The Flower Of The High Mountain Turns Into A Cat And Is Picked Up By A Human Chapter 31

Chapter 31

High above the city, the hunting wind whistled, and the sky was clear.

The young man stood on the rooftop, right at the edge.

Looking down from this vantage point, it was as if he carried the weight of the heavens pressing down; the figures of people and cars on the ground were incredibly tiny.

Watching firsthand as the economic investigation unit took the scum away, and seeing the police cars flash their lights and wail as they sped into the distance, Bai Chendeng let out a slight breath.

Those who had been carefully selected years ago for their honesty and kindness had, after years of immersion in the world of wealth and fame, gradually lost their original integrity.

The Grapevine’s tendrils simultaneously controlled multiple devices, maneuvering between various parties.

The members of the Supervisory Committee were working tirelessly, yet they relished the task.

After all, soon, someone was going to face misfortune.

The Economic Investigation Unit mobilized its forces, borrowing personnel from sister units in surrounding provinces and cities, preparing to take on a massive operation.

However, there are no airtight walls in the world.

News leaked from an unknown source, and some individuals fled with the funds.

Since the Foundation’s personnel were spread across various regions, the provincial department had to coordinate and direct the arrests.

Facing the impending charity gala, most people were oblivious to its true purpose, assuming it was merely a rare large-scale event organized by the Foundation.

Charity galas were not uncommon, but one of this magnitude, gathering almost all project managers, was unusual.

Those with keen senses had already detected the extraordinary nature of this event, but before they could cause any trouble, they were either secretly arrested or silenced beforehand.

The day of the charity gala arrived.

Compared to the prosperity of the entire city, the people who traveled from various regions to gather here were merely like a drop of water entering a lake.

However, the local Zhuangjin Hotel genuinely welcomed an important mission: hosting a large-scale charity gala.

Recipients and their families arrived discreetly by car, waiting in designated areas.

Personnel from various projects traveled thousands of miles with documents, bearing the marks of wind and frost, and covered in dust. Some who were quick to catch wind of the situation had arrived days earlier, appearing more composed and behaving more appropriately.

Heng Yuze arrived as a recipient’s family member, clutching his invitation. He passed through the corridor, entered the main hall, and casually found a seat.

After sitting down, he caught a whiff of something—a faint scent of powder wafting from nearby.

Looking around, recipients and their families were generally younger. Their faces, whether delicate or proper, paired with smooth skin, presented healthy, rosy complexions without makeup, creating a profound sense of irony.

“I didn’t wear any makeup today, and this outfit I’m wearing is terribly cheap, chafing my skin.”

“I know, I originally wanted to put on some light makeup, but my uncle scolded me. If you ask me, those recipients on TV also dress up nicely when they go; these middle-aged people are just too rigid!”

“Hey, are you looking at that person? I think he’s really good-looking too. I’m planning to ask him out for dinner soon. He’s just a small streamer, it won’t cost much, haha…”

“There are still so many fools in the world. Some people actually think the people they worship are so unattainable!”

“Haha, exactly, so many fools!”

Heng Yuze pulled his hat lower. His dark, deep eyes, hidden in the shadows, watched those hypocritical people, taking them all in.

His hearing was excellent.

He caught many things he shouldn’t have known.

Inside the banquet hall, small groups occasionally burst into laughter, their voices lowered, their rhythm adjusted—a rhythmic sound, the rhythm of money and power.

“Brother Liu, the higher-ups have never been keen on large galas. Why the sudden requirement that all project managers must attend this time?”

“No one can say for sure what’s behind it.”

“Brother, you know me, I’m a curious person.”

“Heh heh.”

“Recently, I went back to my hometown with my wife and saw some trinkets while shopping. I’m not sure if they’re genuine, so I was hoping you could take a look…”

Bai Chendeng closed the door. Having overly good hearing was also a nuisance; the words saturated with talk of profit kept drilling into his ears, making him increasingly irritable.

“After this cleansing, let’s hold regular meetings.”

The Grapevine, busy as it was, didn’t forget to reply: “Received!”

The wine in the glasses shimmered with ambiguous light, and the rich aroma stirred up excitement. The glasses held more than just wine; looking out through the glass walls, the outlines of the people collectively distorted, as if what flowed within the cups were unspeakable, secret transactions.

The atmosphere grew warmer. Some who were initially uncomfortable gradually settled in, chatting happily with others.

Bai Chendeng led the Supervisory Committee members to the main entrance.

Unlike the leisurely steps of the guests enjoying the banquet, the arrival of this group carried an air of severity. The sound of their footsteps was uniform and decisive, without any hesitation, as if foreshadowing something.

Bai Chendeng held no goodwill for those who squandered his money and betrayed him, unwilling to spare them any attention.

Those engrossed in conversation, unaware of what was about to happen, instinctively looked toward the entrance and saw the young man standing first, surrounded by his entourage.

Their first impression was—too young.

