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This is not Li Xiao boasting, but a fact built upon absolute strength and countless bones.

The mere mention of Jiang Yang and Li Xiao's names carries enough weight in Tianshui's business district to be equivalent to a fully armed mercenary force.

How did Wang Jianhui fall? How did Jianhui Real Estate, that intricately built business empire, collapse in just half a month, dragging down several powerful figures in the city? Others might not know, but Ma Bochang and those shrewd people who lick blood from the underworld certainly did.

They knew all too well that the mastermind behind the scenes, who had effortlessly brought down a multi-billion dollar real estate empire, was none other than this young man who had just turned eighteen.

Zhou Yanhuai pushed up his glasses, suddenly realizing something, and his tense shoulders instantly relaxed. Those in the underworld fear not the more skilled brutes, but the strategist who can arbitrarily change the rules of the game and cut off all their escape routes with a single word.

Ma Bochang himself is now so paranoid because of Wang Jianhui's case that he wouldn't dare to confront Lansheng Capital, the company that buried Wang Jianhui, head-on at this critical juncture.

The black Maybach S680, like a ghostly black beast, glided silently through the night of Tianshui City and came to a steady stop in front of the magnificent gates of the Nightclub.

The doorman was about to open the door when he saw the gleaming Maybach emblem and the imposing car body, and he instinctively stopped in his tracks. Old Lin nimbly pushed open the door, got out, walked around to the back seat, and opened the door.

Li Xiao stepped out of the car, his black custom-tailored suit sharply defined under the club's flashing neon lights. He glanced up at the lavish establishment, his eyes indifferent: "Let's go, let's go see this desperate Young Master Zhao."

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Top-floor private box.

The atmosphere in the private room was chaotic and smoky. The deafening subwoofer was turned off, and the air was thick with the smells of liquor, cigars, and strong hormones. Zhao Bin, his eyes bloodshot and his shirt and tie askew, was holding a wine glass and pouring out his grievances to three middle-aged men with burly faces and thick gold chains around their necks.

"Uncles, once the asset preservation order is lifted tomorrow and the court freezes the share transfer, that bitch Duan Xue will be helpless! Once I gain control, you'll all get your fair share in the concrete mixing plant! Cheers!"

"Bang--!"

With a loud bang, the heavy soundproof door of the private room was violently kicked open by Lao Lin. The solid wood door slammed heavily against the wall, making a dull thud that could stop a person's heart.

Metal fragments from the door lock flew everywhere under the corridor lights.

The dozen or so thugs in the private room instantly erupted in chaos, standing up and cursing, some even reaching for their waists.

The gangsters' faces darkened instantly, and they stared menacingly at the doorway. In Tianshui, this was the first time anyone had dared to slap them in the face.

If we don't teach this guy a lesson today, how will they ever be able to stay in Tianshui again?

Li Xiao strolled into the private room with an air of nonchalance, completely ignoring the menacing eyes around him, and went straight to the marble coffee table.

Zhou Yanhuai followed closely behind, slamming the brown paper bag in his hand onto the coffee table full of wine bottles.

"Who the hell are you?! How dare you trespass on my turf? You're tired of living, aren't you?!" Fueled by alcohol, Zhao Bin grabbed a bottle of foreign liquor from the table, his eyes red as he charged forward.

"Have him sit down," Li Xiao said calmly.

Before he finished speaking, Old Lin flashed into the crowd like a ghost. With a clean and swift grappling move, a sickeningly sharp "crack" was heard, and Zhao Bin let out a pig-like scream as his arms were tightly twisted behind his back and he was slammed face down onto the leather sofa, the wine bottle in his hand shattering into pieces.

Upon seeing this, the faces of several underworld bosses completely changed. The bald man, known as "Blackie," who was in charge, suddenly stood up, the scar at the corner of his eye throbbing. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Friend, what gang are you from? Coming all the way to Tianshui City to show off, don't you even know who's sitting in this private room...?"

"My surname is Li. Jiangyang Lansheng Capital, Li Xiao."

Li Xiao didn't raise his voice, nor did he even change his tone, but the sound of that name in the smoky private room was like detonating a bombshell.

The gangsters who had just been clamoring to fight to the death froze instantly upon hearing the names "Jiang Yang," "Lan Sheng," and "Li Xiao," their faces replaced by an undisguised shock and fear.

Blackie's face twitched violently twice, and his right hand, which had been touching his waist, recoiled as if electrocuted. He swallowed hard, his voice instantly dropping eight octaves, even trembling slightly: "Young Master Li... Young Master Li? You're Young Master Li from Jiangyang?"

In the shadowy areas of Tianshui City, who doesn't know Jiang Yang, that living devil?

Wang Jianhui had hundreds of daring and reckless thugs under his command, who had been entrenched in Jiangyang for over a decade. But this guy uprooted them all. Some went to jail, some ran away, and not a single one dared to breathe a sigh of relief! These local bullies who collected protection money and dealt in earthwork in Tianshui City weren't even worthy of being considered a dish in front of Li Xiao!

Li Xiao didn't even glance at the so-called big brothers who had instantly fallen silent; his gaze was fixed on Zhao Bin, who was being pressed down on the sofa and trembling.

"Your application for preservation will be rejected by the court first thing tomorrow morning because the sand quarries and bathhouses you provided as collateral have unclear ownership and are all a pile of garbage." Li Xiao's voice sounded like a death sentence.

"The Linjiang project has collapsed, and the collection departments of major banks will begin enforcement proceedings against all your accounts at 9:00 AM tomorrow. You are not only penniless now, but you will also become a deadbeat with nothing tomorrow."

Zhao Bin's face drained of all color. He stared at Li Xiao, who was looking down at him, as if he were a monster, forgetting even the excruciating pain in his arm.

Li Xiao tapped the brown paper bag on the table with his slender fingers.

"Duan Xue is in a hurry to cash out and run away, and the bottom price she offered to others was 60% of the original price. I don't like to take advantage of people's misfortunes; I'm a fair person." Li Xiao leaned down, looking directly into Zhao Bin's eyes with a suffocating sense of oppression.

I'll give you a 40% discount.

"Pure cash. Once you sign, the money will be deposited into your designated overseas account tonight, buying out all your actual control and inheritance rights."