stand proudly at the pinnacle of the world.

And the man who had made all of this possible was Chen Hao.

The uproar lasted for dozens of minutes before gradually subsiding.

During that time, Liu Yan faced many questions from reporters, but she deftly sidestepped them all.

It wasn't that Liu Yan was unwilling to reveal too much. She herself knew nothing about the origin of this mysterious potion.

Seizing the opportunity, Liu Yan publicly announced the retail price of the Blue Light Potion.

She had expected the price of one million per bottle to spark objections from quite a few businesses. But with Zhao Feng providing living proof of its effectiveness, and Liu Yan announcing a production limit of fewer than ten bottles a day, the entrepreneurs went wild, frantically placing advance orders and buying more.

Their stock of several dozen bottles sold out instantly. Liu Yan's phone kept ringing with bank notifications confirming incoming payments.

In just half an hour, more than thirty million in sales payments had entered Blue Light Pharmaceuticals' account, leaving Liu Yan positively delighted.

Meanwhile, Uncle Ming stood below the stage, his face dark with fury.

After today, Blue Light Pharmaceuticals would undoubtedly attract worldwide attention. Not only would it turn its losses into profits, but joining the ranks of world-class companies would only be a matter of time.

Wouldn't that mean he would have to hand over his shares in Blue Light Pharmaceuticals?

Seeing how badly things were going, Uncle Ming couldn't stay any longer. He tried to slip away and find President Wang to work out a longer-term plan.

But he had barely taken two steps when Yang Zi blocked his path.

Seeing Yang Zi dare to stop him, Uncle Ming, who was already in a foul mood, immediately glared and snapped, "What the hell are you doing?"

Uncle Ming had brought the Black Tiger Society members along today to cause a scene when Liu Yan embarrassed herself. Instead, not only had he failed to stir up trouble, he had witnessed Blue Light Pharmaceuticals enjoying tremendous success. He was seething.

Smack!

Without giving Uncle Ming any chance to react, Yang Zi struck him across the face with a vicious backhand, nearly knocking the old man off his feet.

Clutching his reddened cheek, Uncle Ming stared at Yang Zi in bewilderment. He trembled for a long while before pointing at him and cursing, "Have you lost your damn mind? You dare hit me? I'm calling your Brother Tiger right now, you suicidal little bastard!"

Hearing that Uncle Ming intended to make a call, Yang Zi showed no sign of panic. He waited patiently.

As soon as the call connected, Uncle Ming began shouting, "What the hell is wrong with your Black Tiger Society? I paid to hire you, and now you dare hit your own employer? You—"

Before Uncle Ming could finish, Brother Tiger's reply left him stunned. "You old bastard, I'm not just going to hit you. I'm going to fucking kill you!"

Judging by Uncle Ming's reaction, Yang Zi had a good idea of what had happened. With a cold smile, he grabbed Uncle Ming by the collar and dragged him outside.

"What are you doing? Let go of me right now!"

Seeing Uncle Ming thrown out, Chen Hao let out a soft breath of relief. As he watched Liu Yan busily handling the crowd, smiling so happily, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

After leaving a few instructions with Long Guangsheng, Chen Hao left the venue, smoking a cigarette. An occasion in the spotlight like this was better left to Liu Yan.

As soon as he stepped outside, Chen Hao saw Yang Zi and his men standing in formation by the entrance.

Seeing Chen Hao emerge, Yang Zi hurried over at a jog, bowing low. "Brother Hao, we've thrown that old bastard out."

Chen Hao frowned. "I know. Why haven't you left yet?"

Just then, a Land Rover came racing toward them.

The instant the vehicle approached, Yang Zi recognized it. Wasn't that their boss Brother Tiger's ride?

Once the vehicle stopped, the Black Tiger Society members immediately gathered around it, bowing and greeting their boss.

But the moment Brother Tiger jumped out, he didn't even bother to look his underlings in the eye. He went straight to Chen Hao with an ingratiating smile. "You must be Brother Hao. Meeting you is even better than hearing about you. My name's Wang Hu. From now on, just call me Little Tiger."

The underlings were utterly dumbfounded. They had already known that Chen Hao wasn't someone to mess with and that Brother Tiger took him very seriously. But seeing their boss bow and scrape like this, even calling himself Little Tiger, left them wondering just who Chen Hao really was.

Chen Hao gave Wang Hu a disdainful glance and said coldly, "Your Black Tiger Society and I really do keep crossing paths. First you wanted me dead, and now you've come to wreck my wife's event."

Terrified, Wang Hu forced another laugh and apologized. "It was all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! Please be generous and forgive us. Let's put the past behind us. From now on, you're my big brother, and the entire Black Tiger Society will answer to you."

As he spoke, Wang Hu called to the dozens of underlings behind him, "What the hell are you standing around for? Greet your big brother!"

"Big brother!"

Their booming shout gave Chen Hao quite a start. He quickly waved his hand. "Don't give me that."

Chen Hao didn't take any of this underworld talk seriously, nor did he want too much involvement with these people. "Resolving this is actually very simple."

At those words, Wang Hu's eyes lit up, and he immediately perked up. "Just say the word. As long as it's something Little Tiger can do, I won't hesitate for a second."

Chen Hao smiled coldly. "Do you remember who paid to have me killed?"

Wang Hu thought for a moment, then nodded. "Of course. Someone surnamed Lou."

With Wang Hu's confirmation, Chen Hao's suspicions were immediately answered.

Seeing Chen Hao remain silent, Wang Hu promptly said, "I'll send someone to slaughter him right now."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. We're civilized people. Why jump straight to killing?" Chen Hao couldn't quite handle Wang Hu's ruthless efficiency and hurried to stop him.

"Then what did you have in mind?" Wang Hu asked, puzzled.

Clearing his throat, Chen Hao said with righteous conviction, "I'm a civilized man. I never do anything wicked. But when someone does something wrong, they ought to pay a price."

Wang Hu's eyes immediately lit up, and he nodded. "Oh, I understand. I'll get on it right away. Just wait for my news."

Having given his instructions, Chen Hao couldn't be bothered to waste any more words and turned to leave.

Wang Hu grew anxious and hurried up to him with a smile. "Brother Hao, wait a moment."

Stopped by Wang Hu, Chen Hao immediately looked displeased. "What? Is there something else?"

Wang Hu gave an awkward laugh. "Brother Hao, I'll do everything I can to take care of what you asked. So, about those nightclubs of mine that were shut down, could you..."

Naturally, Wang Hu's earlier eagerness had been driven by his own interests.

Having operated in Zhonghai City for so many years, Wang Hu had always prided himself on his connections and resources. But this time, the severity of the problem had far exceeded his expectations.

The moment any official heard that Wang Hu had come about this matter, they avoided him like the plague, leaving him truly out of options.

So now, whatever conditions Chen Hao set, he had no choice but to agree.