"What? No one answers me, so you all choose silence?" Regarding the current situation, Nakagawa Tengjun seemed to have fully anticipated it, stating calmly.

"Chairman, we..."

"Enough, I know your decision. Since none of you will voice it, let me speak for you!" Nakagawa Tengjun selected a document from the desk, waved it, and said, "This is an agreement. If you sign it, I can disburse the funds immediately. However, once you sign this agreement, you will no longer be shareholders of the Nakagawa Group, or even high-level executives!"

"............" The entire group fell silent, currently wrestling with their choices.

"There are actually two paths available to you; don't say I am too ruthless. Business is war, and I believe everyone present understands that!" Nakagawa Tengjun swept a cold smile over the shareholders who were now focused on him.

"The first path: sign this agreement. The second path: stand with me through thick and thin to fight the enemy. Of course, if we succeed, all is well, but if we fail... the consequences hardly need me to elaborate. You know my character well; I believe I have never mistreated you, so—!" At this point, Nakagawa Tengjun stopped, merely gesturing with the agreement in his hand, signaling the middle-aged man in black to distribute them.

In truth, one didn't need to guess Nakagawa Tengjun's true intentions; the man was clearly resorting to intimidation. He was quite composed at the moment, as whether these people signed or not significantly benefited him, setting aside that mysterious attacking force lurking outside.

"I will give you ten minutes to consider. After ten minutes, I will have someone collect the documents from your hands." Nakagawa Tengjun's face turned cold as he walked out of the meeting room.

The middle-aged man in black followed closely behind him, inquiring as they walked, "Boss, I fear we are facing major trouble this time."

"How is the stock situation?" Nakagawa Tengjun asked.

"The shares we dumped this morning have entirely fallen into the hands of that opposing force. They seemingly weren't fooled, only pausing their attack briefly before resuming with full intensity," the man in black explained.

"Oh?" Nakagawa Tengjun opened the door to another conference room. Inside, it was densely packed with people, and in front of each was a computer, its display mirrored onto a large, eerie screen on the wall.

"Chairman!" A Japanese man approached Nakagawa Tengjun and addressed him.

"What is the situation now?" Nakagawa Tengjun's brow furrowed so tightly it formed the character for 'river' (), as if sensing something deeply unfavorable.

"We've run into trouble. Following your prior arrangements to short a portion of the shares, the other side ceased their attack only to suddenly resume, and it's not just one force!" The Japanese man spoke while looking at the data.

"Not just one force?"

"Yes, we estimate that because of our earlier short selling, we attracted two unknown and entirely novel forces. They are attacking us with everything they have!"

"Baka? How is this possible?" A tremor ran through Nakagawa Tengjun. He had meticulously planned everything this morning before daring to short some shares, but the outcome had dramatically exceeded his expectations?

"Chairman, please look! Three forces are now attacking us desperately. In just two hours, we have lost ten percent of our shares, and that loss is distributed among the three of them." The Japanese trader had years of experience but had truly never witnessed such market activity; he was perplexed.

It wasn't that such market volatility hadn't occurred before, but rather that the Japanese men had too narrow a perspective; the entire market had simply been exploited by someone using banking leverage. Moreover, Nakagawa Tengjun was now completely frantic. He pulled out his phone and, with a very grim expression, dialed a few numbers.

"Hello! Welcome to Commercial Bank!" a female voice answered.

"Hello, I am Nakagawa Tengjun, Director of the Nakagawa Group. I need to speak with Director Lin!"

"I apologize, Sir! Our Director is currently traveling abroad. I am afraid we cannot assist you!"

"Baka, how is that possible? I spoke with your Director on the phone just this morning."

"I apologize, Sir! Our Director is currently traveling abroad. I am afraid we cannot assist you!"

Hearing the same response twice, even an idiot like Nakagawa Tengjun could discern the implication: the director of the Commercial Bank no longer wished to take his call.

"Baka!" Nakagawa Tengjun roared in anger and immediately hung up, his eyes practically spitting sparks.

"Boss—!" The middle-aged man in black, seeing Nakagawa Tengjun lose his temper so severely, inwardly suspected something serious had occurred.

Nakagawa Tengjun ignored the man, frantically stabbing at his phone again, connecting another call.

"Hello! My name is Nakagawa Tengjun, may I speak with Bureau Chief Zhou?"

"........." After a long pause on the other end, a female voice suddenly responded, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Uh!" Nakagawa Tengjun was momentarily stunned, struggling to suppress the fury building within him. "Excuse me, is Bureau Chief Zhou at home?"

