The Chen brothers were standing in a quiet, low-profile corner of the grand ballroom along with Chen Heng.
Chen Ying had already briefed them on the exact parameters of the counter-trap before arriving. While they were still deeply protective and slightly tense following her staircase incident, they trusted her intellect. They stood like a wall of handsome, silent guardians, their dark eyes scanning the room, waiting for the curtain to rise.
For maximum psychological impact, Chen Ying and Yang Muchen had agreed to enter the venue separately.
When the grand double doors of the ballroom swung open, Yang Muchen walked in alone. Dressed in his stark black tuxedo, his tall, imposing figure and suffocatingly dominant aura instantly commanded the attention of the entire room.
The moment his leather shoes touched the polished floor, he was completely surrounded by a dense crowd of politicians, business moguls, and hopeful elite families.
