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Chapter 764 - 322 Shattered to Pieces

Chapter 764: Chapter 322 Shattered to Pieces

Su Huai’s ferocity far exceeded Jin Yucheng’s expectations.

Wang Siming was next to him, smirking with schadenfreude, "Anyone who comes to Xingyu gets their ass kicked by Huai before crying on their way back. Crown Prince Jin, Eunuch Fu, you all think too highly of yourselves, don’t you?"

Jin Yucheng didn’t respond to him but instead took a careful look at Su Huai again and after a while, slowly began to speak.

"Mr. Su..."

"Stop! Don’t call me Mr. Su."

Jin Yucheng had barely begun to speak when he was interrupted.

Su Huai spread a grin, revealing a row of pearly white teeth, smiling like a wolf.

"Young Master Jin, we have no business dealings, so don’t try to cozy up. The dignity you want—I can’t give. You, you’ll have to take it for yourself."

Jin Yucheng’s craftiness was no longer sufficient.

In terms of keeping a cool head, he was second to none in the second-generation wealthy circle, but facing the brutally confrontational Su Huai, his composure was visibly crumbling.

His cheeks began to twitch, lips tightly pressed, and the corner of his eyes drooped slightly, giving Jin Yucheng a somewhat cold and grim look.

"Fine, Mr. Su, we’ll see each other again."

With a threatening remark, Young Master Jin got up with a whoosh and strode toward the door.

Su Huai watched with a smile, making no move to stop him.

However, when Fu Daiheng also hurriedly stood up to follow, Su Huai spoke lazily, "Hey, those two can go, but not you."

With a kick to Fu Daiheng’s chair, the simple office chair without wheels screeched as it slid behind him, and Su Huai gestured downwards with his hand: "Brother Fu, please have a seat."

His voice wasn’t loud, nor was the pressure strong; it even sounded quite casual.

Yet Fu Daiheng was startled, looking lost and out of sorts, not daring to continue walking nor wishing to stay, quickly looking for help from Brother Jin with his eyes.

Jin Yucheng stopped in his tracks, turned around abruptly, his eyes aflame, huffing and puffing heavily.

"Su Huai! What the hell do you want?!"

"You’re quite the comedian, Young Master Jin..."

Su Huai, seated at the head of the long table, turned slightly, glanced sideways at Jin Yucheng, and said calmly but indifferently, "On my turf, you bully my employee, and then you ask me what I want... I would like to break your legs and drag you out. Like that?"

The third person, who hadn’t spoken at all, finally couldn’t help but burst out with a curse, "Who the fuck do you think you are?! Touch us and try?!"

To show his anger, he even lurched a few steps toward Su Huai.

But it was no use; without Su Huai having to move a muscle, Fu Yu stood up and blocked the guy halfway.

Chest to chest, even though no punches were thrown, the atmosphere was still extremely explosive.

"Very funny! Come on, hit me, I dare you!"

"CEO Li, call security!"

Cheese immediately called for backup, and Wang Si, getting more excited, stood up ready to charge—fortunately, Wang Minjian held him back; otherwise, he would have definitely thrown the first punch.

"Pingzi, come back!"

Before things could escalate out of control, Jin Yucheng shouted, stopping his companion.

Zhang Zongping, panting heavily, retreated to Jin Yucheng’s side, pointing at Fu Yu with his finger, which trembled lightly as if shaking.

"Alright, alright, you’re all so tough, just wait, this isn’t over!"

At this point, if the conference room were divided in half diagonally, the left half was in chaos, too intense to describe, while the right half remained calm as ever, with Su Huai still sitting steadily in his place and Fu Daiheng stranded futilely in the middle.

When Jin Yucheng turned back, what he saw was Su Huai’s mountain-like calm posture.

Locking eyes again, the mocking gaze was unmistakeable.

That aura, it made him suddenly grasp the concrete meaning of the phrase "eagle-eyed and wolf-like."

"Mr. Su."

Jin Yucheng, suppressing his anger, tried to return to negotiation mode.

"Do we really need to do this? Issues have to be resolved, and making a huge scene doesn’t benefit anyone..."

In the suffocating high-pressure atmosphere that Su Huai created, he finally lowered his standards, ready to talk business properly.

Then without waiting for Su Huai to speak, Wang Si burst out red-faced and started banging on the table, "Who the hell are you scaring? What, are we supposed to call our parents for a fight? You have parents and I don’t?"

Was this guy really excited?

Wang wasn’t a child who loved to fight, uh, not that he didn’t, but he was too weak, normally no match for anyone.

Perhaps it was for this reason, so today, when Su Huai was standing in the front line, and it seemed they could thrash the other side, he got particularly excited, wanting to rush to the front for a thrilling punch.

Unfortunately, no one was afraid of him.

Zhang Zongping, with a tiger-like face, pointed at his nose and cursed, "What the hell does it have to do with you? Stop adding fuel to the fire. If you want to take it outside, let’s set a time; if I don’t beat the shit out of you, you can claim it was a clean crap!"

"I fuckin’ not my mother!"

Mr. Wang suddenly got mad, scrabbling to go at him.

Even Wang Minjian was finding it hard to restrain him, his urgency making him stammer, "Stop, don’t make a fuss, listen to Mr. Su!"

Jin Yucheng held Zhang Zongping back with one hand and walked back with him, sitting down again beside Fu Daiheng.

Ignoring them worked, Wang Si sat back down huffily, switching from "ready to fight" to "rambling curses," spewing out a string of profanities.

Jin Yucheng frowned in silence, Zhang Zongping fought back with passion, and Fu Daiheng carefully stole glances at Su Huai...

Watching the scene before him, Cheese began to sweat, Fu Yu tensed up with a vigilant expression, and Liu Zigui was baffled and clueless, feeling his brain wasn’t working properly.

"Stay seated, let them fuss."

Su Huai reassured the three of them with a wave of his hand, still composed, imparting the impression that he genuinely didn’t take the situation seriously.

Indeed, there was no need to.