National destiny: Global tower climbing skills have decreased by 10,000 times.

Let's rewind a few minutes.

A black minivan was parked downstairs at the Zixia Club. Before the door was fully open, You Zhendong had already stepped out.

He strode into the building, his leather shoes clicking rapidly on the floor tiles, followed by several entourage who could barely keep up.

"Where are you now?" His voice carried an undeniable pressure.

"Waiting room," the assistant beside him hurriedly replied, panting as he ran.

"We just received a message from our staff that he came to our club for a trial today and is currently in the waiting room..."

"This is ridiculous!" You Zhendong didn't finish listening and quickened his pace.

The situation in the waiting room was at a stalemate.

The moment You Zhendong pushed open the door, everyone's attention was drawn to him, and his first reaction was to shout:

"Is Mr. Ye Fei here?"

Young Master You, who was lying on the ground being helped up by the security guards, suddenly lit up when he saw Boss You, as if he had grasped a lifeline.

He pushed aside the security guard, staggered to his feet, pointed in Ye Fei's direction, his voice tinged with grievance and anger:

"Father! It's him!"

"It's this guy surnamed Ye who came to our club to cause trouble, he has absolutely no manners..."

Unexpectedly, he only got halfway through his sentence—

You Zhendong slapped him across the face!

This slap—earth-shattering, resounding through the heavens! All discussions instantly ceased.

You Shao was knocked back a few steps, stumbled, and fell to the ground, clutching his face.

After things quieted down, the sound of that slap seemed to still echo in the room.

"make trouble?"

President You stared at Young Master You, his gaze fierce, his voice loud, his anger exploding:

"Do you know who Mr. Ye is?"

Young Master You was still covering his face, frozen in place.

Everyone was stunned.

Mr. You? Young Master You? Mr. Ye?

Hearing the noise, Ye Fei stopped playing the game and turned around to take a look.

President You caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye and immediately realized that the person on stage was Ye Fei. He quickly changed his expression and hurried to the front of the stage.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he bowed deeply to Ye Fei, and when he straightened up, his face showed sincere apology.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, we're late!"

After saying that, he took out a business card from the inside pocket of his suit and handed it to Ye Fei with both hands.

The business card was dark gray with a gold-stamped design symbolizing the Dragon Kingdom.

"My name is You Zhendong. I am the person in charge here and the largest shareholder of Zixia Esports Club."

"My unruly son has caused you some trouble; it's my fault, and I'm very sorry!"

After speaking, he bowed slightly.

Ye Fei was stunned for a moment, not quite reacting yet, but still took the business card.

He glanced at it and recognized that the style was the same as Da Kun's business card.

You Zhendong turned around, his expression changing to one that inspired fear, and then shouted loudly at the audience:

"Get up here yourself!"

You Shao covered his face, scrambled to his feet, and jogged onto the stage.

As soon as he stood still, You Zhendong pressed down on the back of his neck with one hand, causing him to buckle in his knees and kneel down with a thud.

"I originally asked you to be the interviewer to give you a chance to develop your skills..."

"I never expected you, you beast, to cause me nothing but trouble all day long! You've completely ruined Zixia's image!"

Young Master You was kneeling on the ground, covering his face, clearly terrified. President You's voice suddenly turned cold:

"Keep slapping yourself until I tell you to stop—"

"No response means no credit!"

You Shao slowly raised his hand and lightly patted his face.

"Didn't you eat?" You Zhendong's voice echoed like thunder in the waiting room.

You Shao's body trembled, and a clear "slap" could be heard. The second slap was obviously much more forceful than the first.

Some people in the audience began to whisper among themselves:

"So he's the son of the major shareholder? No wonder he's so arrogant."

"Just who is this Mr. Ye? How could he make President You apologize to him?"

"That's good. With the bloodline suppression, it seems this kid should behave himself."

Ye Fei was shocked by what he saw, but he could also tell that it was somewhat of a performance.

After slapping him a few more times, Ye Fei couldn't be bothered to watch any longer. He stood up and said, "Stop, stop, stop," grabbing his hand, his tone still indifferent:

"Stop fighting for now, let's resolve the agreement issue first."

When President You heard the word "agreement," his face darkened, and he glared at Young Master You, who was so frightened that he crawled back a few steps on the ground.

He then changed his expression, walked to the center of the stage, turned to face all the contestants and audience members, and bowed deeply again.

"I'm sorry, everyone."

His voice was loud and clear, his tone sincere, and every word was distinct.

"As the main person in charge of Zixia, I am responsible for such a big mistake."

"We will destroy all the unreasonable agreements you signed today. We will also fulfill our responsibilities to the fullest extent."

After he finished speaking, the scene was quiet for a few seconds, and then immediately began to stir.

Some people breathed a sigh of relief, some seemed excited, and others began to discuss:

Some people breathed a sigh of relief, some seemed excited, and others began to discuss:

"Finally, justice has been served."

Mr. You straightened up and continued:

"Regarding today's selection, those who wish to continue can stay and continue as usual."

"Those who don't want to continue can leave now, and we won't put any more obstacles in our way."

"And for all the contestants who left today, we will reserve your spots in the third round of selection."

"You're always welcome to come again!"

As soon as the words were spoken, some people started to get up and leave, while others, having watched the spectacle, also left dejectedly.

Some people remained seated, waiting for the selection process to continue, while other unrelated personnel gradually dispersed.

The waiting room was nearly half empty, with only a few of the advancing contestants remaining, waiting for further instructions.

You Zhendong turned his head and asked his assistant, who had been present the whole time, in a low voice:

"How much did Mr. Ye demonstrate this time?"

The assistant thought for a moment, then leaned close to his ear and whispered:

"He played a game on A8, and he had just reached the second level; he hadn't finished yet."

"It's just a poisonous seed—"

"Alright, alright." You Zhendong immediately raised his hand to interrupt him, lowering his voice even further.

"Keep your voice down!"

He glanced in You Shao's direction and already understood seven or eight parts of the situation: this kind of crazy idea was probably come from this unfilial son again.

"Come here!" he hissed.

You Shao shuddered and cautiously hurried over, keeping his head down and not daring to look at him.

"Tell me the truth, what exactly did you make Mr. Ye do?"

Mr. You's voice was very low, but the anger he was suppressing was hard to hide.

Young Master You dared not hide anything and recounted the whole story in detail, from the poison seed, the bet, the three years of sparring, to the agreement.

His voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

After hearing this, President You's expression softened slightly, but it remained dark.

He took a deep breath: "Luckily, not much was exposed, or I'd break your legs!"

After saying that, You Shao shrank back to the side.

President You bowed slightly, facing Ye Fei with a respectful attitude:

"Mr. Ye, it's not convenient to talk here. Why don't we go outside and talk?"

Ye Fei thought for a moment and nodded slightly: "Okay. But wait a moment."

He turned around and walked towards Chu Liang.

Chu Liang was still sitting in the chair, looking dazed and blank.

Seeing Ye Fei approach, his expression completely changed. He hurriedly got up from the chair, only to be patted on the shoulder by Ye Fei.

"It's alright, you don't need to do that."

"I have something to attend to, you can go back first. I'll contact you later."

Chu Liang opened his mouth, as if to say something, but then remained silent. He nodded, stood up, picked up his backpack, and walked towards the door. As he reached the door, he glanced back at Ye Fei one last time before leaving.

"Please follow me, Mr. Ye." A butler-like man appeared in sight, wearing white gloves, and gestured for Ye Fei to follow.

Ye Fei followed President You and slowly walked out the door, followed by his entourage, who all left the waiting room.