551: Chapter 546 Make sure he never learns to walk

The group walked through the hall filled with elegant guests toward the private passage leading to the VIP parking lot.

The lighting in the passage was much dimmer than in the hall.

The air was filled with a mixture of disinfectant and high-end fragrance.

Just as they were about to reach the end of the passage, several figures emerged from the shadows on the side.

Leading them was a burly man in a tight black T-shirt, with a fierce over-the-shoulder dragon tattoo, bulging arm muscles—clearly a ruthless character who lived by the sword.

They didn't say a word, just stood side by side like a wall, blocking the way.

Wu Ya's body tensed instantly, and she took a step forward to shield Shen Yan and He Wanqing behind her.

Her gaze became as sharp as a knife.

He Wanqing's heart suddenly leapt into her throat.

She recognized the burly man in the lead; he was a top fighter under Shark Lin, known as "Brother Qian."

"Mr. Shen, right?"

Brother Qian spoke, his voice coarse and carrying a heavy smell of tobacco.

He sized Shen Yan up, his eyes full of undisguised provocation and contempt.

"New here and don't know the rules of Hong Kong City?"

Shen Yan stopped in his tracks.

He didn't even glance at Brother Bao, his gaze still fixed straight ahead on the exit.

"What rules?"

His tone was as flat as if he were asking about today's weather.

Brother Bao grinned, revealing a row of teeth yellowed by smoke.

"Don't reach for things that don't belong to you."

"If you do, be prepared to have your hand chopped off."

The lackeys behind him let out a low chuckle, cracking their knuckles in unison.

He Wanqing's face turned even paler, and she instinctively grabbed the corner of Shen Yan's clothes.

It was her.

She was the one who had dragged him into this.

If it weren't for helping her, this man would never have provoked a local thug like Shark Lin.

Shen Yan finally turned his head, his gaze falling on Brother Bao's face.

That look was very calm.

As calm as a bottomless ancient well.

Brother Qian felt a bit uneasy under his gaze, an inexplicable chill rising in his heart, but his words remained tough.

"Brother Lin said, if you want to make it in Hong Kong City, you have to pay your respects."

"Tonight at Seaview Mansion, he is personally hosting a banquet to give you a chance."

"If you're smart, you'll come with us."

The implication was clear: the consequences of not being "smart" went without saying.

The air seemed to freeze.

He Wanqing was so nervous she could hardly breathe.

At that moment, Shen Yan suddenly smiled.

It was a very slight smile, not even making a sound, just the corners of his mouth curving up slightly.

"Go back and tell Shark Lin."

He spoke, his voice echoing clearly in the quiet passage.

"I'm not interested in drinking his tea."

"He doesn't have that much face."

"Also," he paused, his gaze suddenly turning cold, "keep a tight leash on your dog."

"If you dare block my way again..."

"I'll make it so he never learns to walk again."

The smile on Brother Qian's face froze.

The lackeys behind him also stopped laughing.

They looked at Shen Yan as if he were a madman.

In Hong Kong City, those who dared to speak to Shark Lin like that could be counted on one hand.

And this young man from the mainland was clearly not among them.

"What the fuck did you say?"

Brother Qian's face turned the color of pig liver, a surge of humiliated rage rushing to his head.

He lunged forward, a hand as large as a palm-leaf fan reaching for Shen Yan's collar.

But his hand hadn't even touched Shen Yan yet.

A dark shadow was faster.

Wu Ya moved.

No one saw how she moved.

Only a crisp crack was heard, followed by Brother Qian's pig-like scream.

His outstretched hand was bent backward at a bizarre angle.

His wrist was broken.

Everyone was stunned.

Including He Wanqing.

She never expected this quiet and capable-looking woman to be so swift and ruthless when she acted.

Shen Yan didn't even twitch an eyebrow.

He walked around Brother Bao, who was rolling on the ground clutching his wrist, and continued forward as if nothing had happened.

Wu Ya gave a cold sweep of her eyes over the remaining terrified lackeys and followed closely behind.

He Wanqing hurried to catch up.

It wasn't until she sat in the back seat of the Bentley Mulsanne and the door closed, cutting off all outside noise, that He Wanqing's heart finally slowed down from its frantic pace.

The atmosphere inside the car was quiet and somewhat oppressive.

Shen Yan leaned against the back of the seat, his eyes closed as if he were napping.

Wu Ya focused on driving.

He Wanqing sat there, not knowing where to put her hands and feet.

Guilt, lingering fear, gratitude, shock... all sorts of emotions intertwined into a mess in her heart.

"I'm... I'm sorry."

She finally mustered the courage to break the silence, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum.

"I'm the one who dragged you into this."

Shen Yan didn't open his eyes, just gave a faint "Mm."

This "Mm" made He Wanqing feel even more ashamed.

She bit her lip and said,

"Shark Lin's influence in Hong Kong City is very large. You... you should be careful."

"Wu Dong's family's Dongsheng Group has many business dealings with Shark Lin. They..."

"What exactly happened to the He Family?"

Shen Yan suddenly spoke, interrupting her.

He opened his eyes, and those deep pupils seemed exceptionally bright in the dim cabin.

He Wanqing was stunned.

She hadn't expected him to ask this.

Looking at his calm gaze, for some reason, the grievance and resentment she had bottled up for so long seemed to find an outlet.

Her eyes reddened instantly.

Perhaps it was because he had just helped her out.

Perhaps it was because he had used a hundred million to defend her grandfather's last bit of dignity.

Or perhaps, it was just because of that sudden show of concern.

She took a deep breath, her voice carrying a hint of a sob, as she slowly recounted the He Family's misfortune.

"It's all my fault for being too trusting."

"My grandfather was obsessed with jewelry design all his life and never cared much for business matters."

"His most prized disciple is named Lu Ming."

"Grandfather treated him like his own son, teaching him everything he knew, and even planned to hand over Victoria Jewelry to him in the future."

At this point, He Wanqing's tone was filled with pain and hatred.

"But we were wrong about him."

"Lu Ming had wild ambitions; he had long since colluded with Wu Dong of Dongsheng Group."

"A year ago, using Grandfather's name, he privately forged a so-called 'final masterpiece' and sold it to a wealthy Middle Eastern businessman through Wu Dong's channels."

"The craftsmanship of that piece was a perfect imitation, but the gemstones used were synthetic."

"When the truth came out, the entire jewelry world was in an uproar. Everyone thought Grandfather had lost his integrity in his old age, ruining his own reputation for money."

"The reputation of Victoria Jewelry fell to rock bottom overnight."