For a moment, over a dozen gazes simultaneously swept toward the door of the conference room.

Lin Hai walked in with measured steps, Wang Muxin closely following behind him, holding a stack of thick documents in her hands.

Zhao Diao wanted to speak up, but noticed the icy sparks in Lin Hai's eyes, and his dominant entrance made one's heart tremble, encapsulating a profound suffocating feeling.

Today, Lin Hai was dressed in a black suit, exuding an imposing aura that seemed to freeze the atmosphere of the conference room. If a Gambling God's theme could have played in the background, it would probably have felt like the opening scene of a blockbuster movie.

"Chairman Gao, the evidence of your crimes has been printed out, all here!"

"What more do you have to say!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Muxin laid out the crime evidence on the conference table.

"As for the shares, what virtues or abilities do you have to own thirty percent? What a joke!"

Lin Hai's sharp eyes swept over him and Zhao Diao.

A moment ago, it was like an unsheathed sharp blade.

And now, blunting no edges, the cutting edge in his words was unmistakable and unstoppable!

At this moment, the inconspicuous security guard Lin seemed to have vanished, replaced by a man brimming with extreme confidence, which created a powerful illusion before everyone's eyes as if he was the real president, or rather, a high-ranking person with a presence much like the president's!

What corporate directors, what elite white-collars, at this moment, all faded away under his imposing aura.

Now that it had come to a head, Lin Hai also knew it was time to play his hand.

This approach, aside from dealing with Gao Dashang, was also a signal to the other directors, quashing any inappropriate ambitions they might harbor.

Ouyang Xiaoya sat in her chair, her expression calm and collected from beginning to end.

Deep down, she was slightly surprised; she didn't expect Beast Lin to have such a side to him.

Although it was quite different from Martial God's decisive killing intent, the dominating and imposing presence was even more brilliant and dazzling.

"Lin, don't think you can slander with impunity!"

"President Ouyang, is this the kind of employee you have under your management? What a disgrace!"

Gao Dashang roared, pointing at Lin Hai.

"Chairman Gao, you've lost your composure."

Lin Hai shook his head, and then added, "But it's understandable since a cornered dog will leap over a wall out of desperation."

"Hmph, Lin, you think by fabricating some criminal evidence, that's the end of it?" Gao Dashang began to panic inside; today's events were too bizarre, and the plan he had arranged seemed to have been completely ineffective.

"Oh? Whether the evidence is fabricated or not, the police will give a clear answer," Lin Hai said.

Gao Dashang's complexion turned exceedingly ugly, his eyelids twitching violently.

Why did Ouyang Xiaoya have possession of the evidence of his crimes? Did she anticipate this from the start and have a contingency plan?

Gao Dashang didn't believe Ouyang Xiaoya would do such a thing.

How could all the meticulous plans end up like this?!

Damn it, luckily the shares were still in play.

So long as he could use the shares as leverage, he might be able to defuse this crisis.

"Hmph, Lin, nice scheme, trying to distract everyone with forged criminal evidence, don't delude yourself!"

Gao Dashang's demeanor was visibly weaker, though he forcefully maintained his facade: "Shares, I have shares. The president's seat must be given to me."

"Oh? Shares? Haha."

Lin Hai sneered lightly, this sort of person, always well-dressed, frequenting high-end venues, but once they lose their footing, they become wretched, and even do things that are lower than pigs and dogs.

"Don't feel so proud, Lin!" Zhao Diao also chimed in.

"I have no need for pride, Zhao Diao, you still have the mood to show off here, not worried about the state of your own company?"

Hearing Lin Hai's words, for some reason, Zhao Diao suddenly felt a chill inside.

"My company? What happened?" he blurted out instinctively.

Immediately, Zhao Diao pulled out his phone, but before he could make a call, his phone rang urgently.

"Zhao, Mr. Zhao, something terrible has happened!"

"Spit it out, quit freaking hem and haw, what's going on? Is it related to the company?"

"Mr. Zhao, all of the shares we acquired have tanked!"

"What!"

Zhao Diao was shocked, nearly jumping out of his wheelchair.

"How much did we lose?"

"Half..."

"Damn—" Zhao Diao gasped in shock.

Half, huh? He and Gao Dashang had invested tens of billions together, the loss of half was simply unimaginable.

Zhao Diao tried to breathe deeply, fearing he'd pass out.

"Big trouble again, Mr. Zhao, more trouble!"

"What now!"

Hearing his subordinate's anxious voice on the phone again, Zhao Diao felt it must be extremely bad news.

"It dropped again, and there's a mysterious force madly snapping up our shares that have hit rock bottom."

"What? Get that master to make a move."

Zhao Diao felt dizzy, did that mean his company was about to completely go bankrupt?

What about that master? Didn't Gao Dashang say he was very capable?

"That Ghost Cultist master, he just vomited blood and fell into a coma."

"Damn! Useless trash!"

"It's over, Mr. Zhao, our company's stock has plummeted to twelve percent."

Over a hundred billion has essentially turned into about twelve billion...

Zhao Diao felt light-headed, a terrible pressure in his chest, a sudden sweetness in his throat, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted, tumbling out of the wheelchair onto the ground, motionless like a dead dog.

"Tsk tsk, bad deeds come to light, and a heart attack strikes at a critical moment, Director Muxin, go call 120."

Gao Dashang's face looked extremely ugly.

He had heard the conversation on the phone just now.

Ghost Cultist, that's a financial master!

Forced to the point of vomiting blood.

He couldn't help but look at Ouyang Xiaoya, realizing for the first time he had never truly acknowledged this ice-cold President.

"Chairman Gao, regarding the matter of your shares, let's talk about it now," Lin Hai narrowed his eyes.

"No matter what you did to make Zhao Diao pass out, I still own thirty percent of the shares, because five other directors have already transferred their shares to me a few days ago."

Chairman Gao had to play his last card.

As long as Ouyang Xiaoya is ousted and he gains control of the company, there's still a chance to turn things around and then deal ruthlessly with that detestable Lin Hai.

"Sorry, Chairman Gao, you only have a pitiful one percent."

"You thought you could secretly manipulate shares, cash out, and then throw the funds into Zhao Diao's company without anyone noticing?"

"In this world, as man sows, so shall he reap, cause and effect, retribution is undisputed. Now that Zhao Diao's company has shrunk to twelve percent, how much do you think you still own?"

Lin Hai asked with a smile.

"Impossible!"

"Moreover, the shares of the other five directors, sorry, they are registered under my name, Lin."

Having said that, Lin Hai revealed a radiant smile.

"This can't be happening!"

"Hehe, nothing is impossible, Chairman Gao, currently I personally, along with recent earnings from stock market volatility, own a full twenty-nine percent of the shares in Youming Ya Group."