Scenes only glimpsed in films were playing out before these royals; responses varied between stark terror and icy composure.

Yet, one thing remained constant: amidst the chaos, they held onto their inherent pride, seated rigidly, though their legs trembled beneath them.

No one was foolish enough to believe an immediate escape was possible, given the timing of this intrusion.

There was no surge of men; only the masked leader and two gunmen guarding the doorway.

The ease of their entry spoke volumes about the fate of the outside security detail.

Based on the accent, Chen Qingyun judged the intruder to be a genuine Greek, and the mask could only mean one thing: someone present certainly knew his identity.

“Are there really bombs? I’d like to see one in action.” Chen Qingyun had witnessed every conceivable situation; a mere threat wouldn't shake him.

“I knew you were daring.

But sometimes, great daring gets many people killed.

However, since you asked, I wouldn't want to disappoint the audience gathered here.” The masked man pulled a remote control from his pocket.

Testing a bomb? If it were real, few in the banquet hall would survive.

Not even the masked man himself might escape unscathed.

At this, doubts began to surface among some guests.

Was this just a bluff? What grievance would necessitate self-immolation? “Fine! You don’t need to test it.

I believe the bomb is real.” Chen Qingyun spoke before the man could press the red button.

His mind worked differently from the others.

Having dealt with Tianwang multiple times, he keenly understood their readiness to court death.

The probability of a bomb in that cake was highly likely.

The masked man chuckled softly.

“It seems you trust me more than the others.

Trust me, and receive eternal life.” Chen Qingyun was speechless; the man was insufferably arrogant.

Is he comparing himself to Jesus? “You lot, best not to move a muscle.

I detest unnecessary trouble; don't force me to do what I don't want to do.

I have only one objective today, and once achieved, I will leave immediately.

All of you will remain unharmed.

But if anyone defies my instructions, don't blame me for ruthlessness.” The masked man immediately issued a warning as he noticed Feng and his group subtly attempting to slip away.

If Feng’s group vanished, it would spell disaster.

They would surely scheme to sabotage whatever plans were afoot here.

Thus, any threat had to be crushed in the cradle, before it could even begin.

Feng pursed his lips.

“Cunning indeed.

We won't move, so you relax.

Just don't get too agitated.

That cake is quite expensive; what a waste if you blow it everywhere.” The crowd collapsed internally—what was this man thinking, worrying about cake at a time like this? Surely human lives held more value than dessert? “Heh heh, your associates are quite entertaining.

I imagine they bring much joy normally.

Excellent, excellent.

First, let them receive the gift I brought.” The masked man commanded.

One of the two men guarding the door approached Feng’s group and tossed several pairs of handcuffs from his waistband.

“Damn! Nice style, too.

Looks like you were prepared.

Fine, your uncle takes the fall today.

Let’s see what tricks you can pull now.” He snapped the cuffs onto his wrists.

The other three followed suit.

“What about mine?” Chen Qingyun asked, his tone suggesting annoyance at being overlooked for the handcuffs.

“Yours is specially prepared for you.

Ordinary cuffs couldn't possibly restrain someone like you.

Here, this is yours—put it on yourself!” The masked man produced a golden handcuff.

“A golden lock? That looks like something from the Greek military.

You’re quite bold, borrowing such equipment and risking them tracing it back to you.” Chen Qingyun complied readily and fastened the shackle.

The golden lock was a specialized handcuff developed by the Greek military.

Though unassuming in appearance, aside from its unique material, its true secret lay in the locking mechanism.

Reportedly, there were only two ways to open it: with a specific key, or by destroying the cuff itself.

In practical terms, once locked on, escape was virtually impossible; neither option could be achieved quickly.

“I’m cuffed too.

You’ve been busy; now spit out your objective.

I imagine you, Wang Zhuo, are in good spirits lately.” Temporarily codenamed “Transcendence,” the clinical trials for the depilatory agent have gone smoothly.

Although this product, which requires a “Yao Zhun Zi” approval, is more complicated to certify than Wang Chao Wuliang’s, it is genuinely high-tech medicine and a substantial cash cow.

The only regret is that the lengthy approval period for the “Yao Zhun Zi” classification prevents immediate profit realization.

“I’ll just have to console myself with registering the international patent during this time.” All signs indicated that Yang Feng, after taking a beating that day, had no intention of seeking help from his family, perhaps preferring to resolve the matter himself or unwilling to lose face.

But Wang Zhuo knew this fellow was not one to swallow insults quietly; his current dormancy would inevitably erupt into an explosion.

As the saying goes, it’s not the thief you fear, but the one who harbors resentment.

Wang Zhuo was currently the object of Yang Feng’s dark contemplation.

