"Go. Get his phone out."
Zhan Bei Jue exerted all his strength, breathing slightly heavily from the exertion.
His eyes were fixed on the ground, but his words were directed at the people beside him.
After he spoke, most people dared not move.
However, a quick-witted individual ran to the office.
Soon, a mobile phone was presented before him.
Zhan Bei Jue knew that someone like him wouldn't have just one phone.
He didn't take it.
"Are you sure this is his personal one? I'm not here for official business."
The woman's eyes flickered with panic, and she turned to look at the most beautiful woman in the crowd.
The beautiful woman, caught off guard by being called out, was stunned for a moment. Then she stepped forward and glanced at the phone.
"No. He has two personal phones. This isn't the most private one."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Zhan Bei Jue glanced at her sideways.
The woman seemed to be undergoing a fierce internal struggle.
She thought and thought, unable to make up her mind.
It seemed the phone contained many secrets that were inconvenient to reveal.
Zhan Bei Jue waited for a few seconds, growing impatient.
"Only she knows? Does no one else know?"
"Don't think that without your help, I can't find anything."
The implication was: if you hand it over willingly, there might be room for negotiation. Once I find it, the decision of whether to publicize it will no longer be yours.
Someone rushed forward again, "I'll go get it!"
A few minutes later, she handed over a dark blue phone.
"Unlock it."
The woman thought for a moment, took out gloves from her pocket, squatted down, and wiped the disgusting face of Zou Jianmin.
Then she flipped open his eyelids and held the phone up to his eyes, unlocking it.
"Gloves."
Zhan Bei Jue found his phone disgusting and asked the person next to him for another pair of gloves.
In the album, there were hundreds of densely packed videos.
These women were truly resilient.
To earn a living under him, they were willing to cooperate with anything.
Zhan Bei Jue skimmed through them roughly, not interested in them.
The videos were arranged chronologically. He only cared about the first one.
Frowning, he tapped it with trembling fingers. Min'er's pitiful voice immediately came from inside.
"No! Director Zou, please, I beg you, let me go!"
"I'll kowtow to you, I'll kneel down for you, please, let me leave!"
"Ah—Brother! Zhan Bei Jue, where are you, Zhan Bei Jue! Please, come save me quickly!"
Zhan Bei Jue's heart trembled, his hand shook, and he locked the phone.
The people around were so scared they didn't dare to breathe.
Seeing his ferocious expression, the fire about to erupt from his eyes, as if he could devour someone at any moment.
Until his whole body trembled, he closed his eyes repeatedly, clenched the phone again and again, and then asked in a deep voice.
"Does anyone know who he was with last night?"
A voice trembled as it answered.
"I know. Director Ma from the Binjiang Road branch and Director Chen from the Huaihai Road branch. They were discussing quarterly performance."
"Make a call and ask them to come over. Use his phone."
Zhan Bei Jue sat on the sofa in the lounge area, his eyes closed, a cigarette burning between his lips.
He had deleted all the videos except for Min'er's.
The bank had suspended operations, surveillance footage was deleted, and now the power was out.
Everyone watched him opposite them as if he were a hero.
About half an hour later, Director Chen arrived.
He looked in a good mood, speaking as he entered.
"What's going on, your branch..."
He intended to ask why they had suspended business without permission.
But upon entering, he was stunned.
"This, this..."
Seeing everyone's gaze fixed in one direction, he also looked over.
Upon meeting Zhan Bei Jue's cold gaze, his legs immediately went weak with fear.
His first thought was to escape.
Seizing the opportunity to rush to the main entrance, he bolted.
However, after taking just two steps, Zhan Bei Jue's devilish voice echoed.
"It seems you want to die outside."
His legs felt as if they were filled with lead, beyond his control.
He obediently turned back, his lips trembling, and knelt on the ground.
"President Zhan, President Zhan, I was wrong! I know I was wrong! Please be magnanimous and spare my life, President Zhan!"
"I deserve to die! I'll kowtow to you! Spare my life, and let's talk properly!"
"Talk about what?"
"I, I, I, I'll give you loans! As much as you want, within my authority!"
"The interest rate is negotiable, you decide! I'll agree to anything, President Zhan!"
Zhan Bei Jue didn't respond to his words, seemingly in thought.
The swirling smoke obscured his expression.
In the vast bank, it was so quiet that only everyone's breathing and heartbeats could be heard.
At this moment, Director Ma also entered.
Seeing the scene, his reaction was similar to Director Chen's.
But he quickly knelt before Zhan Bei Jue as well.
Zhan Bei Jue slowly exhaled smoke: "The conditions you two offered are very good, and I will consider them. But there is a prerequisite."
"Please speak!"
"Who else was with you last night?"
"No one else, just the three of us."
"Hmm?"
"Oh, and Director Zou's driver. He was called over by Director Zou at the last minute."
"Call him over."
Soon, a man of average appearance and robust build walked in.
Seeing the scene on the ground, coupled with his guilty conscience from last night, he immediately understood what was happening.
With the three of them kneeling together, Zhan Bei Jue said.
"Have you all seen a movie called 'Survival Game'? I'm giving you a chance now to fight each other. Whoever wins in the end, I won't hold accountable."
"Begin."
With so many people watching, and cameras on the wall.
He wanted the three of them to fight each other here as if filming a drama.
"President Zhan..."
"Director Chen, you've lost your eligibility."
Zhan Bei Jue gestured to the other two.
"No one can challenge my rules. The two of you fight him together."
With one competitor suddenly gone, everyone looked like they had grasped a chance for survival.
Their eyes hardened, and they immediately lunged at Director Chen.
After a chaotic scuffle, only two people remained, looking at each other with murderous intent.
The female colleagues averted their eyes, unable to watch.
The sounds of heavy objects hitting the floor and chilling screams occasionally echoed through the hall.
Soon, the driver knelt before Zhan Bei Jue.
"President Zhan, I've done it."
Zhan Bei Jue raised an eyebrow.
"Very good. Then tell me, how should these three be dealt with?"
The driver was taken aback and shook his head.
"What happened yesterday, I was forced into it. I was just following orders..."
Zhan Bei Jue kicked Director Zou's phone towards him.
"When the police arrive, explain it to them properly. Deal with it yourself."
It seemed there was no better solution than this, so the driver picked up the phone.
After making the call, Zhan Bei Jue finally stood up.
"Why is all the surveillance footage gone?"
The people before him replied, "We don't know. Director Zou was always in charge of the surveillance."
"What did you all see today?"
"Director Zou got into a fight with several others in the office for some reason."
"Good. I won't tell your families about the videos. Keep up the good work."