I'm a Severe Introvert, and Every One of My Underlings Is a Thug

“Shen Jinghan, as the big shot in our club, what do you think of this turf war?”

Shen Jinghan, an introvert, lowered his head and fell silent, panicking inside.

His underlings sucked in a sharp breath. “Got it! Boss hasn't said a word, which means he wants us to take it all and leave no one standing!”

Shen Jinghan nervously tapped his fingers on the table without realizing it.

The leader of the opposing faction nearly wet himself. “Please stop tapping, Mr. Shen! I'll step down! I'll give you all my shares!”

Shen Jinghan, who had transmigrated to the city, was miserable.

The Tycoon System had gone on leave, and its replacement had packaged him as the underground emperor.

As long as he could make a girl laugh, he'd receive a trillion in tycoon funds.

But why did every girl he tried to cheer up get so scared that she wrote her will on the spot?

“I, Shen Jinghan, swear I'm a law-abiding, introverted, model young man!”

Watching the two thousand hulking men behind him raise steel pipes and shout, “Hello, sister-in-law!” in unison, Shen Jinghan was completely at a loss.