The Mysterious Big Shot with His Hands in His Pockets

He was the chairman of Longteng Investment Group, with assets worth hundreds of trillions. He was also the shadowy mastermind commanding tens of thousands of Longya mercenaries in the Golden Triangle: Lu Xiaolong, a formidable fighter.

At the invitation of his subordinate Shen Mo, he wore sunglasses and an ordinary jacket, keeping a low profile as he arrived at a high-end investment gala in China. But the moment he entered the hotel, he saw the spoiled young heir of one of the country’s top families brazenly harassing a cool, elegant young CEO.

“What are you acting all high and mighty for? Without the Qin family’s approval, you wouldn’t even get through the door of this gala!”

Lu Xiaolong didn’t break stride. He simply said, “Move.”

“Who the hell are you? What makes you think you can stick your nose in my business?”

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp slap rang through the lobby. Young Master Qin was sent flying, his body tracing an arc through the air before slamming hard into the revolving door. He spat out two bloodied front teeth and passed out on the spot.

The entire room fell silent.

The CEO stared blankly at the man who had casually tucked his hands into his pockets, as if he’d done nothing more than swat a fly. For some reason, her heart began to race.

She had no idea that the man in bargain-bin clothes was the mysterious big shot everyone at the gala had been eagerly waiting for.

All she knew was that she might have… fallen for him.

Meanwhile, Shen Mo kept anxiously checking his watch. The gala was about to begin. Why hadn’t Mr. Lu arrived yet?