"Young Master Zhe, what did Young Master Ying say to you?"

In the dark of night, speeding along in a Bentley EXP, Duanmu Zhe lay resting in the back seat with his eyes closed, while the glamorous movie queen sat beside him, gently massaging his legs.

"Shut up! What my boss says to me is none of your concern!" Duanmu Zhe opened his eyes slightly and reprimanded coldly.

The movie queen immediately felt dejected and dared not ask anything further.

To be honest, as Duanmu Zhe said, this movie queen was a woman full of schemes.

She wasn't truly the lotus emerging unstained from the mud; on the contrary, she deliberately packaged herself as dignified and graceful, all for waiting for the right price.

Once someone wanting to keep her offers a price high enough, or possesses a sufficiently powerful background, she would recommend herself to bed, sometimes behaving more wantonly than the cheapest escorts.

Right now, she was fortunate to catch Duanmu Zhe's eye, squeezing into this circle that everyone in China gazed at in awe, perched at the pinnacle of the pyramid—a testament to her ancestors' virtue.

But privately, she remained insatiably greedy, feeling that being merely a plaything for Duanmu Zhe was not enough; if she could be favored by Ying Zheng, that would be akin to being a real consort!

Ying Zheng!

Thinking of this name stirred excitement in her heart!

People versed in China's turbulent political landscape knew that Ying Zheng was not only the heir to China's premier family—the Ying Family—a man of elegance, for whom money was merely numbers, but also practiced Ancient Martial Arts; reportedly, he was recognized as the top young prodigy in China, mastering literature and martial arts alike!

What a perfect dream lover!

How unfortunate that tonight she barely had the rare opportunity to approach Ying Zheng, yet Duanmu Zhe wouldn't even let her through the door; what a pity.

"You bitch, don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

Duanmu Zhe sneered at the movie queen and said, "Let me tell you, my boss isn't interested in someone like you; in the vastness of the Capital City, the only woman who could match my boss is her, no one else! Who do you think you are?"

"Young Master Zhe, I..."

Then, with his other hand, Duanmu Zhe took out his phone and dialed a number: "You've got ten minutes, meet me at the courtyard house. I've got some plans."

After speaking, he put the phone down and comfortably continued resting with his eyes closed. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

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Ten minutes later, the limited edition Bentley EXP turned into an inconspicuous alley within the Third Ring, arriving directly at a courtyard house.

"Brother Zhe!"

By this time, at the entrance of the courtyard house, seven luxury cars were already lined up in a "one" formation, with seven young men waiting at the entrance. Upon seeing Duanmu Zhe's car arrive, they immediately came forward to greet it.

Each of these seven young men, when singled out, was a significant figure in the Capital City, yet facing Duanmu Zhe, they could only be utterly respectful, like a pack of hyenas welcoming their leader.

Once the Bentley EXP was steadied, Duanmu Zhe got out from the back seat, with the movie queen following behind.

"Eh? Isn't this Song XX? Brother Zhe, when did you settle her?"

Upon seeing the movie queen, one of the young men wearing glasses asked in surprise with a smile.

"If you like, she's yours," Duanmu Zhe said indifferently.

"I wouldn't dare!"

The young man with glasses was startled, quickly refraining from speaking further.

What a joke, even if Duanmu Zhe had used the toilet, he wouldn't dare to use it foolishly.

However, judging from Duanmu Zhe's attitude, the seven of them could see that tonight Brother Zhe seemed displeased, his temper seemed rather bad.

The seven followed Duanmu Zhe and the movie queen into the courtyard house, where Duanmu Zhe unabashedly sat down on a lounge chair under the grape arbor, with the movie queen obediently standing behind him.

"Have you all heard about Lin Zekai?"

Duanmu Zhe crossed his legs as he scanned the seven standing respectfully before him.

"Lin Zekai? What happened to him? Hey, now that you mention it, why didn't he come tonight? Is he defying Brother Zhe's orders?" A chubby young man looked around, puzzled.

"All you do is chase women, reveling in festivities every day, yet you're oblivious to trouble your brothers face?"

Duanmu Zhe was extremely displeased as he scolded the seven, much like Ying Zheng had scolded him not long ago.

"Brother Zhe, what happened to Lin Zekai? I heard some time ago he went to Jiangdong and set his eyes on a local woman; I joked with him that he's regressing in life!"

A bald-headed young man said disdainfully, "Those women from provincial places, no matter how beautiful, can never match the nobility of our Capital City's aristocrats, right? He must have been overtaken by lust, showing no progress at all!"

"Seems like you guys really enjoyed yourselves to the point of forgetting home these days?"

Duanmu Zhe said gloomily, "Not a whiff of anything; how can I trust you bunch of useless ones!"

"Brother Zhe, what the heck is going on? Did Lin Zekai get into some trouble to make you so upset?" the young man with glasses asked cautiously.

"Not just caused trouble, he got himself killed!"

Duanmu Zhe said coldly, "Moreover, the Lin Family was destroyed within these few days, met their demise, bowed out from the Capital City stage!"

"This happened?"

Upon hearing this, the seven were shocked!

The Capital City was too vast, and they were each busy with their own affairs lately, truly unaware of any news.

Watching them, Duanmu Zhe grew even more annoyed, suddenly feeling that his poor standing among the upper echelon of brothers was deserved, and with this worthless bunch, he couldn't aspire to much ambition.

"Listen up! I'm not wasting words; Lin Zekai's death and the Lin Family's downfall are tied to a person named Jiang Feng from Jiangdong."

Duanmu Zhe went straight to the point, "I just came back from my boss—my boss is also very focused on this Jiang person. So I now demand you, at all costs, verify the exact origins of this Jiang Feng. If possible, bring him to the Capital City; I'll deal with him personally!"

"Jiang Feng?!"

The seven looked at each other, vaguely feeling this name was familiar, yet dared not associate it immediately with that legendary figure!

Immediately, the chubby young man spoke up, "Rest assured, Brother Zhe, leave this matter to us! A small fry from Jiangdong dares to stir waves, drawing attention from you and Boss Ying? His ancestors must have burned high incense! We will definitely capture him to the Capital City soon!"

"Hmm!"

Only then did Duanmu Zhe nod, reminding them, "Don't be careless, he should know some tricks; otherwise, Lin Zekai and the Lin Family wouldn't have overturned in the gutter. Get back to me quickly—I'm not very patient!"

"Yes!!!" The seven nodded, then respectfully withdrew.