"Hello—hello? I can’t hear you. Who are you? Is this a harassing call?" The female voice conveyed a hint of confusion, as if this were genuinely the case.

"Baka! Yes, I'm a harassing call!" Nakagawa Tengjun slammed the phone down and threw his mobile away, shouting in enraged fury, "Baka, baka, a bunch of bastards!"

"Boss? What happened..."

Before the middle-aged man in black could finish asking, the phone Nakagawa Tengjun had thrown to the ground suddenly rang. Nakagawa Tengjun flinched, perhaps secretly hoping one of the two previous calls had gotten through. Eagerly, he snatched up the phone and pressed the answer key. "Hello!"

After that single greeting, Nakagawa Tengjun, despite his years navigating the business world, felt for the first time a chilling darkness enveloping him. His face froze completely, and the phone instantly slipped from his grasp with a heavy "smack!" The phone met the floor in a brutal collision, appearing exceptionally fragile as its body was utterly 'ravaged' by the ground.

"Boss!"

"Chairman!"

Both the man in black and the Japanese man cried out upon seeing Nakagawa Tengjun sway precariously, rushing forward to support him. After a moment of dizziness, Nakagawa Tengjun stabilized, about to speak, when precisely at that critical juncture, a man in a suit sprinted in shouting, "Chairman, terrible news!"

"Wait, wait a moment!" Nakagawa Tengjun took a deep breath and sat down on a stool, appearing as if he were bearing an immense burden. He asked, "Speak. What happened?"

"Yes! Our stock price has completely collapsed. We are currently left with less than thirty percent of the shares."

"Chairman!" Simultaneously, another man in a suit rushed in from outside the doorway.

"Speak!" Nakagawa Tengjun suppressed the urge to vomit blood, his voice now hoarse.

"Yes! The executives from all major partners, subsidiaries, branch offices of the Nakagawa Group, including every company connected or related to the Nakagawa Group, have swarmed in. They are all asking if the Nakagawa Group is on the verge of collapse." the man in the suit reported.

"Baka! Who said our group is collapsing?" Anger surged through Nakagawa Tengjun, making him gasp. "Pfft!" A spray of blood misted at the corner of his mouth, and his complexion instantly turned deathly pale.

"Boss! Chairman!" A chorus of voices called out.

"I'm fine!" Nakagawa Tengjun wiped the blood from his lips and asked the man in the suit, "Our group is collapsing? Who said that?"

"Reporting, Chairman, this is all rumor spreading from outside, and most people know about it. The entire group is shaking right now, including employees of our affiliated companies—everyone is crowding toward the HR department!"

"Baka!" Suddenly, a voice echoed from among the array of computers.

Nakagawa Tengjun frowned and looked toward the massive screen. In that single instant, he felt as if he had plummeted into hell. The only words that escaped his lips were, "It's over. Everything is over."

As the saying goes: One wrong move can lose the entire game! How many people truly grasp the weight of this saying, and how many can withstand its impact? In the commercial war between Yang Yi and Nakagawa Tengjun, Nakagawa Tengjun had already made a misstep, while Yang Yi had unexpectedly discovered a crucial move and seized the opportune moment.

As the name implies, the news currently circulating in Shanghai—that the Nakagawa Group was on the brink of collapse—had been disseminated by Yang Yi's agents. Concerning the Japanese Nakagawa enterprise, everything and everyone in China's Shanghai connected to the Nakagawa Group had become a settled matter.

Some rejoiced, others worried. The joyful party was Yang Yi, while the worried were the Shangguan family, as they too had been actively moving resources. Upon learning that the Nakagawa Group was on the verge of being utterly crushed, they broadly asserted control over their own forces, preventing any potential losses should the collapse of the Nakagawa Group cause instability. These individuals, being merely players in the commercial arena, naturally prioritized securing their own interests first.

"Dragon Master, the Nakagawa Group now only retains ten percent of its shares. What do you think..."

"Good... This battle was fought brilliantly!" Yang Yi laughed loudly upon hearing this news. "We need not concern ourselves with the remaining ten percent. I trust Nakagawa Tengjun is no fool and will know what to do!"

"Yes!" Long Yi felt a surge of excitement. Never having experienced a commercial war before, he was now utterly exhilarated. While it lacked the thrill of actual killing, the schemes, tactics, and intricate maneuvering in this business conflict were gripping.

"En, leave the rest to you. Handle it well, and try to gain control over seventy percent of Shanghai's economic lifeline by sunrise tomorrow!" Yang Yi waved his hand grandly and turned to walk out.

"As you command!" Long Yi responded with a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Damn, even you can smile?" Fatty Lin commented as he walked past Long Yi, tossing the remark over his shoulder.