Chapter 1: Ming Hua Group
Donghai International Airport, a US direct flight slowly landed.
Lin Zixian, wearing a grey and white windbreaker with a wide-brimmed sunglasses on his face, had a loose canvas backpack slung over one shoulder, and was holding a red travel bag in his hand as he quickly followed behind a stunning beauty.
The beautiful woman's raven-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, a loose-fitting white pleated sleeveless shirt revealed a hint of the black bra underneath, a pair of blue jeans clung tightly to her curvaceous buttocks, and she wore white sneakers on her feet, exuding youthful radiance. The tight jeans accentuated her pert bottom, making the gaze behind the sunglasses seem flirtatious.
The red suitcase belonged to the beautiful woman with a cold face, Lin Zile and she were not familiar, they just happened to sit next to each other on the same flight and barely knew each other.
Lin Zile, who had seen many beautiful women in his life, was immediately stunned by her looks and figure, and without hesitation, he started to hit on her.
Alas, his family showed little interest in him and only reluctantly responded with a few words before ignoring him.
But this did not prevent Lin Zixuan from continuing to show his enthusiasm, and after getting off the plane, he almost forcibly snatched someone's luggage and helped carry it.
Go ahead and mention it! The beautiful woman with a cold face just gave him two cold glances, without showing any dissatisfaction.
The two of them walked out of the airport one after another. Suddenly, the beautiful woman with a cold face stopped and stretched out her hand without turning around: "Give me the bag!"
"Considering how hard I've worked, won't you treat me to something? Or at least leave your contact information. I don't have many friends back home, let's be friends!" Lin Zixian chuckled and smiled, but the red travel bag in his hand seemed reluctant to be returned to its owner, as if he wouldn't let go without getting the other person's contact information.
"Bang!" The beautiful woman with a cold face suddenly threw her elbow back and heavily struck Lin Zixian's abdomen.
He was so angry that Lin Zixian couldn't help but grit his teeth.
The next second, the cool beauty neatly grabbed his arm and with a burst of strength, was about to give him an over-the-shoulder throw, seemingly having practiced Taekwondo.
Lin Zixian had just been careless for a moment, and after being taken advantage of once, she wouldn't let it happen again. Her other hand quickly pressed down on her opponent's hips, making it impossible for her to arch her back and exert force.
Feeling that her buttocks had been pinched, the cold-faced beauty quickly let go and retreated, turning around to slap him, but was caught by Lin Zixian's grasp on her wrist, unable to move.
The beautiful woman with a cold face was slightly surprised, not expecting his reaction speed to be so fast. Moreover, the blow she had just struck would have knocked down an ordinary man, but this person seemed completely unscathed.
Lin Zi Xian still wanted to tease a couple of sentences, but outside the airport, three cars stopped in a row and six burly men in black suits rushed out, surrounding the two of them.
Lin Zixian was just flirting and didn't want to cause any trouble, so when faced with six fierce-looking burly men, he immediately surrendered.
The next moment, Lin Zixian was pinned down by two bodyguards, waiting for his fate to be decided. The cold-faced beauty snatched her red travel bag and grasped Lin Zixian's shoulder, delivering a swift knee strike. "Bang!" Lin Zixian gritted his teeth, indicating that it hurt a lot.
"Miss, how should we handle this?" a bodyguard asked.
"Leave!" The cold-faced beauty didn't bother to argue with this rascal anymore, losing face, carrying her own luggage and turning away, several bodyguards reluctantly let Lin Zixian go.
One of the bodyguards ran to open the door of the middle car, and after the cold-faced beauty got in, the door closed. The six bodyguards also got into their respective cars, and the three cars sped away quickly.
Lin Zi watched as the three cars drove away in the distance, and couldn't help but rub his stomach with a bitter smile. He wondered to himself, have all the beautiful women in the country become so fierce?
There were several fellow travelers nearby. An American friend who happened to see this scene walked over and asked in English, "Sir, do you need to call the police?"
"Oh!" Lin Zixian shrugged nonchalantly and replied in fluent English, "No need, my wife has some misunderstandings about me."
The American friend suddenly realized that they were a couple who had a quarrel, so he patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, buy a bouquet of roses, give her a romantic surprise, I think she will forgive you."
"Oh! Good idea, thank you!" Lin Zixian expressed his gratitude and shook hands with him.
They exchanged a few words and then an airport shuttle bus arrived to take away several international friends.
"A beautiful encounter, unfortunately without a perfect ending." Lin Zi was lost in thought about what had just happened, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he muttered to himself.
Linzi hailed a taxi outside the airport and told the driver: "Minghua Group."
The taxi sped all the way and finally stopped in a bustling commercial district, Lin Zixuan's eyes behind his sunglasses stared silently at the high-rise building outside the car window, on which hung the eye-catching logo of the Minghua Group - a white lotus flower in full bloom.
