16: Annexing the Su family, the son of destiny comes to die?

Jiangnan City, Su Group Headquarters Building, top-floor conference room.

The atmosphere was as heavy as lead, making everyone present feel breathless.

The Group Chairman, Su Mucheng's father Su Zhenhua, sat in the main seat, his face ashen.

His once spirited face was now covered with deep wrinkles and a sickly pallor, as if twenty years of his vitality had been drained in just a few months.

Opposite him were the major shareholders and elders of the Su Group, as well as creditor representatives from various major federal banks.

These people, who used to be respectful and smiling towards him, now looked like a flock of vultures that had smelled carrion, their eyes gleaming with greed and ruthlessness.

"Chairman Su, the Group's stock price has hit the daily limit for thirty consecutive trading days, and its market value has evaporated by more than 90%. According to the gambling agreement we signed, your personally held shares are no longer sufficient to repay our debts!" a fat-bellied bank representative said, tapping the table with an unfriendly tone.

"Exactly! We demand immediate bankruptcy liquidation of the Group! At least we shareholders can get back some of our hard-earned money!" an elder, the most senior, said with feigned heartache, but his eyes gleamed with schadenfreude.

He had long been bought off by the "Sacred Mountain" organization, just waiting for this day to completely scuttle the Su Group, a giant ship on the verge of sinking.

"Liquidate! We must liquidate!"

"Pay back the money! Su Zhenhua, pay me back my money!"

For a time, the crowd was agitated, and the entire conference room was like a powder keg about to explode, pushing Su Zhenhua, once a business magnate, into absolute despair.

He looked at the ugly faces before him, his heart filled with endless sorrow and despair.

Just then—

Bang!

The heavy conference room door, made of special alloy, was kicked open from the outside!

The huge sound instantly silenced all the noise in the room.

Under the astonished gaze of everyone, Long Ling'er, dressed in a well-tailored black OL uniform, wearing ten-centimeter crystal high heels, walked in with a full Aura, surrounded by a team of elite security personnel in black combat uniforms, their presence as cold as machines.

Behind her was a team of more than a dozen blonde, blue-eyed, impeccably dressed top lawyers, each carrying a silver briefcase and wearing a professional, emotionless, indifferent expression.

"You... who are you?! Who let you in!" the elder shouted, his voice betraying his inner fear.

Long Ling'er didn't even glance at him, merely uttering a single word to the security captain behind her.

"Clear the room."

"Yes!"

The security captain nodded, and the next second, he and his team members simultaneously unleashed the terrifying Aura of Martial Ancestor Rank powerhouses!

More than a dozen powerful Auras converged, like an invisible mountain, pressing down heavily on everyone in the conference room!

The shareholders and creditors who had been clamoring instantly turned pale, their legs trembling, not daring to even breathe.

The security team, like tigers entering a flock of sheep, swiftly subdued the scheming elders and the bodyguards who tried to resist, the entire process flowing smoothly, taking no more than ten seconds.

In the face of absolute strength, all schemes and tricks seemed so ridiculous.

After the scene was completely subdued, Long Ling'er slowly walked up to the ashen-faced Su Zhenhua and pushed a virtual document, shimmering with a faint blue light, in front of him.

"Chairman Su, hello. My name is Long Ling'er, and I represent my master, Long Group's number zero heir, Your Excellency Lin Tian, to discuss investment matters with you."

Her voice was cool, yet carried an undeniable power.

"This is a 30 billion investment agreement, and a proposal for absolute controlling acquisition. The terms of the proposal are very generous; upon completion of the acquisition, we promise to retain ten percent of the Su family's dry shares and management rights over the Group's daily operations."

"Of course, you can also choose to refuse." A cold arc curved on Long Ling'er's lips. "In that case, within twenty-four hours, the Su Group will be completely devoured, skin and bones, by our Long family's venture capital fund through a 'hostile takeover' for less than three billion."

"The only lifeline, and the abyss of eternal damnation, are both before you now."

"Please... choose."

Su Zhenhua looked at this agreement, which could be described as "overbearing" yet full of "benevolence," and then at the young woman before him, whose powerful Aura made him feel a sense of dread.

After a brief, intense internal struggle, he finally let out a long, long sigh, as if all the strength had drained from his body.

He picked up the electronic pen and, with a trembling hand, signed his name on the agreement.

From this moment on, the Su Group, this business Empire that embodied his life's work, officially changed hands and was incorporated into the business Empire of the legendary "number zero heir"...

Yanjing, Long Group Headquarters, top floor.

Lin Tian received an encrypted message from Long Ling'er: "Plan successful, target controlled."

He put down the ancient book on ancient Formations he was holding, slowly rose, and walked to the huge floor-toceiling window.

He looked down, as if overseeing his kingdom.

His gaze fell on the figure in the center of the plaza, who had been sitting in the scorching sun for a full year, thin but still stubbornly holding his back straight.

"The punishment is enough."

"It's time to meet my... sharpest chess piece."

He muttered to himself, preparing to go downstairs personally to complete the final "subjugation" of Su Mucheng.

However, at the very moment he turned around—

Boom!!!

A violent engine roar, like the angry roar of a wild beast, came from below the Group headquarters!

A menacing vehicle, entirely black, full of violent aesthetics, illegally modified from a military-grade hover armored vehicle, disregarded all traffic rules and warnings, and with an extremely arrogant posture, drifted to a halt directly in front of the main entrance of the Long Group Headquarters!

The car door opened.

A young man with sword-like brows and starry eyes, dressed in black, exuding the powerful Aura of an Peak A-rank Martial Artist, stepped out.

It was none other than the Son of Destiny, Ye Fan, who believed he had achieved Major Achievement in his divine skill and had come for revenge!

He looked up at the skyscraper before him, symbolizing supreme power and wealth, his eyes burning with a blazing flame called "revenge."

His heart was currently enacting a passionate hero's script that he had fantasized about countless times.

"According to the plot of those biographical novels, I, Ye Fan, will single-handedly storm this place today!"

"In front of everyone, I will use my iron fists to beat that playboy who only bullies others until he kneels and begs for mercy, making him lose all face!"

"Then, under the shocked gaze of everyone, I will take my beloved woman, Mu Cheng, and leave in style!"

"From then on, my name, Ye Fan, will surely resound throughout the entire Huaxia and be famous throughout the world!"

Just thinking about that scene of being in the spotlight and winning the beauty made Ye Fan's blood boil, and he couldn't wait.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his collar, and took a step, ready to begin his "novel protagonist" performance.

What he didn't know was that in the top-floor office hundreds of meters above him, the "profligate villain" in his eyes was also, at the same moment, taking a step, heading downstairs.

Two destinies that should not have intersected were, at this moment, for the same woman, about to precisely... converge beneath this building.

A Shura field full of irony and drama was on the verge of breaking out.