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The Chairman's face turned crimson with rage, the veins on his forehead bulging as he slammed his hand on the table, causing the entire conference room to tremble.
“Huang Haoran! You are delusional! Who do you think you are?! No one will agree to your insane plan!”
His eyes were filled with anger and disdain, his voice trembling with a roar, like a furious beast making its final stand.
“Shut up! Get out of here right now!”
“Otherwise, you can go over there and take your own life to apologize!!”
His words exploded in the air like a heavy iron fist, striking at Huang Haoran's dignity—if it had been an ordinary person facing such humiliation, they would have turned pale, stammered incoherently, or even collapsed to their knees begging for mercy.
However, Huang Haoran merely smiled faintly, showing no sign of anger or panic.
He slowly raised his hand and gently placed a silver briefcase on the table, his movements steady as if he were setting down an incredibly precious work of art.
“Click—”
The sound of the metal latch opening echoed clearly in the dead silence.
The lid of the briefcase was slowly lifted—
Inside, there was no money, documents, or any confidential materials; instead, it contained a glass jar filled with green gas!
The gas swirled gently within the jar like a trapped life form, flowing and spreading slowly, emitting an eerie glow.
In the conference room, all the directors' gazes were fixed on the glass jar, their faces filled with confusion and uncertainty.
“What is this?”
“What’s wrong with this guy? Is he making a scene with a gas canister?”
“What does he want to do?!”
A murmur of low voices filled the conference room, accompanied by an air of unease.
Huang Haoran did not rush to explain; he simply stood quietly, observing the foolish expressions on the faces of these old foxes who thought they controlled the world.
Then, he slowly began to speak, his tone calm yet powerful, each word striking like a heavy hammer against the souls of those present.
“It doesn’t matter whether you want it or not.”
“What matters is whether I want it.”
He gently rotated the glass jar, the green gas shimmering under the lights with an eerie glow, resembling some mysterious substance beyond human comprehension.
“Because from today onward… everything in this world will be dictated by me.”
His voice was steady but carried an undeniable pressure, as if a deity were declaring the ownership of the world!
While the board members in the conference room remained in shock and confusion, Huang Haoran suddenly seized the glass jar, his smile turning even more maniacal!
“Since you still don’t understand, let me… give you a firsthand experience!”
"Bang—!!!"
The glass jar smashed violently against the floor!
"Clatter!"
The crisp sound of shattering echoed through the conference room, and the green gas inside surged out like a demon released from hell, quickly spreading throughout the space!
This was no ordinary stench; it was a massacre of the senses!
The intense odor of foot odor hit everyone like an invisible shockwave, forcefully penetrating their nostrils, mouths, and even the pores of their skin!
"Ughhh—!!!"
"What... what the hell is this—!!"
"Ugh... ughhh!!!"
Everyone immediately collapsed, writhing in agony, hands clutching their noses as tears and snot flowed uncontrollably!
Several older board members even fell from their chairs, rolling on the ground and vomiting incessantly!
"Thud—!"
The door to the conference room was suddenly flung open, and two security guards in suits rushed in!
"What happened?!"
As soon as they spoke, before they could even assess the situation, an overwhelming stench that transcended human comprehension struck them like an invisible knife, brutally piercing their nostrils!
"Ugh...?!"
The two froze in place, their eyes instantly bloodshot, bodies trembling violently. In the next moment, their legs gave way, and with a thud, they collapsed to the ground!
"Ugh... Ughhh!!! What... what is this thing!!!"
The green gas permeating the air had a curse-like effect, transforming the entire conference room into an inescapable hell!
The Chairman sat at the head of the table, once imperious and commanding, now slumped over the desk, gripping its edge with white-knuckled hands. His face contorted in agony like a dying beast!
He tried to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the foul odor surged into his throat. His stomach churned violently, and a wave of dry heaving nearly forced him to expel his bile!
"Huang Haoran!!! You... you madman—ugh!!!"
His voice trembled and shattered; before he could finish his sentence, he was already sprawled over the table, shaking in pain. Tears mixed with snot left him utterly devoid of dignity!
In the conference room, only the sounds of anguished wails, retching, and the clattering of overturned furniture remained—like a scene from purgatory!
Amidst this hellish chaos, Huang Haoran stood calmly in place, quietly savoring this symphony that belonged solely to him.
A victorious smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
Huang Haoran strolled leisurely through the stinking depths of this inferno, green gas swirling around him like a sacred halo, while beneath his feet lay a group of sinners struggling in agony.
This place had once been the lofty Boardroom, but now it had transformed into a desperate execution ground.
The capitalists who once looked down upon everything now writhed on the ground like vermin, devoid of even the strength to beg for mercy.
Huang Haoran walked steadily to the main seat, approaching the chairman who was slumped over the table. A mocking smile crept across his lips.
"Old man, it's about time."
"This position needs a new master."
"You should also roll off now."
With that, he raised his hand without hesitation and slapped the chairman's shoulder heavily, then, without mercy—
"Bang!"
He shoved the chairman to the ground!
"Ugh—!"
Caught off guard, the chairman fell backward, his frail body hitting the cold floor with a dull thud. He curled up in pain, retching violently as tears and snot streamed down his face, utterly stripped of dignity.
And finally, the chair at the head of the table was left empty.
Huang Haoran's lips curled slightly as he elegantly adjusted his suit and leisurely took a seat.
This was a silent coronation ceremony, a power transition marked by the sacrifices of Foot Odor and despair.
He gently lifted his legs, crossing them comfortably, leaning back in his chair as he looked down at the once high-and-mighty capitalists now writhing in agony on the floor.
That despair, that unwillingness, those eyes about to submit… it was simply exquisite.
He raised his hand and lightly clapped, his tone cheerful, as if he were just beginning a casual gathering—
"Alright, everyone, pay attention."
"I, Huang Haoran, will be presiding over the—first board meeting. Let’s get started."
He paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the scattered Participants, a hint of mockery playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Come on now, everyone, perk up."
Yet, no one responded.
Only the sounds of painful wails echoed through the lavish conference room.
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