Name: My father is Zhao Dehan, and I hope he will become a dragon!

Under the dim light, seventeen people knelt on the cold cement floor, like a row of withered grass wilted by frost.

Old Ma slumped to the ground, his trouser legs soaked, his lips trembling, and his eyes filled with fear.

The others didn't even dare to raise their heads.

Zhao Chongming speaks in a gentle manner, but his words always send chills down one's spine.

Just then, a burly man with a face full of scars suddenly looked up from the corner, his neck stiff, and roared, "Zhao Chongming! I'm going to mess with your dad! What are you going to do about it? Kill me, you think?!"

The entire room fell silent.

Wang Wenge's expression changed drastically. He was about to step forward when Zhao Chongming raised his hand to stop him.

Zhao Chongming slowly walked up to the man, squatted down, and even had a smile on his face. His voice was soft, but every word was like a knife: "My father is the vice governor."

He paused, his smile undiminished, and said, "What do you think?"

The man's fierce expression vanished instantly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and cold sweat slid down his temples.

Zhao Chongming stood up, glanced around, and said in a chillingly calm tone, "What's the worst that could happen if you mess with my father? He might not become the executive vice governor—but he'll still be a vice governor, a member of the provincial standing committee, and someone Secretary Sha trusts. And what about you?"

At this point, Zhao Chongming shrugged: "You're just ants, insignificant commoners, scum. Guess how much effort it would take to make you disappear from the face of the earth?"

A group of people began to feel fear.

They are all ordinary people, and their fear of power is entirely based on imagination.

It was a terrifyingly large hand that slapped them all to death with a single blow.

He took out a neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket and slowly unfolded it—it was the list that Wang Wenge had just submitted.

"Ma Bangde!"

Zhao Chongming almost burst out laughing, then, suppressing his laughter, continued, "You live at No. 47, Nanhu Road, Guangming District. You're a gambler, you owe a lot of gambling debts, and you even forced your wife to sell herself. Tsk tsk, the worst of the worst. But you seem to love your daughter very much, really? I don't believe it at all."

Old Ma's expression changed.

Zhao Chongming continued, "Your daughter attends Guangming Elementary School. You don't have a son, so the question of whether your son goes to university or not doesn't apply to you. You still have your own father and mother!"

Old Ma knelt down with a thud: "President Zhao, I... I'm not human, I'm not human, please, please!"

"Shut up, it's not your turn to speak yet!"

Zhao Chongming continued reading, "Li Chuang, his son is a sophomore at Handong No. 3 Middle School, and his homeroom teacher's surname is Zhou!"

"Zhou Gang's nickname is Er Lengzi (meaning 'foolish'), his mother lives alone, and you have a fiancée..."

With each sentence read aloud, someone on the ground would shudder.

When he read out the name of the roaring burly man, Zhao Chongming smiled slightly: "Liu Dayong, I heard you just got married. Originally, your wife looked down on you, but then she heard you were a worker at the Xindafeng Factory and earned a lot of money, so she shyly agreed, because you have a better future, right?"

Liu Dayong's face turned deathly pale, and he knelt down with a thud: "President Zhao! I...I was blind! I was bewitched!"

"Now you know fear?"

Zhao Chongming sneered: "Who ordered you to do this? I still hope you'll be honest!"

Wang Wenge coldly said, "Now that things have come to this, do you still think you can get the money? Explain yourself, and maybe you can save your life."

Old Ma trembled all over, finally breaking down and crying out, "It's Chang Chenghu! He said... he said that if we make a scene, everyone will get 15,000! He also said... he has a 'big shot' backing him up, someone will hold up the sky if it falls!"

Zhao Chongming's eyes sharpened.

Chang Chenghu – Qi Tongwei's white glove.

When the old wind turbine factory was forcibly demolished, it was Chang Chenghu who did it.

As expected, Gao Yuliang did not use official power, but instead let the underworld get involved to create the illusion of "spontaneous action by the masses".

This allowed them to evade organizational scrutiny and, at crucial moments, deny any knowledge of the matter.

I, Gao Yuliang, will not take those gang thugs seriously.

In fact, Gao Yuliang didn't even know who the actual executor was!

"He's still a cunning old fox after all!"

Zhao Chongming was also aware of Gao Yuliang's methods.

However, Gao Yuliang clearly underestimated one thing.

It is difficult to accomplish anything by relying on a mob.

Believing that these idiots can accomplish anything is simply a joke.

Since he offered better treatment to the new Dafeng factory, they were naturally willing to reveal some secrets to him.

He clapped his hands.

Two security guards immediately brought over a cardboard box and opened it—inside were seventeen brand-new Nova K1 mobile phones, their silver bodies gleaming coldly under the light.

"One for each person," Zhao Chongming said with a smile. "Take them."

The crowd looked at each other, not daring to move.

"Take it!" Zhao Chongming shouted sternly.

Old Ma took the phone with trembling hands. As soon as he held it in his hands, he heard a series of clicking sounds. Someone had indeed taken out a camera and was taking pictures of them.

Immediately afterward, Zhao Chongming's expression changed, and he said coldly, "Now, you are suspected of collectively stealing company property, and the evidence is conclusive. I can call the police immediately and have you detained in a detention center for 'gang theft'—a minimum sentence of three years."

"Mr. Zhao! We didn't steal anything!" Xiao Li panicked.

"Did I give you the phone?" Zhao Chongming retorted. "But the surveillance footage will show you sneaking into the warehouse at night, picking the lock, and stealing valuables. Who would believe you?"

The entire room fell silent.

Someone started sobbing.

Zhao Chongming's tone softened somewhat: "But today, I'm giving you a chance—write a letter of repentance, admitting that you were instructed by someone to attempt to undermine the stability of Nanhu. If you sign it, you can keep your phones, keep your jobs, and this will be considered as if it never happened."

Job retention? That's not going to happen. There's a kind of backstabbing where people are punished later.

We still need to make them feel safe.

There's no need for them to resort to desperate measures!

An investigation team from the Organization Department of the Central Committee is coming soon.

At this time, it's best to avoid causing trouble if possible.

"I won't sign..." He glanced at Liu Dayong: "Don't worry, my dad's the vice governor. I can still guarantee you all at least three years. Don't worry, I have plenty of means and strength to mess with you!"

Liu Dayong immediately kowtowed, saying, "I'll sign! I'll sign!"

Others chimed in, scrambling to grab the pens.

Ten minutes later, seventeen letters of repentance were piled up at Zhao Chongming's feet.

He flipped through the documents and nodded in satisfaction: "Very good. However... you'll have to make do here in the warehouse tonight. Before dawn, no one is allowed to leave, make phone calls, or coordinate your statements. My men will be watching you—don't worry, there's water and bread."

"Mr. Zhao... what about our family?" Old Ma asked in a trembling voice.

"What are you talking about? Do you think I would kill your whole family?" Zhao Chongming glanced at Old Ma.

Looking into Zhao Chongming's eyes, Old Ma shuddered for no reason.

What should I do?

It feels like this guy is really planning to kill my whole family?

"Remember this, behave yourself, and keep things as usual, or you won't have any good days ahead of you!" Zhao Chongming said coldly.

Old Ma burst into tears, repeatedly kowtowing, "I dare not... I will never dare to again..."