Nestled within a high-end office building in the heart of the city, floors ten through thirteen were leased by Dongyi Group, serving as their headquarters.

At this moment, within an office on the thirteenth floor, Deng Guoyong sat in the executive chair with an ashen face, silent, while several suited bodyguards opposite him kept their heads down, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Are you certain?" It took a while before Deng Guoyong squeezed out three icy words from between his teeth.

"Yes, all the top figures in Xinyu Building were murdered, and the police are currently clearing the scene."

Suppressing his rage, Deng Guoyong gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you know who did it?"

"For now, it’s unclear. The scene has been cordoned off by the police, and our people have been detained. We have no information."

"Contact others, tell them to ensure their own safety and come here to meet as soon as possible," Deng Guoyong decisively ordered.

Several subordinates didn’t hesitate; they immediately took out their phones to contact other leaders.

However, as minutes passed and seeing his subordinates’ increasingly pale faces, Deng Guoyong grew impatient and asked anxiously, "What’s happening?"

"Boss, we... we can’t reach anyone. The calls go through, but nobody answers."

"What?" Deng Guoyong was startled and in disbelief, "This can’t be possible."

As the words left his mouth, he suddenly heard his phone vibrate on the desk; it was a text message. Deng Guoyong picked up his phone, only to see several images attached—pictures of blood-drenched corpses, all of whom he recognized as his own men.

Looking at those horrifying images, Deng Guoyong felt a chill down his spine, a wave of coldness inexplicably rising in his heart. Having been in the underworld for decades, it had been a long time since he’d felt such fear.

"Issue the order, all management personnel of Dongyi Group must gather at the company within half an hour. Also, contact Zhang Bo and have him come here immediately."

Less than ten minutes later, a middle-aged man in his forties, skinny, bespectacled, and gentlemanly, walked into the office. The man’s face looked terrible; as soon as he entered the door, he asked without any courtesy, "Deng, what’s going on?"

"Old Zhang, don’t ask me. I’m not clear on the details either."

Zhang Bo, one of the top executives of Dongyi Group, apart from the mysterious behind-the-scenes boss, was the only person who could stand on equal footing with Deng Guoyong, specifically responsible for handling the group’s affairs. Inside the Group, like civil and military roles, they shared different responsibilities but both held substantial authority.

"I’ve already notified all our management personnel to return and assemble immediately. No matter who initiated this attack, if they dare to oppose Dongyi Group, I will not let them off easily," Deng Guoyong said coldly.

Zhang Bo hesitated for a moment, glanced at a few subordinates beside him, and asked quietly, "Should we notify him? After all, this incident has blown up, and he will find out sooner or later."

"This..." Deng Guoyong’s eyes flickered, unsure. He knew well the temperament of that person; Dongyi Group had suffered such a severe loss, and both of them could not escape responsibility. Now, their only way to lessen the punishment was to catch the perpetrator and thus redeem themselves.

During his contemplation, a suited bodyguard put down his phone and said, "Boss, everyone has arrived one after another."

Deng Guoyong nodded, looked at Zhang Bo, and said, "Let’s go and meet them together."

Upon reaching the conference room on the tenth floor, seven people were sitting inside, all in suits and accompanied by two personal bodyguards each. At this moment, knowing the situation, everyone was worried, whispering to each other, discussing countermeasures. Seeing Deng Guoyong and Zhang Bo enter, they all stood up and greeted them.

"Please, take your seats." Deng Guoyong gestured with his hand, leaned his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and scanned the room. He then spoke, "You must have all heard about what happened at the Xinyu Building. Over twenty people died, all of them lower-tier leaders, not a single one missed. I’m worried that you might be the next targets, so I gathered you all here. From now on, until the crisis is over, no one is allowed to leave this office building. Also, call everyone you can; I want to see if the person daring this has the guts to completely wipe us out."

At that moment, outside the upscale office building, a classic muscle car slowly drove up and parked at the curb.

The car door opened, and Ling Chen stepped out of the driver’s seat, looking up at the towering building with a slight smile on his lips.

Having dealt with the lower-tier leaders of the Dongyi Group, it was now time for the middle and upper-tier leaders. On his way here, he had confirmed that all seven middle-tier leaders of the Dongyi Group had arrived at the headquarters, including Deng Guoyong and Zhang Bo – it was time to catch them all in one sweep.

Just then, several vans raced from the intersection and stopped in front of the office building. Subsequently, dozens of youths got out of the vans, carrying rolled-up newspapers that concealed long items, and quickly entered the building.

Seeing this, Ling Chen’s eyebrows slightly furrowed. He had intended to strike when the opponent was unprepared, but Dongyi Group had acted faster than expected. It was still noon, and many people were in the office building; initiating a move now would certainly cause a major disturbance. Thinking this, Ling Chen abandoned his original plan and found a restaurant by the street to fill his stomach first.

Several hours later, night gradually fell.

By one minute past six, most of the office workers had left, except for the lights still on from the tenth to the thirteenth floor, with only a few scattered offices lit.

After resting all afternoon and feeling recharged, Ling Chen opened his car door and walked towards the back door of the office building. As expected, the front and back doors were guarded by more than ten thugs. Ling Chen calmly walked to the corner, climbed directly up the outer wall where the air conditioning units were installed.

Before long, he had flipped in through a window into the interior of the office building. Finding a fire escape, Ling Chen quickly climbed the stairs to the tenth floor. Just then, voices talking above caught his attention. He stopped, looked up, and saw at the stairway entrance of the tenth floor, several young men leaning on the railing, casually chatting with cigarettes in their mouths.

Ling Chen took a deep breath, didn’t stop even for a moment, and immediately ran upstairs, appearing breathless. Reaching the tenth-floor staircase, the young men’s attention quickly focused on him.

Bent over, hands on his knees, Ling Chen gasped heavily. Without waiting for the youths to speak, he scanned them, extended two fingers to one of the youths and said, "Bro, give me a cigarette; I’m dead tired."

The young man, suspecting nothing, handed over a cigarette casually. Ling Chen took a drag, slowly raised his head, the swirling smoke somewhat obscuring his face.

"Hey, buddy, where’s Boss Song?"

"In the conference room. You looking for him?"

"Not me looking for him, he’s looking for me. Damn, didn’t even say why, just told me to hurry over, didn’t even get to finish my dinner, we small guys really have it tough."

The young men, feeling empathetic, laughed, "Stop complaining, we’re all in the same boat, been guarding here without even a sip of water. Alright, go on in, don’t delay Boss Song’s business."