79: Chapter 79 Chen Muyang: Do I look like a villain?

There was a deathly silence in the conference room, with only the buzzing of the projector's cooling fan.

Wang Tiansheng slumped on the floor, his expensive suit covered in dust. With trembling hands, while everyone was still in a daze, he quietly reached into his pocket and blindly typed a message to his wife: "Something happened, take the passport to the airport, transfer those 500 million!"

"Don't bother."

Chen Muyang's voice rang out from above, sounding like a judgment from hell.

"Your overseas account with those 500 million was frozen three minutes ago. As for your wife, she should be having tea with the economic investigation brigade by now."

Wang Tiansheng's hand shook violently, and his phone dropped onto the floor with a "clatter." The screen lit up, displaying a red exclamation mark indicating "Send failed."

"You... who exactly are you?" Wang Tiansheng looked up at the poor student whom his son had stepped on just a few days ago, his eyes filled with fear.

"I am Chen Muyang."

Chen Muyang didn't look at him again and turned to Zhang Feng: "Director Zhang, don't just stand there, let's proceed with the process."

Zhang Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the joy in his heart, and said loudly: "Given Wang Tiansheng's serious dereliction of duty, embezzlement, and damage to the company's interests, I now propose to remove Wang Tiansheng from his position as Chairman and all directorships! Those in favor, please raise your hands!"

Whoosh!

Zhang Feng was the first to raise his hand.

Immediately after, the seven major shareholders raised their right hands without any hesitation.

It was passed unanimously.

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it; this is the iron law of the business world.

"No! You can't do this! This is my company! It was founded by me!" Wang Tiansheng roared hysterically, trying to climb up from the floor, but he fell back heavily because his legs were weak.

"Snap."

Chen Muyang snapped his fingers.

The heavy rosewood door was pushed open again.

This time, it wasn't bodyguards who entered, but four stern-faced police officers in uniform. The leader showed his badge and said in a loud, clear voice: "Wang Tiansheng, I am from the Municipal Economic Investigation Brigade. You are suspected of embezzlement, misappropriation of funds, and financial fraud, involving a massive amount of money. You are now under criminal detention according to the law!"

With a "click," cold handcuffs locked onto Wang Tiansheng's wrists.

In that instant, this tycoon who had dominated the Jiangcheng business world for twenty years looked as if he had aged ten years in a second, his spirit completely drained.

"Dad..."

Wang Hao, who had been sitting blankly in his chair, only reacted when he saw his father being lifted up and dragged away by the police. His lips were purple, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve: "Dad! You can't leave! What will I do if you go?"

Wang Tiansheng looked back at his son. There was regret and reluctance in his eyes, but mostly despair.

"Hao-hao... take care of yourself."

As Wang Tiansheng was taken away, a desolate atmosphere of scattering birds and beasts filled the conference room.

Chen Muyang walked to the window and glanced downstairs. Several police cars were flashing red and blue lights, which were quite glaring.

At this moment, his phone vibrated. It was a message from Tian Shu: "The Tiansheng Group's stock price has hit the limit down. Our funds have already entered the market to sweep up shares, and we expect to complete privatization within three days."

Chen Muyang put away his phone and turned to face Wang Hao.

At this moment, Wang Hao was slumped on the floor like a pile of mud, his expensive hairstyle a mess, with no trace of a wealthy young master left.

"Scared silly already?"

Chen Muyang squatted down, bringing his line of sight level with Wang Hao's, his tone as casual as if he were chatting about daily life: "Wang Hao, let me tell you some bad news. Your family has gone bankrupt."

Wang Hao looked up blankly, his eyes hollow.

"That 500 million your dad wanted to transfer just now is illegal black money, and it will all be confiscated. Your sports cars, villas, and the pocket money in your account will all be seized by the court immediately."

Chen Muyang reached out and straightened Wang Hao's messy collar. His movements were gentle, but every word he spoke was heart-piercing: "Simply put, from today on, you are a penniless pauper. Oh, that's not right, you're also burdened with the mess your dad left behind; you might even end up in debt."

"As for your dad..." Chen Muyang smiled, "Embezzling 300 million is a particularly large amount, starting at ten years in prison. By the time he gets out, the world will have already changed."

"Ah—!!!"

Wang Hao let out a shrill scream, like a mad dog that had been stepped on.

"Chen Muyang! I want to kill you! I want to kill your whole family!"

His eyes red, he leaped up from the floor, waving his fists, and lunged at Chen Muyang like a madman.

His ferocious expression looked as if he wanted to bite the flesh off Chen Muyang.

Chen Muyang didn't even dodge, didn't even blink an eye.

Canglong, who was standing to the side, moved.

No one even saw how he kicked.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud,

Wang Hao was sent flying like a broken rag doll, hitting the conference room wall hard before falling heavily to the ground. He passed out without even making a sound.

"Young Master, I didn't hold back, two ribs are broken."

Canglong retracted his leg and patted the non-existent dust off his pants, his tone flat: "For public assault like this, we can call the police directly, charge him with attempted murder, and send him in to keep his father company for a few years."

Having said that, Canglong was about to take out his phone.

"Wait."

Chen Muyang raised his hand to stop him.

He walked over to the unconscious Wang Hao and kicked that once arrogant face with the tip of his shoe.

"Send him to prison? That would be letting him off too easily."

Chen Muyang shook his head, a playful smile appearing on his face: "There's food and drink in prison; that's enjoying life. I want him to stay outside, let him experience firsthand what it's like to not know where his next meal is coming from, and what it's like to be stepped on by his former friends."

"I want him to watch me get better and better, watch me stand at a height he can never reach, and let him live in regret and pain every day."

Having finished speaking, Chen Muyang turned to look at Canglong and suddenly asked: "Canglong, tell me, do I look like a villain now?"

Canglong was stunned for a moment.

He looked at his Young Master's cold, stern face, then looked at Wang Hao, who was like a dead dog on the floor. He stood straight and answered righteously: "Young Master, you are upholding justice. He is a clown who brought this upon himself, and you are the righteous protagonist. To deal with evil, one must be more evil than them."

"Well said."

Chen Muyang laughed heartily and patted Canglong on the shoulder: "Let's go, let's go see our new trophy."

The two strode out of the conference room, leaving behind a room full of terrified shareholders and the unconscious Wang Hao.

A few minutes later, several medical staff rushed in with a stretcher.

At the moment he was lifted onto the stretcher, Wang Hao slowly regained consciousness.

The piercing pain in his chest made him gasp. He struggled to open his eyes, looking at that empty doorway, his face covered in tears and snot.

It was over.

Everything was over.

Fear flooded him like a tide. He regretted it, he truly regretted it. Why did he have to provoke Chen Muyang? Why did he have to offend this devil for a woman?

"Qian Li..."

Wang Hao gritted his teeth and squeezed the name out from his throat, the hatred in his eyes even more intense than before.

If it weren't for that vain bitch whispering in his ear every day that Su Muyang was a loser, why would he have provoked him again and again?

If it weren't to show off in front of that bitch, how could he have ended up with his family destroyed and his home ruined?

"Qian Li... you ruined me... I won't let you go even as a ghost..."

Wang Hao rolled his eyes, and in the midst of endless regret and excruciating pain, he passed out again.