Old Mr. Han's hands trembled as he gripped his cane, his face paling with realization. His throat went dry as he tried to salvage the situation.
"Mr. Long, please... we were blind to the reality of the situation. Had we known Ms. Gu Jin was under your protection, we never would have—"
Long Yifan scoffed, his gaze cold and unyielding.
"Spare me the pathetic excuses. My people intercepted every attempt on her life, and yet, instead of reconsidering, you escalated your efforts. This isn't arrogance—it's stupidity."
A bead of sweat trickled down Old Mr. Han's temple.
The remaining members of the 1% Group exchanged uneasy glances, their confidence utterly shattered.
For years, they had thought themselves untouchable, moving as they pleased within the shadows of the Capital City.
But tonight, they had finally encountered a force they could not reckon with.
Long Yifan stepped forward, his movements deliberate, his presence suffocating.