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still politely declined.Wu Yong waved his hand, patted a policeman's shoulder with great generosity, and said with a smile: "Don't be so polite! The two of you don't refuse. Don't be so shy and timid...Let's settle the score!

Rong Ling spoke coldly, with an air of absolute arrogance.

"Come with me!"

Why on earth would he want to go with him!

Yong Qi-keng found it ridiculous and distasteful that Rong Ling acted so entitled. This was his territory; he, a man who had been driven out, had the audacity to be arrogant!

“Who let you in!” he retorted angrily, deciding to humiliate Rong Ling thoroughly. He then loudly commanded his beautiful female secretary, “Shelly, call the security office and have them take this person out. We are Ya Dong, not some place where just anyone can enter.”

The beautiful secretary looked embarrassed. Although she agreed, she picked up the phone but hesitated to dial the number. It was because Rong Ling's name rang a bell. This former boss had such a strong presence, and everyone talked about him so highly that she was a little afraid of him. How could she dare call and have security come

Rong Ling wouldn't give this female secretary any time. With a wave of his hand, he tossed out a sentence.

"I've been waiting for you!"

He turned and left, his tall figure radiating an undeniable strength.

Also, as his words fell, the two men stood up and walked straight towards Rong Zhi. Just looking at them, it didn't seem like they were going to do anything good.

"What are you trying to do!" Rong Qikeng roared at Rong Ling's retreating figure. "Rong Ling, don't be reckless. I warn you, here, you are nothing!"

Nobody paid him any mind. Those two burly men flanked Rong Qikeng, one on each side, and then forcefully dragged him along, keeping pace with Rong Ling's steps.

This is a huge humiliation! The CEO of the prestigious East Asia Group, right at the door to his office symbolizing the highest honor, was being escorted out by outsiders.

His face was flushed, the color of liver.

"Call security, call security quickly..."

But no one would obey him, no matter how loudly or angrily he commanded!

Humiliate him; that's one of the purposes of this trip to humiliate him. Because for Yung Kai-keng, he doesn't need any courtesy at all. Such a foolish white-eyed wolf actually did such things as plotting against his third uncle and digging his own grave, even trying to frame everything on him. He thought, could he just bully Yung Ling like this!

These days, he has been lying low, but only because the time is not ripe yet. When he makes his move, it will be decisive, a single strike that will seal his opponent's fate. Let Rong Qikeng revel in his arrogance, spewing nonsense and distorting the truth with his mouth running nonstop. Behind closed doors, however, he has been tirelessly searching for evidence. After all, any event leaves behind traces. Although some members of the Rong family who hold reservations about the military might fall victim to Rong Sanbo's downfall and choose to remain silent, keeping a tight lid on information and aligning themselves with Rong Qikeng as a form of protection, there is nothing that can escape Rong Ling's reach. No matter how tightly lips are sealed or obstacles erected, his persistent inquiries will eventually loosen tongues. After all, Rong Qikeng's clandestine activities have been quite significant. It's truly laughable how those old men in the family remain oblivious to these goings-on. Their age has clearly rendered them ineffective. They only come out of hiding after things happen, pointing fingers and lamenting the situation. They haven't even considered investigating or looking deeper into the matter.

It's infuriating!

When Rong Ling strode into the conference room, most of the staff from various departments were already seated. Although he had left, his imposing presence remained. Especially after he had just led his own group of brothers to fight back against the three He Liujiang families in a brilliant counter-attack victory. This powerful ability made everyone in the company and the entire clan start to miss him. They desperately needed someone like Rong Ling who could lead them through this difficult time, especially now that Rong Sanbo, the protective umbrella of the Rong family, was on the verge of collapse. Furthermore, Rong Ling and Rong Sanbo had such a relationship, it wouldn't be reasonable for him to stand by and watch Rong Sanbo fall like that. Therefore, these people secretly hoped that Rong Ling would return. Although the Rong family had a rule that a patriarch could only serve once in their lifetime and could never come back after stepping down, times were changing. In this era of meritocracy, some old rules could be changed if necessary. If Rong Ling expressed his willingness to return to the Rong family at this time, they would definitely welcome him with open arms.

Moreover, this time, Rong Si accompanied Rong Ling. Rong Si is the head of the Discipline Hall within the Rong family. This person only manages internal affairs and doesn't concern themselves with external matters. The existence of the Discipline Hall allowed the Rong family to remain low-key and endure during the most turbulent decades in China's history. They were well-organized, disciplined, and thus safely weathered one crisis after another. Because of its presence, Rong family members have always been strict with themselves and incredibly loyal to their family. After all, once a member of the Rong family does something that dishonors the clan, they will be severely punished by the Discipline Hall. These terrifying punishments, passed down through several dynasties, are varied and absolutely something Rong family members would rather avoid.

It's been over a decade since the Discipline Hall made any big moves, only resorting to occasional minor punishments. So, for the younger generation, the Discipline Hall has become a legend, a somewhat frightening but ultimately vague tale. Only those around forty years old now would have a deeper impression of the Discipline Hall and feel a sense of fear towards it.

