At the beginning of September, the autumn wind was chilly.

The withered leaves fell onto the broad shoulders.

Jiang Ce stood under the old tree, and within his sight was the office building of Jinmeng Technology.

"Brother, they ganged up on me and framed me. I can't go on living."

Two months ago.

Jimu Technology's funding chain has broken, and chairman Jiang Mo bears the burden of a huge debt of NT$120 million. The company has been mortgaged to Tian Ding Enterprise's He Yaolong.

"Bro, I'm sorry, little brother will leave first."

At midnight, Jiang Mo jumped from the rooftop and died instantly.

A once-promising business tycoon has met his end.

Any discerning person can see the problem here. The business world is like a battlefield, and Jiang Mo is the unfortunate victim.

in the cold wind.

Jiang Ce took a deep breath and looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky.

"Mo, I'm sorry, brother came back late."

"Don't worry, I will make sure everyone who framed you will pay with their lives."

Over the past five years, Jiang Ce went to the war-torn western border to serve in the army.

From a lowly soldier he rose, slaying enemies and racking up countless military achievements. He eventually ascended to become a powerful warlord, revered as the Asura War God by all.

Now, he is back.

In the night, a desolate figure emerged from the darkness and handed a small blue notebook to Jiang Ce.

He is Mu Yi, a good brother who has followed Jiang Ce through life and death, fighting on the battlefield.

"Big boss, you're a big shot. Why bother with such a small ant yourself?"

Give me your word, and I guarantee that within three days, Tien Ding Enterprises and everyone there, including He Yao Long, will vanish from the face of the Earth.

Jiang Ce shook his head slightly.

"Some things, I must settle with my own hands."

"Understood, sir."

Mu Yi lowered her head slightly, vanishing as quickly as the wind, leaving no trace behind.

Jiang Ce smoothed his shirt and walked toward the not-so-distant Dream Technology Building.

As he was about to enter the door, a gaunt old man carrying a satchel walked out slowly, his back bent. He bumped straight into Jiang Ce who was passing by.

"Sorry..." The old man looked up to apologize, but when he saw Jiang Ce's resolute face, his eyes instantly welled up. "Grandpa, you're back?"

"Yes, Uncle Cheng, I'm back."

Cheng Hai is an old employee of Jin Meng Technology. He grew up watching the Jiang brothers, and for Jiang Ce, he is not just a member of the company, but also a kind elder like his grandfather.

Cheng Hai glanced at Jiang Ce, then looked back at the company building, his expression betraying his thoughts.

"You're back late."

At that moment, a young man with red hair and a cigarette in his mouth walked over.

"Old man, what are you dawdling about there?"

"Get out and pack your things! Didn't you hear me?"

"If you don't move, I swear I'll punch you!"

Cheng Hail nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, I'm going now, I'm going right now."

Due to his fear and impatience, Cheng Hai's hand trembled. His satchel fell to the ground, and its contents spilled out everywhere.

"Hey, old geezer, you dare to mess up my turf?"

The red-haired youth quickened his pace and strode forward, kicking at Cheng Hai's stomach.

A loud boom.

Cheng Hai stood perfectly unharmed in place, while the red-haired youth lay five meters behind the door.

Jiang Ce's towering shadow already stood before Cheng Hai.

"You, you dare to hit me?"

"Do you know who I am?"

Jiang Ce coldly looked at the red-haired youth, stomping his foot on He Jia Ming's face.

"Who are you?"

Cheng Hai was startled and rushed forward to pull Jiang Ce back, saying in a panic, "Master, don't rush. He's the nephew of He Yaolong, the chairman of the company, He Jiaming. We can't afford to mess with him, let's just go."

"Go?"

He Jiaming stood up and brushed off his sleeves. With a wave of his hand, seven or eight security guards rushed out and surrounded the two people.

"You think you can get away with this?"

Cheng Hai was so scared that his hands and feet trembled. He quickly said, "Manager He, I'm really sorry. Our master just came back and didn't know any better. He didn't recognize your true face. I apologize to you on his behalf."

"Sorry?" He Jiaming stepped forward and gently patted Cheng Hai's face. "If saying sorry was useful, what would the police be doing?"

"Kill this little punk, and that old geezer, both of them."

"Don't hold back, I'll carry you."

"Go!"

Several security guards came up with electric batons.

Cheng Hai was so anxious tears were welling up in his eyes, "Grandpa! You've really gotten into trouble this time, what are we going to do?"

Jiang Ce shook his head slightly, took a step forward, and stood in front of Cheng Hai.

For a Shura God of War who charges into battle, a few security guards are nothing to him.

Just as the security guards were about to swarm in, suddenly, a silver BMW stopped outside the company building.

The car door opened, and a man in a suit stepped out of the vehicle.

This person is the current chairman of Jinmeng Technology - He Yaolong.

"What's going on?"

As soon as the security guards saw Ho Yiu-lung, they all jumped to attention in fright.

He Jiaming came up and said, "Second Uncle, someone is making trouble, we're just about to give them a taste of their own medicine."

"Oh? Who's so bold?"

He Yao Long walked over and glanced at it, then laughed.

"Hey, isn't this Jiang Ce?"

"I heard you went to the army five years ago and there was no news of you. How did you suddenly come back?"

Ho Yiu Lung said to Ho Ka Ming, “This is the former chairman’s older brother.”

He Jiaming sneered in his heart,

The former chairman, isn't he Jiang Mo? The one who carried 120 million in debt and jumped off a building to commit suicide. A total failure.

The younger brother is a failure, so how good can the older brother be?

Ho Yau-lung said with a grin, "We're all friends here. It was just a misunderstanding. Come on, let's go inside and have a few drinks."

He pulled Jiang Ce toward the hall.

He Jia Ming sneered coldly, following after.

Cheng Hai watched Jiang Ce's retreating figure with worry, anxious yet helpless. He understood what kind of person He Yaolong was, this smiling tiger. Inviting Jiang Ce 'in' definitely wouldn't be for good.

"Grandpa, please don't get into any trouble."

Company, Jiang Ce followed He Yaolong to the hall.

Today is the company's annual meeting, all employees are dressed to the nines, everyone is adorned with jewelry and gold, looking like high-society individuals.

Less than a month after Jiang Mo's death, they had already forgotten him, and were even living a carefree and happy life.

He Yalong led Jiang Ce onto the stage, clapped his hands, and motioned for everyone to be quiet.

Then, he chuckled into the microphone and said, “Colleagues, please allow me to take a minute of your time to introduce someone special to you.”

He, he is the greedy, cowardly and fearful former chairman Jiang Mo's brother -- Jiang Ce.

The crowd below watched Jiang Ce with a playful, mocking gaze.

He Jiaming's joy was beyond description, and he led the cheers.