Chapter Six: The Business Storm

The morning sun shone brightly over Jiangcheng, dispersing the thin mist that lingered in the old city district. Lin Feng, dressed in a tailored black suit, stepped out of a modest house with Lin Xue'er at his side. The sleek, black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided through the streets, its presence exuding quiet dominance. Sitting in the back seat, Lin Feng gazed out the window, his deep eyes reflecting a mind spinning with plans and calculations. Lin Xue'er sat beside him, hands clasped together, sneaking careful glances at him, her eyes still filled with admiration and awe.

"Brother, where are we going?" Lin Xue'er asked softly, her voice laced with curiosity.

Lin Feng turned to look at her, a faint smile playing at his lips. "Somewhere interesting. I want you to see how miserable those people are going to be." His voice was calm, yet the weight behind his words carried an undeniable authority.

The car soon came to a stop in front of a discreet office building. Its exterior was unassuming, blending into the bustling commercial district, yet this was Lin Feng's temporary command center in Jiangcheng. He led Lin Xue'er up to the top-floor office, where several men in well-tailored suits were already waiting. As they entered, a young man wearing glasses stepped forward respectfully. "Master Feng, Lin Zhengxiong's men have been dealt with. As for the Zhao Group, chaos broke out on their end last night."

Lin Feng nodded, settling into the luxurious leather chair behind the large mahogany desk. He casually picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip. "Give me the details."

The young man quickly reported, "Last night, three subsidiaries of the Zhao Group were ambushed in the stock market. Within ten minutes, fifty billion vanished into thin air. Their capital chain is now on the verge of collapse. Zhao Wanshan panicked and tried to pull strings overnight, but no one dared to take their orders."

"Fifty billion?" Lin Xue'er's eyes widened in astonishment. She whispered, "Brother, was this your doing?"

Lin Feng merely smiled, not offering a direct answer. Instead, he turned his gaze back to the young man. "What about the Lin Corporation?"

"We've already acquired 30% of their shares in secret. Lin Zhengxiong is still in the dark, thinking he can rely on the Zhao family to turn things around."

A cold smirk crossed Lin Feng's lips. "Keep acquiring shares. By tomorrow, I want Lin Zhengxiong to have nothing left. As for the Zhao family, cut off their capital chain completely. Let them crawl to me themselves."

His voice was steady, but the chilling intent behind his words sent shivers down the spines of everyone in the room. The young man nodded immediately and left to execute the orders.

At the same time, outside the Jiangcheng Chamber of Commerce building, a sea of reporters and media personnel had gathered, cameras flashing non-stop. On stage stood Li Tianhao, dressed immaculately in a crisp suit. Behind him, a massive screen displayed the words: "A New Era for Jiangcheng."

Clearing his throat, Li Tianhao addressed the crowd solemnly, "From today onward, the Li Group fully supports Mr. Lin Feng. Jiangcheng now belongs to Lin."

The crowd erupted into an uproar. The journalists snapped their heads up in disbelief, their cameras clicking furiously. One daring reporter raised his voice, "Mr. Li, who is Lin Feng? What makes him worthy of your allegiance?"

Li Tianhao smiled faintly. "Mr. Lin saved my daughter from disaster. He is a benefactor to my family. As for his capabilities… you will see them soon enough."

The news spread like wildfire, shaking the entire business world of Jiangcheng.

At the Zhao Group headquarters, Zhao Tianlong slammed a crystal glass against the floor, his face livid with fury. "That bastard Lin Feng! Where does he get the nerve?! Even Li Tianhao bows to him?"

Sitting on the luxurious sofa, Zhao Wanshan's expression was equally grim. "Calm down, Tianlong. I just spoke to Lin Zhengxiong. He claims Lin Feng is nothing more than an overreaching stray dog who's been wandering for three years. What can he possibly do?"

Before he could finish, the office door burst open. The secretary rushed in, breathless and panicked. "Chairman! It's a disaster! After losing fifty billion last night, two more major suppliers have announced contract terminations. Our liquidity reserves have dried up!"

Zhao Wanshan shot up from his seat, his face drained of color. "Who's behind this?!"

The secretary wiped the sweat from his brow. "We don't know. The opponent's methods are too sophisticated. Even our financial analysts can't trace the source of the attack!"

Meanwhile, inside Lin Feng's office, he stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking Jiangcheng as night began to descend. His phone rang, and he answered, his vice-captain's voice coming through the line. "Master Feng, the Zhao Group's funds are cut off. Lin Zhengxiong is also beginning to panic. Additionally, we intercepted intel—Lin Zhengxiong has called for an emergency meeting with Zhao Wanshan and several underground bosses. They're gathering at an abandoned factory in the eastern suburbs tonight to discuss countermeasures against you."

"The eastern suburbs?" Lin Feng narrowed his eyes, recalling the shadowy financial syndicate mentioned in last night's briefing.

"Keep monitoring them. Don't act rashly," Lin Feng instructed before hanging up. He then turned to Lin Xue'er. "Xue'er, stay here today. I have some business to take care of tonight."

"Brother, be careful!" she urged, worry evident in her voice.

Lin Feng patted her head lightly, his tone unwavering. "Don't worry. They're just a bunch of clowns."

He grabbed his coat and strode out of the office, slipping into his car as the city lights flickered on. The vehicle smoothly navigated toward the eastern outskirts, where a reckoning awaited those who dared to conspire against him.

The abandoned factory loomed in the darkness, its rusted iron gates creaking ominously in the wind. Inside, beneath a dim, flickering lightbulb, Lin Zhengxiong and Zhao Wanshan sat across from each other at a battered wooden table. Around them stood seven or eight burly men, their faces hardened by years of underworld dealings.

Lin Zhengxiong took a slow drag from his cigar, exhaling a plume of smoke with a cold chuckle. "So what if Lin Feng is back? He's still a useless stray. Does he really think he can overthrow us?"

Zhao Wanshan nodded in agreement, a sinister smirk tugging at his lips. "I've already contacted the Shadow Syndicate. They've agreed to send reinforcements tonight. Lin Feng is as good as dead."

The two men clinked their glasses together, confident in their scheme.

Yet, unbeknownst to them, a storm had already begun to gather. And before the night was over, it would sweep them away entirely.