At this moment, Xiao Xue spoke up: "Right, Secretary Tang, who will be driving for tomorrow's inspection at the avant-garde chemical plant?"

"Let Lin Chuan drive." Tang Yumeng snorted lightly: "Isn't he my driver?"

"But what about your relationship with Lin Chuan?" Xiao Xue asked suspiciously, looking at Tang Yumeng.

"Official matters are business, personal matters are personal; one must distinguish between public and private affairs." Tang Yumeng declared: "This guy is earning taxpayers' money; he should be serving taxpayers, right?"

"Mhm." Xiao Xue nodded.

The rest room was packed with people.

Lin Chuan had arrived at the rest room just after nine in the morning. As soon as he reached the entrance, he encountered Luo Guoqing, who had been smoking at the staircase landing.

Luo Guoqing's expression was very grave; it seemed as if he had been waiting for Lin Chuan to show up.

The moment Lin Chuan ascended the stairs, Luo Guoqing immediately greeted him.

"Lin Chuan, you're finally here!" Luo Guoqing hastily grabbed Lin Chuan's arm.

"What's the matter? Has something happened?" Lin Chuan asked curiously.

"No misfortune has occurred but..." Luo Guoqing awkwardly said: "It's just that things seem to have gotten quite complicated. It's best you don't go into the rest room."

"Why?" Lin Chuan looked at Luo Guoqing in surprise.

Luo Guoqing wasn't someone who feared death; he was once involved in a fierce fight with the Song brothers using folding chairs. For him to say such things indicated that there must be some trouble in the past two days. Lin Chuan's expression turned somewhat strange.

"Deputy Secretary Song's son has returned from abroad." Luo Guoqing said awkwardly: "The Song brothers probably haven't said anything good about you. The guy is waiting for you inside the rest room right now. You better be careful."

"Song Ming's son?" Lin Chuan was startled.

"Exactly, I heard his name is Song Hao." Luo Guoqing replied.

"So what?" Lin Chuan disdainfully retorted: "We have no grudges and have never intersected; why would I fear him?"

"That's true, but you and the Song brothers are like fire and water. Now that the kid has returned, I am afraid..." Luo Guoqing said awkwardly: "I'm afraid you're going to be on the losing end again!"

"On the losing end?" Lin Chuan scoffed: "When have I, Lin Chuan, ever been afraid of anyone!"

"I know you're not afraid," Luo Guoqing said awkwardly, "but even the brave can't stand up to immediate loss."

"Hmph." Lin Chuan remained disdainful.

Having said that, Lin Chuan turned around and walked into the rest room.

As soon as Lin Chuan entered the rest room, the previously noisy space suddenly quieted down. Lin Chuan glanced around the rest room and immediately noticed an out-of-place figure. It was evident to any discerning eye that it was Song Ming. Not to mention the great resemblance to Song Ming, but this individual also had the look of someone who had just returned from studying abroad.

Dressed in typical American hipster fashion, clad in multicolor, wearing narrow-legged trousers. Sporting mesh shoes sans socks and his hair styled in a trendy American side-part. Setting aside the strong American aura emanating from him, if one just considered his features, they were actually quite good; a rather handsome young man.

Song Hao was sitting on a folding chair, holding a hand of cards.

The sudden hush in the rest room alerted him to something; he instinctively looked towards the entrance and indeed, a tall figure stood there. Dressed in a white shirt and black slim-fit pants with a pair of leather shoes. At first glance, he radiated a very clean impression, his hair meticulously groomed, and his face had a handsome, unruly look. His complexion was clean, his skin fairly pale. Lips red, teeth white.

Song Hao was slightly surprised; this unremarkable guy before him was allegedly the great villain his brothers had described. This genuinely astonished him.

"Haozi, the guy's here," Song Wen hurriedly said.

"I know," Song Hao smiled and slowly stood up.

Song Hao's return seemed to rekindle hope for the Song brothers. They had been eager to confront Lin Chuan but had found no opportunity to do so. Now with Song Hao's return, they immediately decided to encourage Song Hao to stand against Lin Chuan. Only then could they turn the situation around. Therefore, ever since Song Hao's return, they had been incessantly speaking ill of Lin Chuan to him, embellishing as they went, to the point where Song Hao had a very poor impression of Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan glanced at Song Hao, walked in with an emotionless face, and sat down on a chair.

In the rest room, it was so quiet one could almost hear a pin drop. Everyone's eyes were curiously fixed on Lin Chuan; Song Wen and Song Wu revealed a cold smile, following behind Song Hao as if they were keen to witness Lin Chuan's embarrassment.

Lin Chuan didn't take Song Hao seriously at all. After taking his seat, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

At that moment, Song Hao approached, stepping on the armrest of the chair where Lin Chuan was seated, looking down at Lin Chuan with a condescending attitude, and said coldly, "You're Lin Chuan?"

