Chapter 137: The Only Destiny!

“What is going on? What exactly is happening?” Liu Shihui stared at every major shareholder in the company, his face contorted with a fierce expression. Instinctively, he felt that these shareholders were collectively rejecting him. This was undoubtedly a conspiracy orchestrated by Xiao Yu against him. Fear gripped him; he was terrified. Fooling himself into believing he still had a glimmer of hope, he absolutely did not want that sliver of life to be forcibly taken away.

No one paid Liu Shihui any heed, yet each pair of eyes that looked at him bore a different expression—a gaze full of mockery and derision.

“Ladies and gentlemen, apologies for being a little late. Has everyone gathered for this shareholders' meeting?” At that moment, the side door suddenly swung open, and Chen Feng entered at a leisurely pace. He wore nothing but simple casual clothes, which seemed utterly out of place in such a formal setting.

However, a few bodyguards dressed impeccably accompanied Chen Feng, exuding an imposing aura. They shot a glance at Liu Shihui, then Chen Feng directly took the seat that belonged to Liu Shihui.

“You!” Liu Shihui’s pupils constricted slightly. Suddenly, recognition dawned on him. This was Chen Feng. Seeing Chen Feng sitting in his seat, anger flared in Liu Shihui’s eyes. “Chen Feng, that seat—do you really think that’s where you belong?”

Chen Feng showed no intention of standing up. A hint of contemptuous smile played on his lips. “What’s the matter, Liu Shihui? Do you really believe you are the chairman of Liu Group?”

Liu Shihui’s pupils contracted again. Wang Zhong, standing beside him, sneered coldly and said, “Liu Shihui, I forgot to tell you—Miss Xiao Yu now holds fifty-one percent of the company’s shares. She has officially become the new chairwoman of Liu Group!”

“What?” Liu Shihui’s pupils shrank violently. He instinctively retorted, “Impossible! That’s absolutely impossible! I still hold thirty percent of the shares, and Liu Kaifeng holds twenty percent. Father and son combined, we have absolute control. How could this be? How?”

“Thirty percent? Liu Shihui, do you really think you still have thirty percent?” Chen Feng looked at Liu Shihui with a scornful smile. He casually opened a briefcase, pulled out a contract, and tossed it to Liu Shihui. “Take a look, Mr. Liu.”

Liu Shihui’s pupils constricted sharply. It was a share transfer certificate—proof that Thorn Group had transferred its shares to Xiao Yu.

“How is this possible? How could Thorn Investment Group transfer shares to Xiao Yu? This must be fake! It has to be fake!” Liu Shihui roared madly.

“Heh,” Chen Feng chuckled mockingly. “Mr. Liu, it’s all in black and white, with Thorn Group’s official seal. Of course, you can hire a lawyer to verify whether it’s true or false.”

Liu Shihui instinctively stepped back two or three paces. Suddenly, he realized it had all been Xiao Yu’s scheme from the very beginning. She had completely calculated him out of the equation. If he had just held his ground at the start, he might have lost a fortune, but never ended up like this today.

But now, everything was different. From the start, his unwillingness to accept heavy losses led him to make one misstep after another, falling entirely into Xiao Yu’s trap.

Qin, the bank manager, coming to see him—how laughable. Liu Shihui had thought it was timely assistance, but in the end, he was just an accomplice to Xiao Yu.

“This can’t be! This can’t be!” Liu Shihui shouted frantically. “Chen Feng, bring Xiao Yu out! Have her face me, now! Bring her out to see me immediately!”

Chen Feng looked at Liu Shihui with no hint of pity. A few days ago, when Xiao Yu was attacked by Luo Beihan and Gu He, even with his intuition, Chen Feng could tell it was orchestrated by Liu Shihui. If Chen Feng hadn’t been present—and if he weren’t the Nine Suns Body—Xiao Yu would likely be dead by now.

Watching Liu Shihui’s expression, Chen Feng calmly said, “Liu Shihui, do you think it still matters if you see Sister Xiao now? Or rather, do you think you even have the right to see her?”

