Reborn as a prince, achieve the pinnacle of power

Young Master Chu turned his head and looked at Li Yitong's red and swollen eyes and messy hair, and said softly, "Yitong, it seems that we can't leave for a while. Go wash up and change your clothes first."

"Ok!"

Seeing Young Master Chu's unquestionable expression, Li Yitong hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.

Then, her assistant came forward and helped Li Yitong out.

Xu Zhengyang, who had been silent all the time, waved to his colleagues beside him, and immediately two bodyguards followed Li Yitong away.

Young Master Chu ignored the group of people, took a chair, sat down, and started looking at his phone.

Xu Zhengyang and others also stood behind Chu Yuchen, staring at everyone in the room with sharp eyes.

When the middle-aged woman saw the appearance of Chu Yuchen and others, she snorted and ordered several employees to help the three people lying on the ground to sit down on the chairs nearby.

Chu Yuchen acted as if he didn't see it and didn't try to stop it.

Time slipped away minute by minute, and the atmosphere in the room became more and more depressing.

Soon, footsteps were heard outside the house and a team of police officers walked in.

The middle-aged police officer in charge looked around and asked seriously, "Who called the police? Come out and answer."

The middle-aged woman walked out upon hearing this, and stood about one meter in front of the leading police officer, and replied: "Officer, I called the police."

Then, she pointed at Master Chu with a look of grief and indignation and complained to the middle-aged police officer: "An actor in our crew has a birthday today, and we are holding a birthday party for her.

But the man sitting opposite suddenly came in through the window and punched and kicked several of our employees. He also threatened us to stop filming..."

The middle-aged woman recounted the story of Mr. Chu's evil deeds with exaggeration.

He then introduced himself as Zhao Lan, the general manager of Penguin Pictures, and said that he happened to be here to inspect the crew today. He hoped that the Xiamen police could ensure the safety of their crew here.

Chu Yuchen watched Zhao Lan's performance with great interest, then clapped his hands and said sarcastically, "Not bad, no wonder Penguin Pictures has become so big and strong. The boss has great acting skills, so who among the employees dares not work hard!"

Hearing what Master Chu said, the middle-aged police officer frowned and looked at Chu Yuchen. He was startled at first, and then his expression became more serious: "What do you mean? Don't be sarcastic. Just say what you want to say."

Looking at Mr. Chu's behavior, he is a domineering rich second-generation. His family has some dirty money. He probably came to this crew to hook up with some little celebrity. He has seen a lot of people like this.

Chu Yuchen raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was almost eight o'clock.

He was in no mood to waste time with these people, so he turned to Xu Zhengyang behind him and said, "Brother Xu, show your ID to the police officer. It's getting late, so let's leave early."

"Yes."

Xu Zhengyang answered loudly, walked up to the middle-aged police officer, lowered his voice, and whispered, "Comrade, let's talk further."

After hearing this, the middle-aged police officer raised his eyebrows, but did not reveal much expression. He looked up at Mr. Chu, who looked calm, and then looked at Xu Zhengyang:

"Don't give me that. If you have something to say, just say it. If it's true, please come back to the bureau with me for investigation."

Xu Zhengyang glanced at the middle-aged police officer coldly, and without saying anything, he took out a small green notebook from his jacket pocket and handed it to the middle-aged police officer.

The middle-aged police officer casually took the small notebook, and suddenly his hands began to tremble slightly.

I almost dropped the notebook.

There was only a solemn national emblem and a few words on it.

"The Imperial Security Bureau."

He looked up at Xu Zhengyang, then opened the book with trembling hands.

A one-inch color photo.

It was Xu Zhengyang.

The middle-aged police officer rubbed his eyes and looked at the photo carefully again.

He quickly closed the green notebook and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Xu Zhengyang took in all his expressions.

A half-smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Now... can we talk to one side?"

"Of course...

The middle-aged police officer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, nodded repeatedly, smiled even more broadly, and his tone was full of respect.

Then he turned around and faced his subordinates, revealing a murderous expression like a Sichuan opera face-changing, and said sternly: "Keep an eye on all these people. I will go and communicate with this comrade first."

The policeman behind him was stunned for a moment, then he did not dare to delay and responded loudly.

"Officer, what do you mean? We are the victims."

Zhao Lan felt that the situation was not what she imagined, and angrily said to the middle-aged police officer: "I have your chief's phone number here. If you enforce the law unfairly, I will file a complaint against you immediately. Comrade Officer No. 9527."

The middle-aged police officer smiled at her coldly and said to her directly: "Please do as you please."

Don't you even look at who you have offended?

That little green booklet is your legal license to kill.

Not to mention the director, even the director of the department would have to bow his head.

Leaving Zhao Lan dumbfounded, the middle-aged police officer nodded and bowed as he walked out of the house with Xu Zhengyang.

Less than half an hour later, two more people walked in. The middle-aged police officer's expression changed again. He came to Chu Yuchen tremblingly and saluted respectfully: "General Chu, Police Officer 9527, please give me your instructions."

Young Master Chu nodded. He was already used to the awe shown by the middle-aged police officer.

Although this "general" had no soldiers under his command, the power he held was no less than those military district commanders who commanded thousands of troops.

"My request is simple. Bring the three people sitting next to me back to the police station and check their past. I suspect they are involved in organized crime."

As soon as Young Master Chu finished speaking, the middle-aged police officer immediately nodded respectfully and agreed: "Yes, General Chu, I will arrange it right away."

After saying that, he turned around and winked at his subordinates, who immediately understood his intention and took action quickly. After a while, the three people who were beaten by Young Master Chu were roughly dragged up by the police and taken out of the house.

"You, who are you?"

Zhao Lan looked pale and frightened. The word "general" echoed in her mind and she felt dizzy.

She didn't know when Daxia had such a young general.

But she knew that facing the "General's Wrath", even the well-rooted Penguin Group could be ruthlessly crushed at any time.

How terrifying must the family behind such a young general be?

"It doesn't matter who I am. Aren't you going to use Penguin Group to pressure me? Aren't you trying to get Li Yitong to quit the film and television industry?"

Young Master Chu's eyes were cold and sharp as he stared straight at the woman in front of him.

The calm voice was emotionless: "I will stay in Xiamen for a day and wait for the revenge of Penguin Group."

Zhao Lan's lips trembled slightly involuntarily. She wanted to speak, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make a sound. Her heart was filled with unprecedented fear and panic.

Every word that Master Chu said was like a heavy hammer, hitting her mercilessly, making her unable to bear it. She felt her legs gradually losing strength, and finally her body collapsed to the ground.

She knew that Young Master Chu’s words should be interpreted in reverse.

Chu Yuchen did not give her the opportunity to retaliate, but instead sent a clear message - one day later, the entire Penguin Group would face a violent attack from this "general".