Lin Chuan looked up and glanced at Song Hao, saying, "That's right, I am."

"You look pretty young but quite arrogant, aren't you?" Song Hao stared at Lin Chuan and as he drew closer, he noticed that Song Hao had a lip ring, evidently deeply influenced by capitalist society.

Song Hao himself wasn't much older, around twenty-six or twenty-seven, a few years difference from his brothers in the Song family. But he was two years older than Lin Chuan. Logically, they should be peers, yet he put on airs, which was unbearable to watch.

Lin Chuan glanced at him and said, "That's because I have the strength to be arrogant."

Upon hearing this, a flash of anger crossed Song Hao's eyes.

He grabbed a crystal ashtray nearby, which weighed several kilograms.

This ashtray was originally bought by Song Wen, who spent over thirty bucks on it but charged more than three hundred to his own pocket from the finances. The ashtray was indeed nice, with a heavy feel in hand. If he struck someone with it, it would probably cause a bleeding wound on impact.

Although Song Hao was fast, Lin Chuan's reactions were not slow.

Slap...

In an instant, Lin Chuan grabbed Song Hao's arm and then smiled, "Young man, don't be so impulsive."

Suddenly caught at the wrist by Lin Chuan, Song Hao felt an extreme sense of humiliation. Gritting his teeth, he lifted a leg and his knee slammed hard towards Lin Chuan's chest. Lin Chuan's right hand immediately blocked the knee strike. Although the hit eventually struck Lin Chuan's chest, the buffering force of Lin Chuan's palm caused no harm to Lin Chuan.

Song Hao felt even more humiliated. After all, he had trained in Tae Kwon Do and was a black belt fourth dan master. Yet now, he was bested by a man even younger than himself.

"Die!" Song Hao's left fist swung down.

Crack...

All of a sudden, Lin Chuan stood up from his chair, firmly restraining Song Hao's right arm with his left hand. A stunning pivot, and he was behind Song Hao, also twisting his arm from the front to the back. In that moment, Song Hao felt as if he were restrained by someone.

"Ow, it hurts to death," Song Hao cried out miserably: "Let go of me, let go!"

"Weren't you acting all arrogant?" Lin Chuan won the first skirmish between them with the utmost ease, and he stood in front of Song Hao in a victorious posture. Song Hao's arrogance and wildness appeared to stem from his very marrow.

Since childhood, Song Hao grew up immersed in privilege. Even when studying in Jiangbei City, most people revolved around him, which led him to develop a self-centered approach to life. It made him disrespectful of others, and his personality was domineering. After going to the United States for studies, Song Hao used his wealth to cultivate a group of henchmen. During his time in the United States, he indulged in drinking and fighting...

"Let me go!" Song Hao roared: "Or I'll kill you!"

"Beg me," Lin Chuan said with disdainful laughter.

"Damn thing," Song Hao shouted angrily.

However, as Song Hao roared unwillingly, the twisting force from Lin Chuan increased. Song Hao immediately knelt down, leaning his body to try and ease the pain in tune with the twisting force, but Lin Chuan didn't give him any chance to relax, instead firmly restraining his hand.

"Beg me," Lin Chuan sneered coldly.

Song Hao's face turned pale from pain, and no one in the surrounding crowd dared to step forward to mediate. The Song family brothers not only refrained from breaking it up but were snickering on the side. The harder Lin Chuan fought, the happier they became. Only if Lin Chuan could offend Song Hao to death, would Song Hao find a way to put Lin Chuan in a desperate situation.

"Ah… my arm!" Song Hao screamed repeatedly.

This was the first time Song Hao had ever felt such pain, almost fatal, and when humans experience pain that feels life-threatening, the brain will subconsciously make one compromise, abandoning dignity and pride.

"Please, I'm asking you, let go, it hurts…" Song Hao hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Remember, this is the first and also the last time," Lin Chuan warned Song Hao, then released his arm.

Song Hao immediately felt a sense of relief wash over his body and collapsed onto the ground.

At the moment of release, although the pain was gone, he still felt as if his arm was beyond his control. Song Hao lay prone on the ground, like a dead dog, drained and weak.

At this point, Song Wu hurriedly came over and helped Song Hao to his feet, saying, "Brother, get up. Let's not tangle with him anymore."

Assisted by Song Wu, Song Hao slowly stood up, his face looking rather unwell.

Song Hao was silent, his facial expression fluctuating.

"Lin Chuan, you remember this," Song Hao said, looking at Lin Chuan with chilling eyes.

"Kid, if you're a man, step out and fight fairly," Lin Chuan glanced at Song Hao and then said, "If not, then stop your senseless barking."

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