Chapter 152: Protection

The station director, seated in the audience, heard President Zhou’s remarks and attempted to stand up and intervene, but was halted by a single glance from Mu Sihan.

Mu Sihan did not fly into a rage or storm down from the stage to viciously beat the man. Instead, he slightly narrowed his bottomless black eyes—cold, aloof, and sharp. Every contour of his expression radiated a chilling cruelty, carved deep into his very bones, making anyone who saw him shudder.

"I will give you one chance. Strip off your clothes and kneel to apologize."

His voice was neither loud nor soft, yet it carried a deeply chilling and bloodthirsty aura. Those who knew him well naturally recognized this as the prelude to his merciless destruction of opponents.

President Zhou, however, did not know him. Hearing demands to strip on the spot and kneel to apologize made him feel as though he had been struck by lightning. What kind of nobody was this, daring to humiliate him in such a manner?

President Zhou immediately jumped up from his seat, glaring at Mu Sihan with furious eyes. "Apologize to your mother's grave, you piece of trash! Are you even three years old? Go home and drink your mother's milk and grow up before you dare speak to me!"

Before the man’s voice had even faded, several men in black suits suddenly rushed out, swiftly pinning his arms and dragging him up onto the stage.

"What are you doing? If you dare touch a single hair on my head, my father won't let you off! What are you all staring at? There are gangsters here, call the police immediately!"

No matter how loudly President Zhou shouted and cursed, not a single person in the venue dared to call the police. The man in the black suit standing on the stage possessed an aura far too overwhelmingly powerful and cold. Until he spoke, no one dared to make a rash move.

The moment President Zhou was hauled onto the stage, he took a vicious kick straight to the stomach. Though he was not short, Mu Sihan’s single kick sent him flying right back down off the stage.

He rolled across the floor several times before coughing up a mouthful of blood. "Damn it—"

Before he could finish, he was dragged back up onto the stage by the bodyguards in black. Mu Sihan’s previous kick had felt as though it nearly shattered his internal organs, and he dared not risk taking a second one. As a result, the look he directed toward Mu Sihan now carried a heavy dose of apprehension and fear. "Who—who on earth are you?"

Mu Sihan raised his well-defined brow slightly, the corners of his lips curling into a sinister and merciless arc. "You aren't worthy of knowing who I am, but since you made my woman unhappy, I will make sure you are equally miserable."

"Do you even know who my father is? Zhou Donghai, one of the top ten wealthiest men in Ningcheng! If you touch me, do you even want to survive in this city?"

Just then, a man who appeared to be an assistant rushed up and handed a mobile phone to President Zhou, who was still cursing while blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. "President Zhou, it's the Chairman."

President Zhou took the phone. Barely five seconds after uttering a single word of greeting to his father, his expression changed drastically. "What? The bank is cutting off loans for our biggest project? Our partners are canceling their contracts? Who did I offend? I didn't do anything—wait—"

President Zhou’s gaze shifted toward Mu Sihan as if he were looking at a monster. His mind went entirely blank, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and he was no longer capable of uttering a single curse. This man was truly as terrifying as a demon!

"I'll strip! I'll kneel! I'll apologize!" Just as President Zhou reached for the buttons of his suit jacket, Mu Sihan expressionlessly cut him off, spitting out two chilling words from his thin lips:

"Too late."

At a signal from Mu Sihan's eyes, the bodyguards in black grabbed the paralyzed and terrified President Zhou and threw him out.

With a dark and gloomy expression, Mu Sihan swept his gaze across the entire room and spoke coldly, "Who was it that wanted to see her shed tears?"

President Li, who had been sitting next to Zhou earlier, shivered violently. He didn't even dare meet Mu Sihan's eyes, pressing his head down almost against his chest.

"If you don't want to end up like the man surnamed Zhou, stand up one by one and apologize to my woman."