If Yang Feng were some small fry with no power or backing, being resented wouldn't matter much.

But the Yang family's influence was equal to ten Ma families, making this latent enemy someone not to be underestimated.

Therefore, Wang Zhuo had to burden Siyuan a little more, temporarily suspending her own work to monitor Yang Feng.

Wang Zhuo had his agenda, and Siyuan had her own little schemes.

Without telling Wang Zhuo, she took the initiative to include He Ye in the surveillance scope, even preparing a prepared statement in case Director Wang objected.

Although He Ye didn't keep a diary like Hu Zhiyuan, Siyuan had learned a great deal about her situation through her space logs, QQ chat records, and various other clues; her cunning gave Siyuan much to marvel at and offered significant inspiration.

If He Ye had an “intimate relationship” with Yang Feng, Siyuan would have ignored her long ago.

But the fact that He Ye clearly intended to deploy her assets at the most opportune moment—treating it as her most crucial weapon—piqued Siyuan’s mischievous spirit, tempting her to play a significant prank.

One day, a phone call between Yao Yuwen and Yu Qing caught Siyuan’s attention.

She immediately reported to Wang Zhuo: “Director Wang, we have something!” Wang Zhuo, who had been admiring the silk-stockinged legs of his cold and elegant secretary, asked absently, “What is it?” “Yu Qing bought some Qing Mi aphrodisiac, got lost, and called Yao Yuwen.

I was listening in!” Siyuan said excitedly.

“Right now, Yang Feng, He Ye, and Yao Yuwen’s phones are showing signals in the suburbs—likely at that place Yao Yuwen mentioned, the 'Fuli Villa.' The online map can't locate this villa, and Yu Qing can't find it either, which is why he called Yao Yuwen for the exact location! Guess who those drugs are meant for?” Wang Zhuo shot upright, startling Fu Xinran, who was reviewing documents by the bookshelf nearby.

“How do you know He Ye and Yang Feng are together?” Wang Zhuo was beginning to grasp the core of the matter.

“I’m monitoring her number too,” Siyuan replied cheekily and with justification.

“But her phone, like Yang Feng’s, has a stubborn firewall system installed.

Yao Yuwen’s does too.

I only managed to install the eavesdropping software on Yu Qing’s phone, otherwise I wouldn't have caught this call.” “Quickly, tell me the location.” Wang Zhuo urged, rising and moving toward the comprehensive traffic map of Zhoujiang Province pasted on the wall.

“Southeast of Fujiang District.

If you drive, just follow Fumin Canal straight.

I can give you manual navigation.” After locating the area on the map, Wang Zhuo’s brow immediately furrowed.

Driving from this skyscraper to that spot would likely take forty minutes, and traffic could complicate things further.

“Is it far? Then just call He Ye and tell her to run,” Siyuan suggested.

“I have the recording of Yu Qing and Yao Yuwen’s conversation; I can play it for her later, and she’ll believe you.” After a moment of deep thought, Wang Zhuo smirked.

“I still think it’s better if I go myself.

If I don’t thoroughly resolve the conflict with Yang Feng, trouble will arise sooner or later.” “Yes, yes, I thought the same thing,” Siyuan chimed in happily.

“If you can catch him red-handed with the girl, let’s see if he dares oppose you again!” “Catch him red-handed?” Wang Zhuo forced a smile; the idea was potent, but shouldn't He Ye's feelings be considered? There was no time to lose.

Wang Zhuo decided he would critique Siyuan’s questionable suggestion after concluding his business.

He stood up and headed for the door.

“Hey? I just found the documents you wanted.

Do you still want to see them?” Fu Xinran called out to his retreating back.

Stomp, stomp, stomp! Wang Zhuo strode back quickly, snatched the document from her hand, then suddenly tilted up her chin, planting a forceful kiss on her sharply defined red lips.

As he pulled back, he casually squeezed her full, soft chest.

Was that too much? Absolutely! But by the time Fu Xinran tried to throw a punch back, the despicable man had already rushed out the door! Her thin outer coat, the camisole beneath, and the two small breast pasties offered insufficient barrier against the plump, yielding feel of her breast.

Since experiencing it a few days prior, Wang Zhuo had forbidden his beautiful secretary from wearing those bothersome bras.

Fu Xinran had tried to resist twice, but he had forcefully hidden them away using both soft persuasion and hard coercion, leaving her subjugated to his silver-tongued tyranny.

The Big Rooster specialty at Fuli Villa certainly lived up to its reputation—it was delicious.

Beauties often possess certain privileges, and perhaps dining without paying is one of them, as men offering to treat them lined up in droves! Of course, there are different types of beauties: some disdain such freebies, others cannot resist the temptation of fine food, and still others maintain a facade of reserve while indulging frequently.

