"Zhou Yuan, what do you mean by this?"
Ye Zhiwei, her face filled with indignation, stared at the cars surrounding her, trembling with anger.
"It means I'm warning you, President Ye. Huihuang Group is now my partner, Zhou Yuan. You'd better not choose to oppose Mo Ling."
Zhou Yuan said indifferently, a smirk playing on his lips, his obnoxious demeanor making one want to punch him.
"Mo Ling attacked our Blue Sea industries first. Are you saying I, Ye Zhiwei, should just tolerate it?"
"Since it has already happened, I will absolutely not give up resisting easily."
Facing their overbearing attitude, Ye Zhiwei did not back down an inch.
"So it seems President Ye doesn't want to give me, Zhou Yuan, any face."
"However, you're not in a position to refuse now."
Zhou Yuan's expression turned grim, and he reached out to grab Ye Zhiwei's collar.
"Ah, what are you doing?"
Ye Zhiwei recoiled in fright, her face turning pale.
She had never imagined that Zhou Yuan would dare to lay hands on her in broad daylight.
But in the next second.
A strong hand suddenly blocked his path, gripping Zhou Yuan's outstretched claw like a vise.
Then came Song Qiao's cold, emotionless voice.
"If you don't want your hand anymore, I can help you chop it off."
"How dare you! Let go of me at once!"
Zhou Yuan roared in pain, struggling to break free from Song Qiao's grasp.
But Song Qiao's strength was far beyond his. As the grip tightened, the excruciating pain caused a fine layer of cold sweat to bead on his forehead.
"Song Qiao, is that you?"
Ye Zhiwei, who had felt a surge of despair, exclaimed in excitement as Song Qiao appeared before her once again, right on time.
Song Qiao glanced calmly at Ye Zhiwei, nodded without speaking, and then shoved Zhou Yuan away.
"Mr. Zhou, I presume. A friendly reminder: it's best not to resort to such unsavory tactics in business competition."
"Otherwise, I will certainly chop off your hand."
Zhou Yuan stumbled back a few steps, suddenly free, and immediately regained his previous arrogance.
"Kid, who the hell are you? I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."
"I am the boss of Qingyuan. With a single word, I can decide your fate."
"Song Qiao, it's you damned troublemaker again."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Ling, her face contorted with rage, slammed open the car door of the last luxury vehicle in the convoy and stormed towards Song Qiao and the others.
"Now, our Huihuang Group has reached a cooperation with Mr. Zhou's Qingyuan Group."
"No matter what, Blue Sea Industries is finished this time. I advise you not to get involved in this mess."
Mo Ling immediately began to threaten Song Qiao upon seeing him.
Her words made Ye Zhiwei beside her's face turn pale, her heart sinking.
These two groups had always been in a triangular standoff with Blue Sea. Now that they had joined forces against Blue Sea, the situation seemed rather bleak.
"If you have the ability, come at us openly. My Xiang Piaopiao will also fully support Zhiwei."
Song Qiao was unfazed by such threats. He made his stance clear and open.
It was an indirect way of cheering for Ye Zhiwei beside him.
"Hahaha, Xiang Piaopiao? What kind of low-class company is that? And you claim to support her fully? Can you really stand against our Qingyuan?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhou burst into laughter, his gaze towards Song Qiao filled with mockery.
It was clear he didn't take Song Qiao seriously at all.
"That's right. Qingyuan Group is a well-known enterprise in our province. Xiang Piaopiao is just a food processing plant. What do you have to compete with us?"
Mo Ling chimed in with her own derisive remarks.
"Mo Ling, I advise you not to go too far. If you push Blue Sea too hard, we'll go down in flames together."
Seeing how the two of them were humiliating Song Qiao, Ye Zhiwei's temper finally flared.
"Hmph, but it's not guaranteed that the net will break if the fish dies. President Ye, you'd better be careful. Don't end up losing your life before you get to see Blue Sea go bankrupt."
Mo Ling was now acting like a shrew, relentlessly attacking and belittling Ye Zhiwei.
She showed none of the demeanor expected of a company president.
"I'll say it again. If you continue to use underhanded tactics, I will make you pay the price!"
Mo Ling's threat reminded Song Qiao of the assassination attempt last time, and coupled with this forced roadblock,
These two instances of breaking the rules had disgusted Song Qiao to the core.
"I ask you, who do you think you are, to be spouting off here like this?"
Mr. Zhou, startled by Song Qiao's warning gaze, became furious.
He waved at the bodyguards behind him, intending to have them teach Song Qiao a lesson.
"Mr. Zhou, please calm down."
Mo Ling knew Song Qiao's capabilities. If a conflict truly erupted, with only these few people around, it would be them who would suffer in the end.
She hesitated for a moment, then continued to advise Zhou Yuan:
"There's no need for violence in this matter. We can crush them completely in business."
"But I can't swallow this insult if I don't beat this kid up."
Zhou Yuan said with reluctance.
"Impatience ruins great plans. Don't forget our strategy."
"You should leave quickly. I'll handle this for now."
Mo Ling said, tugging on Zhou Yuan's sleeve, urging him to leave.
"Alright then, I'll tolerate him this once."
"You, with the surname Song, you wait for me. After your Xiang Piaopiao and Blue Sea go bankrupt, I will make you kneel before me and beg me."
Zhou Yuan deliberately gave Song Qiao a thumbs-down gesture and arrogantly returned to his car.
"I didn't expect you to have Qingyuan's support, but I will never surrender easily."
Ye Zhiwei looked at Mo Ling, who seemed to be already victorious, her expression filled with defiance.
"Heh heh, I really don't know who gave you the courage. It couldn't be Song Qiao next to you, could it?"
"Song Qiao lacks self-awareness, but do you, Ye Zhiwei, also lack it?"
Mo Ling sneered, her mocking words laced with utter disdain.
"We will return that sentiment to you as well."
Song Qiao's cold voice rang out again, and he retorted without mercy:
"At the same time, I must remind President Mo that being excessively arrogant and presumptuous might be an illness. You should seek medical attention promptly."