Li Feng looked at Sun Xipeng, quietly impressed by his restraint. Even at this moment, he hadn’t exploded. Could he really just stand by and watch Li Feng take over as Sun Corporation’s president?
This time, Li Feng aimed to deal with Sun Xipeng once and for all. A capable man like Sun Xipeng, if not handled decisively, would cause endless trouble.
Time to add fuel to the fire.
With that thought, Li Feng turned to Sun Xipeng with a smile. “Young Master Sun, you must be curious about Su Xin’s reaction after buying Xiangfeng Investment. You’d never guess—he went mad, crazy with joy.”
Mad?
Sun Xipeng’s face changed. He didn’t doubt Li Feng’s words at this point. It seemed Su Xin had indeed lost his mind. But it made sense—a company of immeasurable value, reduced to a mere two hundred fifty yuan in his hands. With Su Xin’s weak willpower, he must have been driven mad by the shock.
“Young Master Feng, what a move,” Sun Xipeng said, taking a deep breath and sneering at Li Feng. “I underestimated you. From acquiring Sun Corporation to now, you’ve been planning this for a long time, haven’t you? But I’m curious—how did you target Sun Corporation?”
That was what puzzled Sun Xipeng. His suppression of Xiangfeng Investment’s stocks was known only to his investment department on the day it happened. From then until now, Sun Corporation’s traders hadn’t left the company, not even for meals or rest. How did Li Feng find out?
Could it be Su Xin?
Sun Xipeng dismissed the thought. Even if Su Xin was a fool, he wouldn’t reveal the plan before it succeeded.
“Young Master Sun wants to know?” Li Feng looked at him, smiling. “I won’t tell you. But let me say this—Su Xin’s fate is what awaits anyone who tries to cross me.”
“Heh, there’s a saying: extreme joy leads to sorrow. Young Master Feng, do you know what that means?” Sun Xipeng’s eyes glinted coldly. “This isn’t over. Don’t celebrate too soon.”
“Is that so? Let’s see, then,” Li Feng said with a dismissive smile. “What, Young Master Sun, planning to pull some tricks at the company? Maybe sell off its assets like I did, leaving me with an empty shell?”
“No, no, no. That’s the move of an incompetent fool,” Sun Xipeng said, shaking his head calmly. If he’d known Li Feng was targeting Sun Corporation, he might have done that, but it was too late now. With Li Feng’s methods, he wouldn’t let him succeed.
“Then show me what you’ve got, Young Master Sun,” Li Feng said coolly.
“Just wait.” Sun Xipeng pulled out his phone.
“What, calling for backup?” Li Feng sneered mockingly.
Sun Xipeng gave him a cold glance. This time, he had utterly failed. No matter how unwilling he was, he had lost—not just the battle but also control of Sun Corporation.
He knew, given Li Feng’s tactics, his chances of turning things around were slim. But he couldn’t bear to let the company he’d built fall into Li Feng’s hands. So, he had to borrow strength.
When a tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Sun Xipeng didn’t call his so-called friends, knowing they wouldn’t help but would kick him while he was down.
This call was to the mysterious Young Master Feng.
In Sun Xipeng’s eyes, that Young Master Feng was enigmatic, ruthless, and wealthy, with a grudge against Li Feng. If he intervened, there might be a chance to turn the tide.
Besides, this plan to take down Li Feng had failed completely—not only missing its goal but also letting Li Feng profit immensely. He didn’t believe Young Master Feng would tolerate such a failure.
If Young Master Feng acted, even if it meant risking Sun Corporation, Sun Xipeng was willing. As long as he succeeded, today’s losses would be nothing.
“Sorry, the number you dialed is invalid,” came the mechanical voice. Sun Xipeng’s face turned ashen.
How could this be?
How could the number be invalid?
“Haha, Young Master Sun, putting on a show?” The phone’s sound was faint, but with Li Feng’s seventh-level body refinement cultivation, it didn’t escape his ears.
Sun Xipeng ignored him, dialing repeatedly, but each time it was the same: an invalid number.
Abandoned!
Sun Xipeng’s face went pale. That mysterious Young Master Feng was his last hope, and now even that was gone. How could this happen?
He couldn’t understand. Had Young Master Feng given up on targeting Li Feng? Was he willing to accept defeat?
At that moment, Sun Xipeng’s mind was in chaos.
“Young Master Sun, I brought the wine,” Shen Changyu said, entering the meeting room with a bottle and several glasses.
Sun Xipeng didn’t respond, consumed by despair. Even when Li Feng acquired his executives’ shares in front of him, he hadn’t felt this hopeless. Back then, he still had hope of fighting back. Now, all hope was gone.
“Young Master Sun,” Shen Changyu called softly, standing beside him.
“Hm?” Sun Xipeng looked up sharply, his eyes bloodshot.
“Young Master Sun, what’s wrong?” Shen Changyu jumped, startled. He’d only been gone a few minutes—how had Sun Xipeng changed so much?
“I’m fine,” Sun Xipeng said hoarsely.
“Young Master Sun, this Li Feng is too arrogant. I have a way to deal with him,” Shen Changyu whispered in his ear.
“What way?” Sun Xipeng asked.
“Young Master Sun…” Shen Changyu murmured something.
“You sure?”
Shen Changyu nodded.
“Good, do it,” Sun Xipeng said, a cold glint in his eyes. He walked toward Li Feng. “Young Master Feng, congratulations on becoming Sun Corporation’s chairman. But the road ahead is long, and we’ll have plenty of chances to clash.”
“What, no longer waiting for your backup?” Li Feng asked mockingly. In truth, he had hoped Sun Xipeng would call his ally. Neither Su Xin nor Sun Xipeng could have come up with three billion, so the money must have come from someone else.
Li Feng had planned to extract the truth from Su Xin, but Su Xin’s weak willpower led to his breakdown after a few words. So, Li Feng had to target Sun Xipeng instead.
But he never expected that, when Sun Xipeng finally called for help, the number would be invalid.
Li Feng knew what that meant—Sun Xipeng’s ally had abandoned him.
“Hmph, what backup? I don’t need any,” Sun Xipeng said, embarrassed and angry. “Li Feng, gloat while you can. You’re managing Sun Corporation for me now, but one day, I’ll make you pay back everything with interest.”
“Shen Changyu, pour the wine. I want to toast Young Master Feng.”
Shen Changyu poured two glasses, handing one to Li Feng and the other to Sun Xipeng. “Young Master Sun, Young Master Feng, please.”
“Li Feng, this toast is to you. Our business isn’t over. I look forward to our next clash. Next time, I won’t let you off easily.” Sun Xipeng downed his glass.
“Is that so?” Li Feng sneered, raising his glass to drink. Just then, he caught a fleeting look of triumph in Sun Xipeng’s eyes.