Fourth Uncle, ranking after Third Uncle and before Fifth Uncle Rong Fei Wu, this elder of the family had gradually faded from most people's sight over the past decade or so, thanks to the peaceful situation. Among the younger generation, when they mentioned Fourth Uncle, the image that came to mind was probably his short and thin physique, the facial lines sharp as a blade, the piercing gaze that made one hesitate to meet it for long, and an aura that wasn't easy to approach. All in all, he seemed like someone who was both formidable and best left alone, but they couldn't quite put their finger on why.

But now Rong Si has come out, and he's with Rong Ling again. Anyone who's a little older will know when they hear this news that something big is going to happen. This time Rong San was locked up for a reason, it's estimated that it's going to be settled properly. But many of them, surprisingly, hope that Rong Ling is innocent. After all, even though Uncle Rong San has reached this point, he firmly stated that he believes in Rong Ling; and after all, they yearn too much for Rong Ling's genius to help them.

In the midst of a solemn gathering, they welcomed Rong Ling, but also a chorus of scorn. Rong Qikeng's expression was grim, almost ashen, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. The sight of Rong Qikeng being dragged in by two men, helpless and humiliated, was seen by all. The astute ones instantly understood what had transpired, their faces shifting subtly, unsure whether to feel relieved or disappointed; angry or regretful!

Rong Qi's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected such a grand display to be waiting for him in the conference room. Thinking back to his furious outburst before entering, and now seeing himself looking so disheveled, he felt utterly humiliated. Even if he didn't want to think about it, the thought that he was so embarrassed he wished he could vanish instantly from everyone's sight popped into his mind --

He was probably the most disgraceful patriarch in all of history.

No one offered him a seat, and Rong Ling wouldn't give him the chance to sit either. Though he was no longer part of Yidong, this meeting room was still his turf, under his complete control.

"Let's begin!" A frigid voice arose, and he turned his gaze to Rong Sibo.

Rong nodded four times, her expression cold and stiff as she walked onto the podium.

"Bring it on!"

He gave the order in a low voice.

Soon, seven or eight people arrived, looking disheveled. They were a motley crew, but they all shared the same action: heads bowed low, eyes fixed on their feet, as if ashamed to meet anyone's gaze.

Rong Qingen looked on, a shiver running down his spine. No one present could possibly understand these seven or eight people better than he did. They were the very evidence he was desperately trying to conceal. Why would they be here What was Rong Sibo, who had supposedly inherited the mantle of the former Disciplinary Hall master, trying to do!

His mind raced like a radar. He knew something was terribly wrong. He also knew he had to stop this meeting immediately, right now!

Oh, no, this isn't some kind of meeting, this is probably his trial by fire!

His mind flashed again with Rong Ling's proud demeanor, then with the fact that he had been treated so rudely by his own people. He also recalled the evasive glances everyone had given him along the way. And now, Rong Ling sat there calmly, as if everything was under his control. Meanwhile, he stood here, ignored and disrespected!

No!

We can't let bullying get away with this!

"Fourth Uncle, what are you doing!"

Keeping his composure, he went to find a seat. But it was unfortunate that, whether by coincidence or someone's deliberate arrangement, besides the empty seat in front vacated by Uncle Four due to him being on stage, there were no other available seats upfront. If he wanted to sit down, he would have to go to the end of the conference table. The front of the conference table, which had always been his spot, was now empty, but there was no chair. He wanted to sit, alright, so he might as well go to the back of the conference table and personally fetch a chair over. But could he, the dignified president of Yuedong Group and the head of the Rong family, bear to lose face in front of everyone!

He had only taken three steps when he could go no further. The single thought in his mind grew stronger with every passing moment: to end this mess as quickly as possible.

It's a pity, he's had his day!

To Rong Qikeng's question, Rong Sibo did not respond, only mechanically and stiffly replied with four words.

"Take it easy."

Rong Qikeng was a bit impatient, he blurted out, "Uncle Four, Rong Ling can't be here, he's no longer one of us from Yadon!"

He has to be here, what I'm about to say next, it's about him!

Rong Si's cold gaze swept over Rong Qikeng. Rong Qikeng only felt a jolt run through his entire body, as if he had been targeted by a venomous snake. Although Uncle Rong Si's glance was only a fleeting moment, this palpable threat made Rong Qikeng somewhat alarmed. He seemed to have underestimated someone. Or perhaps, he hadn't really cared about him before!

Looking, Rong Si Bo's eyes fell on the door, then he coldly commanded.

"Close the door!"

The two doors of the meeting room shut with a finality. A keen eye would notice that outside each door, there stood two figures, their imposing physiques clearly indicating they were top-tier bodyguards. They stood there, seemingly to prevent anyone else from entering the meeting room; or perhaps, they were there to stop anyone inside from leaving.

Things are serious!

All hearts grew heavy!

And Rong Qi's predicament was like that of a frog pinned down on an operating table by dissecting needles. His hands, feet, and even his torso were immobilized; he could only stare wide-eyed, filled with both panic and helplessness as he waited to be dissected piece by piece.

This made him break out in a cold sweat!

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