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

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldier leading the way suddenly raised his right hand, fingers together, palm facing backward, making a standard "stop advancing" tactical gesture.

He lowered his voice, his tone short and forceful: "Reporting to the leader—there's something going on!"

Zhuge Ming and Zhao Fangxu stopped at the same time.

The soldier quickly stepped forward and squatted down in the middle of the corridor.

Two security guards in black suits lay face down on the carpet, their posture crooked, with a walkie-talkie lying beside them, its red light flashing silently.

The soldier reached out and placed his index and middle fingers on the carotid arteries of the two men, held for two seconds, and then quickly retreated to Zhuge Ming, standing straight and speaking in a deep and clear voice: "Sir, both men are unconscious, but have pulses and are breathing steadily. They are not in immediate danger."

Judging from the way the person fell and the location of the blow, they were knocked unconscious with a single, unarmed strike. The attacker's control of force was extremely precise, preventing any secondary injury—but the attacker's methods were highly professional.

He paused, then his tone became firm and unwavering: "It's not safe here. I request that the leadership immediately evacuate us to a safe area."

Zhao Fangxu was also taken aback.

He squinted, carefully examining the two unconscious security guards on the ground through the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses, then glanced at the empty corridor.

Then his expression turned serious. He leaned slightly towards Zhuge Ming, lowered his voice but still maintained a businesslike tone: "Why did this happen? What exactly is Feng Zhenghao up to? On the top floor of his own company, at the entrance of his own office area, security personnel were taken down—did someone force their way into the Tianxia Society?"

"Director Zhuge, in my assessment, the current situation is unclear, and there are unpredictable safety risks. We should temporarily evacuate and wait for Xu Si to arrive before making further arrangements."

Zhuge Ming looked down at the two unconscious security guards on the ground, then looked up at the tightly closed solid wood door at the end of the corridor.

His brain completed the information matching in a fraction of a second—this scene, the way these two people fell to the ground, the precise and perfectly timed bare-handed knockout—who else could it be?

Feng Baobao forced her way into the World Society, but unexpectedly, it still happened.

The power of the original storyline should not be underestimated.

He smiled slightly, a very faint smile that vanished in an instant, but the corners of his mouth did curve upwards slightly.

Then he spoke, his tone devoid of any nervousness, but rather carrying an air of calm interest and undeniable certainty: "It's alright. We're here today as company personnel to carry out our work. Since Feng Zhenghao is sitting in one of the Ten Elders' positions, he's one of the company's partners. Even if he doesn't give me, the director of the Party Committee Inspection Office, face, he should at least give Chairman Zhao face."

He stepped over the unconscious security guard on the ground, his pace still unhurried, his leather shoes barely making a sound on the carpet: "Besides, the situation here clearly indicates a conflict has already broken out. Someone has broken into the Tianxia Society and has already clashed with the security personnel. As members of the company, we can't turn a blind eye—the more this is the case, the more we need to step in. Let's go in."

The two soldiers exchanged a glance.

That glance was extremely brief, lasting less than half a second, but it contained a wealth of information—the commander had already given the order, and any further persuasion would be considered disobeying orders.

All they can do is one thing: execute.

The soldier who had been leading the way resumed his position, his right hand now removed from its holster and placed against his side, ready to be drawn at any moment.

The person following behind also shortened the guard distance by half a step. The two of them were like two silently drawn bows, ready to shoot arrows at any time in the shortest possible time.

Their fingers were just a thought away from the hard thing at their waists—the gun. All beings are equal.

……

Top floor of the Tianxiahui Group, at the entrance to the chairman's office.

The heavy, solid wood double door at the end of the corridor was knocked open halfway and hung crookedly on the door frame.

A group of people were gathered at the entrance, all of them cadres of the Tianxiahui and a few bold employees.

A man with neat, short, pure white hair, fair skin, and a cold expression, wearing a dark shirt and a light brown suit, looked handsome and composed. He tilted his head and peered into the doorway, a hint of surprise on his lips.

He is Feng Xingtong, the biological son of Feng Zhenghao, and the young leader of the Tianxia Society.

Several subordinates surrounded him. Some were whispering about "who that woman is," some were calling the security department for backup, and someone took out their phone to record a video but was slapped down by someone next to them.

The entire entrance was in complete chaos, like a pot of freshly boiled porridge. Everyone was talking, but no one knew what was going on.

Just then, a steady and clear voice came from behind the crowd: "Could you comrades please move aside?"

Feng Xingtong turned around almost as soon as she heard the voice.

His gaze didn't immediately fall on the speaker, but rather on the chubby figure standing next to him.

Zhao Fangxu – Chairman of Nadutong Company, a top leader!

Although Feng Xingtong, as Feng Zhenghao's son, does not directly participate in company affairs, he has seen Zhao Fangxu no less than ten times while accompanying his father and would never mistake him for someone else.

"Chairman Zhao of the company! What brings you here?"

Feng Xingtong's voice carried obvious surprise and a hint of unease. She subconsciously straightened up, and the playful smile on her lips vanished in the same instant.

Zhao Fangxu looked at Feng Xingtong, his expression not exactly stern, but every word carried the weight of official business. His voice was not loud, but it was full of pressure: "You are Feng Zhenghao's son, right? What exactly happened here? I walked all the way down the corridor and saw security personnel lying unconscious on the ground. There were also obvious signs of a fight in the corridor. The scene here is so chaotic, and the injured have not been treated yet. Instead of maintaining order, you are just standing around at the door watching the commotion."

Did a battle between supernatural beings actually take place? Are there no rules left? Do your company's regulations still apply in your Tianxia Society? This is the center of Tianjin! Who will take responsibility for any social impact this causes?

Feng Xingtong was shocked by these words and her scalp tingled. She subconsciously took half a step back, her lips moved twice as if she wanted to say something, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something.

He panicked for two seconds before gathering his thoughts, speaking rapidly but with a noticeably weaker tone than before: "Chairman Zhao, please don't misunderstand! This isn't our Tianxia Society causing trouble—someone forced their way into Tianxia Society! They fought their way from the lobby to the top floor, even kicking down the door to my father's office! We were just acting in self-defense—really, you'll see for yourself when you go inside!"

Zhao Fangxu looked at Feng Xingtong's face, which was trying so hard to explain, and remained silent for a second.

Then he said two words, his tone calm but leaving no room for refusal: "Get out of the way. I want to see what Feng Zhenghao is up to."