One person said: The essence of Wuhou Qimen lies not in Qimen, but in Wuhou.

His face flushed crimson, from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears. His lips trembled slightly, and he finally couldn't help but roar, "You all have such high moral standards—why don't you become officials? What are you pretending for here! Why did you let that car pass? Huh? You didn't even ask, you didn't even stop it—what are you pretending for here! A bunch of snobs!"

The security captain's face darkened.

He adjusted his peaked cap, pulled the baton from his waist and gripped it tightly, his tone shifting from condescending to serious and solemn, as if his bottom line had been crossed.

He took a step forward, closing the distance between himself and Xu Si to less than two meters, and said, enunciating each word clearly, "This mentally ill comrade, please don't provoke us again and again. Although we may not be highly educated and have read few books, we are not stupid. We still have some sense—this is Tianjin."

He pointed his baton at the sky above, then at the Tianxiahui Building behind him, his tone revealing the confidence and knowledge of someone with experience: "That car just now clearly belonged to a leader. Our group's chairman has long warned us—leaders come to the company to discuss cooperation, promote development, stabilize employment, and benefit the people. A leader's car represents national policy and the interests of the people."

As security guards, our duty is to protect the company gate. Whether it's criminals or gangs—especially those with high psychological or mental risks, though such cases are extremely rare—we absolutely cannot let them in. Do you understand? Do I need to repeat myself?

Xu Si stood there, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, and the muscles in his cheeks bulged.

He was so angry that his scalp tingled, his chest heaved violently, and his breathing was as heavy as a caged beast.

He held the phone in one hand, his knuckles squeezing the phone case so hard it made a cracking sound. The screen lit up several times, only to be accidentally unlocked by his fingertip and then automatically turned off.

He used all his self-control to refrain from punching the security captain.

It wasn't because he dared not, but because he couldn't—he couldn't afford to create another mess for himself at this time; he'd already made enough trouble today.

Xu San finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He strode forward, grabbed Xu Si by the back of his collar, and dragged him back two steps. He used some Qi to drag him, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to move him at all.

He lowered his voice and spoke quickly in Xu Si's ear, using a tone that combined elder brotherly authority with professional analysis: "Xu Si, calm down. This isn't the right attitude to solve problems. We need to act quickly; we don't have time for you to vent your anger here. I'll handle this—you stand still."

Xu Si turned his head sharply to retort, his lips already open, but Xu San's gaze from behind his glasses made him close his mouth again.

He snorted heavily through his nose, forcing out two words through gritted teeth: "Go now!"

Xu San loosened his collar, straightened his crooked suit collar, took out his phone from his pocket, and walked towards the security captain while dialing a number.

His expression had shifted from anxiety to that of a standard diplomat: steady steps, polite demeanor, a polite smile, and a composed yet dignified posture.

……

Inside the World Society Building, on the top floor corridor.

The elevator doors slid open silently, revealing a quiet and spacious corridor carpeted in dark gray. Several contemporary art paintings hung on the walls, and the recessed light strips on the ceiling emitted a soft, off-white glow.

At the end of the corridor was a heavy double solid wood door, with two neatly trimmed money trees placed beside it. Above the door was a bronze plaque with the words "Chairman's Office" engraved on it.

The entire corridor was decorated in a low-key yet elegant manner, exuding the style befitting a business empire with a market value of 300 billion.

But at that moment, two people were lying on their backs in the corridor.

Two security guards in black suits lay face down on the carpet, their posture crooked, as if they had been knocked down from behind.

The walkie-talkie lay beside him, its red indicator light still flashing silently.

Zhuge Ming and Zhao Fangxu walked side by side in the corridor, with two soldiers in plainclothes leading the way.

The person in front walked with light and steady steps, his eyes scanning the front and sides at a constant frequency, his right hand hanging naturally at his waist, his fingertips less than three centimeters from the holster.

The person walking behind slightly turned to the side, using their body to block Zhuge Ming's right rear, ensuring that there were no blind spots.

As Zhao Fangxu walked, he turned slightly to speak to Zhuge Ming, his tone as steady as a work report: "Director Zhuge, Feng Zhenghao, one of the Ten Elders, has his office on this floor—the top floor of the Tianxiahui Group. This building has sixty-eight floors, and the entire top floor is his private office area. We need to take the elevator up and walk through a corridor to reach his office door—but speaking of which, where is Xu Si, the head of the North China region? He should be waiting for us at the main entrance to report the situation immediately. Has he already gone up?"

He paused, frowning slightly, as if trying to find a reasonable explanation for Xu Si's behavior, but then immediately dismissed the idea: "That won't do. I know Comrade Xu Si well. He always follows orders and never acts on his own. He's very disciplined when it comes to work. Besides, he clearly stated on the phone yesterday that he would report the situation to us before taking any action."

Zhuge Ming listened as he walked, his gaze calmly fixed on the corridor ahead.

After listening, he shook his head slightly, his tone as calm as if he were analyzing an unimportant detail, but every word hit the nail on the head: "Chairman Zhao, this is not important. I think Comrade Xu Si has not yet met with Feng Zhenghao—otherwise, he should already be down here to greet us."

His gaze fell on the two almost invisible, faint scratches on the corridor floor, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He continued, "However, the World Society's internal defense system does have some flaws. The reason we were able to get here so smoothly today is probably not because Feng Zhenghao withdrew his security—it must be because my car led the way, stopping those who should and shouldn't be stopped in a targeted and measured manner."

Zhao Fangxu immediately echoed, a perfectly balanced smile appearing on his face—neither overly enthusiastic nor overly humble—as he translated the words into standard official jargon in a reporting tone: "Director Zhuge is absolutely right. It seems Comrade Feng Zhenghao is adept at managing his subordinates; the security team is strictly managed and obeys orders without question. They know that the leader's car is an official vehicle, stopping it when necessary and letting it pass when appropriate, demonstrating a strong sense of discipline. This in itself shows a high degree of respect for the company's organizational discipline and the authority of higher-level leaders, which is commendable."

He changed the subject, his tone becoming more subtle and conciliatory, as if trying to smooth things over for his subordinate: "Then I think Comrade Xu Si was probably kept out because of this—after all, he didn't reveal his identity and it wasn't convenient for him to show his hand in the workplace."

This precisely demonstrates that Comrade Xu Si possessed a strong sense of organizational discipline; he preferred to be stopped outside rather than reveal his identity and rank in public. This is commendable.