True mastery lies in individual judgment and execution! He Ye was the type with the highest mastery, having reached the “demon” level.

She wouldn't accept an invitation to dine at a villa unless several other girls were also attending; only a scion of Yang Feng’s stature could lure her acceptance.

After enjoying the Big Rooster, it was time for the Shuai Cha tea.

While He Ye and Pan Shanshan excused themselves to the restroom, Yang Feng subtly signaled Yao Yuwen, who understood and promptly sprinkled the substance into He Ye's teacup.

This colorless and odorless drug dissolved very easily in water; Yu Qing had spent a fortune to acquire it and hadn't even had time to test it due to the rush.

“Your cousin seems preoccupied today?” He Ye asked Pan Shanshan quietly after returning from the restroom.

Pan Shanshan was unaware of the drugging.

She frowned.

“Maybe it’s still about Wang Zhuo.

He doesn't plan to use family help, and regaining his honor seems difficult.” “Sigh.” He Ye sighed lightly, walking back alongside Pan Shanshan.

When they returned to the private room, Yao Yuwen and Yu Qing were engrossed in a mobile game.

Yu Qing's worried expression was evident, which was why Yao Yuwen dragged him into the game, preventing him from exposing their plot through suspicion from He Ye.

Yang Feng, meanwhile, acted completely unconcerned, sipping his tea leisurely.

Seeing He Ye sit down, test the temperature of her tea, take a small sip, and then drain the cup, Yang Feng’s lips curled slightly.

He calmly stood up, picked up the teapot, and refilled her cup.

Ten minutes passed.

Yu Qing lost several rounds quickly, but He Ye remained fine.

Half an hour went by; the Android phone’s battery was draining fast, and Yao Yuwen’s phone died, but He Ye was still unaffected.

Damn it, wasn't this supposed to take effect in five minutes? Yang Feng could no longer restrain his annoyance and shot Yu Qing a hard glare, thinking this counterfeit drug was absolute garbage, completely useless! When He Ye yawned and brightly asked if it was time to leave, he finally let his anger erupt, viciously snapping, “Leave my foot! We’re not leaving!” His sudden change in demeanor startled both He Ye and Pan Shanshan! Yang Feng couldn't suppress his rage, staring coldly at He Ye.

“Talk.

Have you been secretly contacting Wang Zhuo lately?” “I—I haven’t!” He Ye shook her head innocently, sweating in her palm.

“Do you think I’d steal your phone to check call records?” Yang Feng sneered dismissively.

“Stop playing your little games.

I already pulled your itemized billing from the mobile company; I know every contact you’ve made!” He Ye immediately broke out in a cold sweat, realizing this dinner was a trap, that Yang Feng had been hiding his true feelings all along! The fact that he had held back his fury for so long suggested how intense that rage was.

He Ye felt a dreadful premonition, regretting her actions for the first time.

Playing mind games with a scion like Yang Feng was truly like seeking a tiger’s skin! “He Ye, you…” Pan Shanshan began, but Yang Feng cut her off with a wave of his hand.

“He Ye, you know who I am, right? Have you considered what I’ll do to you now that I’ve discovered you’ve been secretly contacting Wang Zhuo?” The room fell silent enough to hear a needle drop.

The campus beauty’s lovely face paled, all color draining away.

“Hmph!” Yang Feng snorted heavily and said to his cousin, Pan Shanshan, “You wait here; don’t wander off!” Then, he walked up to He Ye, reached out, and grabbed her silky long hair, showing none of his usual tenderness, and yanked her forcefully toward the exit! He Ye shrieked in agony and was violently flung twice.

“Shut up if you don’t want your face ruined!” Pan Shanshan watched in terror as her cousin dragged He Ye out of the room.

This room was located at the end of the corridor, with the guest room area just up the stairs nearby.

Only then did she realize the purpose behind booking a room in such a secluded spot—to avoid attracting attention.

Moments later, the campus beauty was dragged up to the third floor of the villa, looking utterly disheveled.

Yang Feng strode forward with his head held high, as if dragging an disobedient dog.

The entire third floor of the villa was silent and empty.

Yao Yuwen walked quickly ahead, opening a door.

Yang Feng pulled He Ye to the threshold and threw her stumbling inside with a forceful shove of his arm.

He had intended to drug her, incapacitate her, handle his business, and then explain the whole sequence of events to He Ye.

Now, thanks to his sidekick’s incompetence, it had devolved into a forced violation scenario.

Glaring fiercely at Yu Qing, Yang Feng, his mind already heated by lust and anger, couldn’t even be bothered to curse the idiot; he strode into the room.