Before returning to his home country, he knew nothing about this conglomerate. Who would have thought that after quitting the business world for over a year and traveling around the globe, he suddenly received a call from an old man saying that Qiao An Tian, the CEO of the famous Flower Group, had encountered some trouble and asked him to come back and help out if possible, no need to rush if not available.
The old man was busy playing cards and didn't say much. However, in all these years abroad, the old man never cared about his life or death, but this time he spoke up and told him to do something.
Now that the old man has spoken, Lin Zile couldn't help but pay attention to this company. He went online and searched for it, only to find out that it was actually one of the top 100 domestic enterprises.
Lin Zixian found it strange, the old man was quite skilled with his hands, but he had always been low-key, completely a rustic good-for-nothing who didn't like to leave that poor and remote countryside, how could he have gotten involved with the boss of a big company? So he interrupted his trip and returned home...
The driver saw he didn't intend to get off and reminded him: "Sir, we've arrived at Ming Hua Group."
"Hmm... just find a nearby hotel." Lin Zixin said lightly, her eyes fixed on the outside through the rearview mirror.
The taxi driver naturally had no opinion and took him to a hotel outside, which was not far from the location of the Minghua Group.
That night, the room was pitch black, he sat lazily in the chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cigarette, silently staring at the headquarters building of the famous Flower Group in front of him, thinking about whether to show up and help with this matter.
Helping is a small matter, the key is that he has been out of the Jianghu for over a year and really doesn't want to expose his dark identity in the international underground world due to some accident. That domineering identity isn't even known by the old man, although the old man is his adopted master, but they have always not interfered with each other's affairs, he also didn't need to report back, occasionally they would just make a phone call to see if the other was still alive...
I slept until I woke up naturally and it was already late in the morning.
Wearing a pair of white tight-fitting underwear, Lin Zixian almost crawled out of bed, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and did some stretching exercises, exercising his muscles and tendons, and then stood upside down in the room.
His handstand was strange, not to mention that he only used one hand, and it was just one finger. This single finger actually supported his entire body, with the fingertip firmly planted on the ground, without any curvature.
The nearly naked body was stretched straight from fingertips to toes, with every tendon and muscle taut and hard as stone. Not the massive build of a bullfrog, but normally just a solid feel without an ounce of excess fat visible; yet now it was bursting with explosive power, its lines sharply defined, almost like a sculpture in stone.
His upper body was covered with over a dozen scars, and an experienced person could tell that they were the marks left by six different caliber gunshot wounds, as well as nine other scars that seemed to be from knives or daggers. The scars were of varying lengths, giving his stone-like physique a sense of ruggedness, like the traces left on a stone statue after being weathered by snow, rain, wind, and frost, exuding a strong masculine charm.
Every ten minutes, he would change to a new finger to support his inverted posture, a unique internal skill called "One Incense Stick Pointing to the Sky". As for its origin, Lin Zixian himself didn't know, because the old man had never told him.
After ten fingers went through a cycle, it was exactly one hundred minutes. The timing was just right, and it had been a natural habit for many years. At this point, he finally returned to his standing position, his whole body relaxed, with a series of cracking sounds, slowly exhaling a long breath.
Turned around and resumed his lazy appearance, slowly swaying into the bathroom, starting to wash up with a splash.
After coming out of the bathroom naked, he picked up the clothes he bought yesterday and put them on. A pair of ordinary jeans, a casual top, with a lazy look, he was just an unambitious young man.
The belt, however, had not been changed. The original canvas belt was pulled out from the waist of the pants, and fingers slid along the edge of the belt. Suddenly, with a light flick, a shiny black cow hair needle emerged diagonally from the canvas belt, only to be pressed back into the belt by the fingers again. There was no special technique involved; it wasn't that easy to take out.
This cow hair needle is made of special steel and has eight hundred needles hidden in the entire belt. It's something Lin Zixin always carries with him, and it's also his killer move. Another advantage of hiding it in the belt is that you don't have to worry about being discovered when going through various security checks.
After tidying up a bit, I went to the hotel restaurant and casually ordered something to eat. I slowly dragged it out for a while until after the morning rush hour before leaving the hotel. I lit a cigarette and walked towards the Minghua Group headquarters building on foot.
"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" asked the elegant and sweet receptionist who represented the company's image. Another receptionist looked at him with a hint of vigilance.
Lin Zi lazily leaned on the front desk with a hint of mockery and smiled, "I'm looking for your company's chairman, Mr. Qiao An Tian."
"Are you looking for our chairman?" The receptionist was slightly startled, looked him up and down, and found that although the other party was quite handsome, but the clothes he wore were very ordinary, not like the kind of high-society person who would know the chairman. So she asked with a hint of arrogance: "Do you have an appointment?"
