C7 It Was the Official System Number of Their Bank. It Could Not be Faked!!

She couldn't let it go, scrutinizing the text message one more time, almost wishing she could commit the entire thing to memory.

One, followed by eight zeros.

One hundred million yuan, exactly!

It wasn't until that moment that Chiang Yu felt like she'd been hit by a bolt of lightning, her mind racing with panic.

What was the wager again?

If they lost, they'd have to surrender all their wealth and leave the Yunhai City for good...

This was their family's legacy, built up over generations!

Without their ancestral foundation and network, being cast out to an unfamiliar city would make them no better than beggars!

In her frenzy, Zhang Peng's slap came flying at her, his voice laced with scorn, "Snap out of it! What does a text prove? I could send one just like it! Check the bank account! The truth of the transfer will be clear once you verify it!"

The sound of the slap echoed through the hall.

Chiang Yu's cheek flared red, but tears had to wait; she frantically logged into the system to check Tang Xueqi's account balance.

There it was, right at the top—a clear record of the transfer.

One hundred million yuan from an enigmatic account, now securely nestled in Tang Xueqi's account.

Genuine as could be.

In that instant, Chiang Yu collapsed to the floor, her face the picture of despair.

How was this possible?

How could this man, clad only in a tank top and shorts, be one of their bank's discreet clients?

A man who could effortlessly move a hundred million yuan!

Hadn't the Tang family gone bankrupt?

The revelation left everyone present dumbfounded.

The looks they gave Luo Yun shifted from mockery and disdain to outright admiration.

This was what a true tycoon looked like!

"Luo Yun, what's this about? Did you really transfer the hundred million? Where did you get all that money?" Tang Xueqi asked, having recovered from her initial shock.

"I told you I'd handle it," Luo Yun replied.

Tang Xueqi's heart pounded, nearly leaping from her chest. With this hundred million, the company's troubles would melt away!

The crowd began to buzz. "Keep an eye on him! Don't let him escape! The kid can't handle losing!"

Zhang Peng, sensing disaster, tried to sneak out while Tang Xueqi was questioning Luo Yun.

But the onlookers, eager to curry favor with the owner of the private account, grabbed hold of him.

Luo Yun arched an eyebrow and approached Zhang Peng. "You've lost."

Zhang Peng scrambled to his feet, attempting to flee. "It was just a joke, man! Who the hell takes that seriously?"

"Quite the coincidence," Luo Yun said with a smirk. "I do."

With a casual flick, Luo Yun tossed a crumpled paper ball in Zhang Peng's direction.

"Ah!"

Struck on the back of the head, Zhang Peng screamed and crashed to the ground.

The crowd gasped at the display of strength.

To knock someone down with just a paper ball—what kind of fearsome force was this?

"You've got to pay to play, just like your wife said," Luo Yun declared, towering over Zhang Peng. "Now, it's time for you to keep your word."

Zhang Peng shook with fear; giving up all his assets and leaving the Yunhai City was akin to signing his own death warrant!

Left with no choice, he invoked his powerful connections, his voice edged with desperation, "Don't think you're something special just because you can cough up a hundred million! Lay a finger on me, and I swear I'll ruin you! Do you have any idea who's backing me?"

"It's the wall," Luo Yun said, glancing downward.

By then, Zhang Peng had unwittingly backed into a corner. No sooner had Luo Yun spoken than Zhang Peng's head thudded against the wall, eliciting another pained yelp from him. The crowd roared with laughter.

Red-faced and fuming, Zhang Peng couldn't believe his misfortune. The son of a bank manager, he was used to people fawning over him. Yet, Luo Yun seemed to be his undoing every single time. First, he had lost his love in a dramatic turn of events, and now he was being publicly humiliated!

"Luo Yun, you'd better listen up. I have the Zhang's Group backing me! You've heard of the Cloud Ocean Zhang's Group, haven't you? The CEO is my uncle! If you mess with the Zhang's, you won't last a day in Cloud Ocean!" Zhang Peng threatened.

"Zhang's Group? Again with the Zhang's Group?" Luo Yun raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "You mean Zhang Tinglei's Zhang's Group?"

"Exactly! Scared now?" Zhang Peng's face brightened with hope.

The Zhang's Group was his ace in the hole. Whenever he caused trouble, dropping the Zhang's name always smoothed things over. He was confident this time would be no different.

He even stood up, straightened his clothes, and resumed his haughty demeanor. Patting Luo Yun on the shoulder, he sneered, "See? You're not completely foolish. Next to the Zhang's Group, your billion yuan is peanuts..."

But before he could finish, a sharp 'crack' interrupted him. It sounded ominously like snapping bone.

A moment later, the pain hit, and Zhang Peng screamed as if he were being slaughtered, "Ahhhhh! My hand!"

Luo Yun had twisted his wrist so severely it dangled uselessly from his arm. Zhang Peng's face contorted with agony as he stared at Luo Yun, incredulous. Was this man really unafraid to die? He knew Zhang Peng was with the Zhang's and yet showed no fear, clearly disregarding the Zhang's entirely.

"You! I swear I'll make you pay for this!" Zhang Peng's other hand shook as he fumbled for his phone and dialed a number. "Hey! Bro! Someone just beat up your brother..."

His words trailed off as his face went slack. His brother, Zhang Tinglei, was in the hospital too. Over the phone, he could barely make out the doctor mentioning two broken ribs. Whoever did it hadn't held back.

Zhang Tinglei, the young master of the Zhang's, had been beaten as well? Who dared to be so bold?

Lost in shock, the call disconnected. When Zhang Peng looked up again, his eyes were clouded with bewilderment. Someone was targeting the Zhang's!

"Are we finished?" Luo Yun asked with a smirk.

His usually unassuming face now seemed as fearsome as a demon to Zhang Peng, "Will you honor the bet yourself, or shall I assist you?"

"Luo Yun, let it go," Tang Xueqi interjected, taking hold of Luo Yun's wrist. "His dad's the bank manager. We can't afford to provoke him. Let's just leave."

"Has the manager given you a hard time?" Luo Yun inquired, noting her fear.

If that were the case, he wouldn't hesitate to replace the bank's manager.

Tang Xueqi bit her lip and shook her head. "No, it's not that. But in business, you can't avoid dealing with banks. Offending the manager would be more trouble than it's worth... Can't you just let this go for my sake? I don't want you stirring up any more trouble."

Her voice grew softer.

Gone was the commanding presence of a powerful woman, leaving her delicate face to appear even more tender and lovely.

Luo Yun hesitated briefly before giving a nod. "Okay."

It was the first time Tang Xueqi had used such a tone with him since he had regained consciousness.

Zhang Peng, with a sigh of relief, turned and fled, cradling his injured hand!

Luo Yun was nothing short of a madman!

Just then, Tang Xueqi's phone began to ring. It was her mother, Wang Yulan, calling.

She furrowed her brow and picked up. "Mom?"

From the other end, Wang Yulan's voice, sharp and clear, cut through. "Did you get the money? That scoundrel Luo Yun went too far! He broke several of Director Zhang's ribs! If I hadn't pleaded with him, Director Zhang would have washed his hands of you! Are you still with that good-for-nothing? Keep an eye on him; don't let him escape! Director Zhang has agreed to me that if we deliver that waste to him, he'll act as though none of this ever happened, and the wedding will proceed as planned! He's also ready to deposit one hundred million yuan into your account!"