Although An Kexin is a rather spoiled and capricious heiress,
she still deeply cares for her best friends.
Upon hearing Su Ming's words, she began to show even more concern for Dong Lanlan.
Meanwhile, Su Ming arrived at an entertainment club.
This club is not only ranked first in the Provincial City, but also has the backing of the city's top underground power.
The entertainment venue was designed in lavish splendor, indicating enormous investment.
Walking into the club, scantily clad attendants came forward to greet him.
But Su Ming was not there for fun; he headed straight upstairs.
The first six floors of the club were open to the public, but beyond the sixth floor was restricted.
So, when Su Ming tried to go from the sixth to the seventh floor, he was immediately stopped.
"Sorry sir, this area is not open to the public."
"What if I insist on going up?"
Looking into Su Ming's eyes, the man reached for his walkie-talkie.
"There's someone causing trouble in the sixth-floor stairwell, someone is—"
Before he could finish, Su Ming knocked him out with a punch and proceeded upstairs.
As Su Ming reached the seventh floor, more than ten security personnel in black rushed toward him.
Su Ming didn't waste words, instead clenching his fists and charging into the crowd.
A few minutes later, Su Ming glanced at the scattered bodies on the ground and headed for the eighth floor.
This scene was captured by the security personnel in the monitoring room.
By the time Su Ming reached the eighth floor, the number of security personnel had increased to nearly a hundred.
It was a sea of heads, the entire corridor was densely packed, extending beyond the eye's reach.
Yet Su Ming remained fearless, storming ahead.
If it were an open space, defeating a hundred people would indeed be challenging.
Even for Su Ming, it took considerable effort.
But here, it was a narrow corridor where the hundred people were barely effective.
Su Ming fought like a tiger among sheep, engaging in a prolonged battle.
Ten minutes later, Su Ming rotated his arm and arrived at the ninth floor.
The ninth floor had far fewer security personnel, only five men.
Each of these men exuded intense power.
Clearly, these five were not on the same level as those below.
"Daring to cause trouble on our Ghost Head Gang turf, are you looking to die?"
"Hmph, kid, you've got the wrong people to make a name for yourself!"
"You guys don't need to act, I'll handle this punk."
A man wielding a long staff stepped forward, charging at Su Ming.
It was apparent that the staff-wielding man was skilled in martial arts, as Su Ming could sense during the fight.
Particularly, the staff in his hand was like a dragon, unpredictably changing.
Yet, such techniques were completely ineffective against Su Ming.
Su Ming dodged the man's attack, stepped forward, and stomped on the staff.
The man's expression changed, trying to retract the staff, but Su Ming's fist followed swiftly.
With one punch, the man was sent flying several meters and fell to the ground.
After dealing with one, Su Ming looked at the four remaining men and beckoned them with his fingers.
"Come at me together."
Feeling humiliated by Su Ming's arrogance, the men immediately charged at him.
At that moment, in an office on the tenth floor, Ghost Brother was enjoying the company of a beauty with a wine glass in hand.
Suddenly, a subordinate rushed in from outside.
"It's bad, Ghost Brother, it's bad!"
Ghost Brother furrowed his brow and said coldly, "Why the panic? What's going on?"
Before the subordinate could speak, the office door opened, and a figure walked in.
Seeing the figure, Ghost Brother's expression changed.
Having seen Su Ming's photo from Fan Wujiu, Ghost Brother immediately recognized Su Ming.
Instinctively, he reached for his gun from his waist, aiming at Su Ming.
"You can try, is your gun faster or my fist?"
Facing Su Ming's eyes like those of a demon from Hell, Ghost Brother swallowed.
His face showed a solemn expression, and after a while, he lowered his gun.
"Why are you here?"
"You sent people to kill me, can't I come to you?"
Su Ming sat opposite Ghost Brother, calmly staring at him.
Unable to bear the gaze, Ghost Brother finally said, "This was Fan Family's doing, I hold no personal grudge against you."
But Su Ming remained silent, continuing to stare at Ghost Brother.
"I can compensate for all your losses. Name a price, I will surely meet it."
Su Ming still didn't speak, but his gaze turned cold.
That look, like that of a bloodthirsty beast, Ghost Brother had never seen in all these years.
It seemed as if Su Ming would strike at any moment.
Realizing this, Ghost Brother sweated coldly and quickly stood up, staring at Su Ming.
"What more do you want? Either kill me!"
As a dominant force in the Provincial City's underground, Ghost Brother wouldn't be easily bullied.
He could concede but wouldn't be trampled upon.
If so, it was better to fight to the death; at least dying would have value.
Faced with Ghost Brother's roar, Su Ming merely chuckled and then stood as well.
He raised three fingers, his gaze turning fierce.
"First, my car was wrecked by yours, compensate me with a new one."
"Second, my Wanhong Group project is now underway, but during construction, people might harbor ill intentions, I want your men to guard it 24/7 until completion."
"Third, before my Wanhong Group project is completed, you must sever all ties with Fan Family."
Despite the seemingly manageable conditions, Ghost Brother didn't immediately agree but frowned.
Suddenly, as if realizing something, he began to scrutinize Su Ming.
"Since when did the Provincial City see figures like you?"
"I'm not a figure, just a small-time player."
After speaking, Su Ming no longer lingered and turned toward the door.
"So, Ghost Brother, what's your choice?"
At this juncture, there seemed no other alternative.
Keeping distance from Fan Family would only lose some money at worst.
But opposing Su Ming would cost lives.
Ghost Brother stood, looking at Su Ming.
"No wonder you dare to go against that old fox Fan Wujiu, Su Ming, you indeed have some skills!"
However, Su Ming only smiled and walked out.
A voice softly echoed outside.
"Skills? No, I have charm."