Liu Shihui’s body trembled slightly. Chen Feng smiled faintly and continued, “Thorn Investment Group’s decision is final—Liu Group holds no investment value anymore. Now, you, Liu Shihui, owe a debt of one hundred million US dollars. Do you still have the money to repay it?”

Liu Shihui’s face went pale. He knew well the value of his shares, which once peaked at over ten billion dollars. But Xiao Yu, through a series of ruthless maneuvers and deception, had seized everything he had spent most of his life building for less than a billion dollars.

Chen Feng smiled and said coldly, “If you don’t have the money, then collateral is needed. Your properties, your shares—all will be used to repay this one hundred million dollar debt.”

Thud!

Liu Shihui collapsed to the ground, his mind echoing one thought: “It’s over. It’s over.”

All hope was extinguished. Thorn Group was clearly in cahoots with Xiao Yu. In these past days, his personal efforts to curry favor with Thorn Group had only exposed Liu Group’s commercial secrets. With the boss himself revealing them, it would be impossible for them not to uncover any secrets. Thus, once Xiao Yu took over Liu Group, she would be able to control it completely in no time.

Liu Shihui couldn’t fathom why Xiao Yu was so close to Thorn Group.

What he didn’t know was that Xiao Yu had always been in finance, and Thorn Investment Group’s majority fifty-one percent was owned by a family named Xiao.

Seeing Liu Shihui fall to the ground, every shareholder present showed a trace of fear. No one expected that the shares Liu Shihui held would end up in Xiao Yu’s hands. Though she wasn’t present, everyone was deeply afraid of her methods.

“Chen Feng, you and Xiao Yu better not get too cocky!” Liu Shihui gritted his teeth and stood up, glaring at Chen Feng. “I still have a son who holds twenty percent of the shares. I will still be a major shareholder of Liu Group. Don’t think you can seize my company. Sooner or later, I will take back everything that is mine!”

“Oh really?” Chen Feng smiled deeply. “You should understand one thing, right?”

“Hm?” Liu Shihui’s expression shifted slightly. Chen Feng leisurely said, “When the dog is down, beat it. Your son Liu Kaifeng is already doomed. Do you think you can stay out of this?”

Chen Feng stood up, smiling faintly but radiating a terrifying aura. Facing him, Liu Shihui instinctively stepped back repeatedly.

Chen Feng continued calmly, “Your son is already ‘picking up soap’ in prison. As a father, shouldn’t you go visit your son? A true father-and-son battle. By now, your son must have become... quite ‘experienced.’”

“I’ll fight you to the death!” Liu Shihui roared madly, claws bared, charging at Chen Feng.

But as soon as he moved, he was pinned down on the table by several men.

Chen Feng spoke slowly, “Liu Shihui, you and your son can ‘pick up soap’ in prison and reform yourselves. Strive to come out and start anew. Although, I doubt you’ll get the chance to do so.”

Liu Shihui struggled fiercely but was held down immovably.

At that moment, the main door suddenly opened again. Two police officers walked straight into the conference room.

“Which one is Liu Shihui?” one officer said, his gaze already fixed on the restrained man.

Chen Feng sat back down, crossing his legs, and waved at the bodyguards. They released Liu Shihui, and the officer approached him, speaking coldly, “Liu Shihui, you are under arrest for suspicion of commercial fraud and malicious poisoning. Please come with us.”

“I refuse! I refuse! I refuse!” Liu Shihui screamed wildly, “All this was built by me! It all belongs to me! How can you take away everything from me?”

Then, he suddenly burst into manic laughter. “Don’t lie to me! This is all fake, fake! Liu Group is mine! I’ve merged with Qingxue Group! I’ve defeated Xiao Yu! I... I own everything! This is all fake! You can’t fool me! Fake! All fake! Ha ha! Fake!”

Watching Liu Shihui’s madness, Chen Feng sighed softly and approached him. Calmly, he said, “Still deceiving yourself at this point? Liu Shihui, it’s all over. Your only fate is to taste a peanut in the execution ground.”

Pfft!

Liu Shihui spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

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