Chapter 47 The Mad Dog’s Reverse Scale

Chapter 47: The Vicious Dog's Reverse Scale

Everyone present felt their hearts leap at Shen Qingci's move, holding their breath, too afraid to watch the bloody scene unfold.

The room fell silent, and Lu Lin suddenly froze. He slowly turned his head.

After seeing Shen Qingci's expressionless face behind him, the expected outburst of rage did not occur. Instead, Lu Lin looked down at himself first.

Then, flustered, he scrambled to his feet, even kicking the unconscious fat man aside.

It was like a kid who'd broken a vase and, caught by an adult, frantically tried to kick it away to destroy the evidence.

Shen Qingci watched him coldly.

Lu Lin pursed his lips and stepped aside, trying to get away from the scene of the crime.

Even though he was half a head taller, he hung his head like a guilty kid, his voice trembling as he called out.

"Brother..."

The ferocity and madness from his attack had completely vanished.

In its place was a pitiful, wounded look, like a kid caught red-handed by an adult, like a little dog afraid of being scolded by its owner.

The room was dead silent.

Everyone was stunned.

They looked at Lu Lin, then at Shen Qingci, then at the half-dead man on the ground...

Then someone spoke up: "Is this... the Qingye boss President Wang was talking about... Shen Qing?"

At that, everyone turned to look at Shen Qingci.

Then they looked at President Wang, his face a bloody mess on the floor.

Finally, they understood why Lu Lin, who'd been silently drinking, had suddenly exploded.

What had President Wang said?

He'd said, "Have you all seen the video online? That Qingye boss, don't let the limp fool you, he's damn good-looking. With that cold, aloof look, he'd be a blast to play with. It's just..."

Before he could finish, Lu Lin flipped the table. While everyone was still in shock.

He stood up and looked at President Wang, who was still talking about Shen Qingci, and curled his lips with a gentle look.

Then, smiling, Lu Lin walked over to President Wang, bottle in hand. Thinking Lu Lin was coming to drink with him, President Wang stood up with a chuckle.

Before he could stand, Lu Lin raised the bottle and smashed it over President Wang's head.

At the time, everyone thought it was crazy, assuming Lu Lin was drunk and had snapped.

Now, seeing Lu Lin's reaction to Shen Qingci, they got it.

That half-dead President Wang had touched Lu Lin's sore spot.

And Lu Lin's sore spot...

Was this cold, handsome man with a cane.

Shen Qingci looked at Lu Lin.

His expression was his usual cold indifference, his eyes free of reproach, calm as a lake covered in thin ice.

He looked at the man who'd shed all his brutality the moment he arrived, leaving only fear and panic, and said softly.

"Come here."

Lu Lin stepped forward almost immediately, obediently walking up to him, head half-lowered, and called out in a low, hoarse voice, "Brother."

This address and submissive posture made the already silent room so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone held their breath, unable to believe the surreal scene before them.

Shen Qingci's gaze swept over Lu Lin's bloodstained shirt and scraped knuckles, and his handsome brow furrowed almost unnoticeably.

"What did I teach you?" His voice wasn't loud, but clear enough for those nearby to hear. "Violence doesn't solve anything. Use your head."

Lu Lin's head drooped even lower, like a big dog being scolded for misbehaving, even his shoulders slumping, as he mumbled, "...I was wrong."

Shen Qingci looked at him like this, and a faint trace of helplessness passed through his heart.

He knew that with Lu Lin, "I know I was wrong" and "I'll do it again" were often separated by a fine line.

He no longer looked at Lu Lin, but slowly raised his eyes, his gaze calmly sweeping over the silent crowd.

The black cane tapped lightly on the carpet, a dull sound that seemed to strike everyone's heart.

The entire room was dead silent, all eyes fixed on him.

Shen Qingci lifted his chin slightly, his cold, ethereal face expressionless, yet carrying an air of aloof detachment.

"Everyone," he began, his voice as clear and cold as jade, "I'm Shen Qing, president of Qingye Group. I'm very pleased... to meet you all like this."

"..."

The scene fell into an awkward silence.

A few with weaker nerves couldn't help but twitch their mouths, inwardly muttering: Who could be happy with this chaotic, almost deadly form of meeting?

These subtle expressions and almost overflowing thoughts were precisely caught by Lu Lin.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over a few people like a blade dipped in ice. The earlier obedient gentleness was instantly replaced by a sinister look, startling those people into freezing, cold sweat pouring down.

Shen Qingci turned his gaze to the unconscious, blood-smeared President Wang on the ground, and spoke in a flat tone.

"Lu Lin is still young, he doesn't know his own strength."

This remark made more than a few people twitch their mouths again.

At twenty-six, the Lu Yama who had controlled the Lu Corporation for years, in his words, was still young and didn't know his limits.

"Whatever the reason today," Shen Qingci continued, his gaze shifting away from President Wang and slowly sweeping across the room again, "I hope you all won't turn a blind eye."

He paused, and under the anxious gazes of the crowd, he delivered the second half.

"Instead, close your eyes. Treat today's incident as if it never happened."

His tone was light and casual, yet carried an undeniable authority.

He watched everyone's reactions and continued, "Lu Lin doesn't just hit people for no reason."

As he spoke, Shen Qingci turned his gaze to Lu Lin beside him. He spoke softly, tapping Lu Lin's ankle with his cane. "What for?"

Lu Lin pursed his lips, looking pitiful. "He said bad things about you."

Shen Qingci had a 'I knew it' look, cool and aloof. He sighed helplessly, then swept his cold gaze around the room again.

"I'm not gonna hold this guy accountable for mouthing off to me today."

As he finished speaking, a faint noise came from the door of the private room.

Lin Wei, who had just caught wind of what was going on and rushed over after dealing with the outside stuff, happened to hear that last sentence.

Her heart suddenly eased up.

She was scared of Lu Lin's brutal bluntness—it was a raw, suffocating kind of terror.

But she was even more terrified of Shen Qingci's methods.

Having worked under Shen Qingci, she knew damn well that this boss seemed aloof like some immortal, never arguing or fighting back, even able to walk away with a blank face when someone cursed him out to his face.

But what happened after he turned away?

In the past decade, the companies he'd taken down numbered at least ninety, if not a hundred.

Every single one was because some big shot was shortsighted and crossed the lines he'd drawn.

His revenge was never a storm; it was a silent setup, a precise and ruthless chokehold.

By the time anyone noticed, there was no way back, just pure despair.

It was a colder, more thorough, more bone-chilling kind of slaughter.

Shen Qingci caught a glimpse of Lin Wei out of the corner of his eye and said calmly, "Perfect timing. Take care of this with Zhou Jin."

"Yes, President Shen." Lin Wei answered right away, exchanging a knowing look with Zhou Jin.

Shen Qingci looked around the room again.

This time, wherever his eyes landed, everyone instinctively tensed up, not daring to meet his gaze or show any extra emotion.

Finally, he looked away.

He glanced at Lu Lin, who had been standing there with his head down, and tossed out a casual remark:

"Follow me."

Then, leaning on his cane, he turned and walked steadily toward the door.

Lu Lin didn't hesitate for a moment; he immediately stepped forward to follow.

His tall figure trailed closely behind the slender, upright one, his head slightly lowered, his posture submissive.

Under the complex, speechless gazes of the crowd, they left one after the other.

Really, it was like a giant, vicious dog, leashed by an invisible chain, following its master.