One miscalculation

The silence in the room was suffocating. Liang Guo sat stiffly on the edge of his chair, his body tense, his fingers twitching against his knees. Sitting across from him was Xu Jingli, a man whose very presence exuded an authority that crushed any illusion of control.

Liang Guo shivered. It wasn't cold—far from it. The room was dimly lit, slightly stuffy, but the seat beneath him felt unbearably hot. It was as if he were sitting on burning coal. His skin prickled with sweat, yet he dared not wipe his forehead, dared not make any sudden movements.

Xu Jingli was a man beyond compare. His influence, his power—none of it was something a lowly scammer like Liang Guo could ever dream of standing against. And yet, here he was, caught in a situation he never would have walked into had he only known.

How could they have been so blind?