The young man at the front seemed to glow with a radiant luster, yet his demeanor was like frost and snow.

He showed no trace of immaturity, dressed in a simple shirt that highlighted his slender, smooth waistline.

Yet, everyone found themselves unable to look away, sensing a deadly danger emanating from him.

“Thud…”

“Thud…”

The footsteps turned into a countdown to death, threatening to tear off their human skins at any moment, exposing their filthy, dark organs to the sunlight.

“Is this… is this the founder?”

“He’s too young. Is it really him?”

“Are they sure they didn’t just find someone to impersonate him? Such a huge foundation, actually controlled by someone barely twenty? He must have been underage five years ago, right?”

“What kind of joke is this!!!”

A furious roar echoed through the now-silent banquet hall.

The middle-aged man gasped, seemingly unable to accept the reality before him. He violently knocked the tray held by a nearby waiter to the floor. Wine splashed everywhere, and shattered glass added an ominous sign to the night.

Perhaps due to a guilty conscience over his own actions, or perhaps hired to cause trouble, this person chose this moment to act up.

His face showed anger and doubt, but notably, no regret.

However, the man was likely to be disappointed.

A hand landed on his shoulder.

Following the hand back, he saw the waiter who had been implicated in the mess.

The waiter had a pair of narrow, elongated eyes. They didn’t show when he smiled, but when he didn’t, they were filled with an aggressive edge that was unsettling.

“Sir, you are causing me a lot of trouble.”

The waiter then covered the man’s mouth and forcibly dragged the middle-aged man away.

The squeaking sound of leather soles scraping the floor was incessant.

The remaining people wore various expressions, all sensing a threat.

That slender waiter was actually able to forcibly drag the middle-aged man away. An ordinary person wouldn’t have that much strength; he was practically a martial artist.

They could only think of one phrase: The visitors mean harm.

The main doors were shut.

Today, everyone present, without exception, would be subjected to scrutiny; no one would be allowed to slip through.

Someone glared angrily: “Mr. Bai, what is the meaning of this?”

Bai Chendeng had already walked to the front of the stage.

His subordinates placed a large box beside him.

Casually pulling out a stack of printed evidence from inside, Bai Chendeng suppressed his anger and tossed the papers into the air.

The sheets seemed to be guided by some force, suddenly scattering and avoiding the food and drinks, then fluttering down. The entire banquet hall seemed to be experiencing a pale, chilling snowfall.

He said coldly, “Are you satisfied with this meaning, everyone?”

Someone immediately grabbed a sheet before it landed and quickly examined it. It was a detailed investigation report.

“Upon verification, Liu Hu used his authority to coerce recipients into improper transactions, with the number of victims reaching over twenty.”

“Xiao Yingshao illegally earned 3.51 million, ordered his relatives to impersonate recipients to claim aid funds, resulting in the deaths of five patients due to insufficient subsequent funding.”

“This… these…”

Someone’s voice trembled, clearly realizing the true purpose of this banquet.

The founder had seized their lifelines and was about to pluck them out, these bloodsuckers, in one fell swoop!

Faces contorted in shame, silence, denial, and fury twisted together below the stage, swarming forward like locusts.

They stretched out their hands, trying to reach into the box to find their own evidence of guilt. Some even attempted to climb onto the stage to grab Bai Chendeng.

Countless hands reached toward the young man.

The youth showed no fear.

In his eyes, several people not only lacked merit but were stained with the malevolent energy of injustice and resentment. The chaotic, sickening stench rushed toward him.

He immediately stepped down hard on a hand that was covered in bulging veins and stained with blood and tears.

“Ahhhhh!”

The scream momentarily drowned out the surrounding clamor.

Bai Chendeng casually ground his foot down on the hand that had harmed countless people, eliciting a more miserable wail.

At this moment, the young man was like a judge descended from heaven, ready to cast the utterly wicked into hell.

The “Holy Son” spoke with pity: “I will make you experience pain a thousand times worse than this.”

He scanned those present: “None of you will escape.”

This scene would be the most unforgettable sight of their lives for the others.

The man who finally managed to free his hand from under Bai Chendeng’s foot collapsed, terrified out of his wits, and frantically tried to flee the hall.

When he opened the door, he saw the people he least wanted to see standing neatly outside—criminal police.

The surrounding area was under martial law, and roads were blocked.

Police cars were busy transporting economic criminals into the station, and people were constantly being questioned in the interrogation rooms.

“Impossible, I didn’t disclose this information to anyone. How did you find out? Was it my wife? Only she could access my computer!”

“I’ve been framed! These are all fake, fake!”

Outside the monitoring room, Captain Su, watching the cornered criminals still failing to grasp the situation, adjusted his white shirt with a look of disdain.

As a promising young star in the police force who had become a leader at only forty, he was accustomed to the inconsistent faces of these people.

The people were arrested, the evidence was complete, and the criminals would absolutely not be able to withstand the police.

At this time, Bai Chendeng arrived alone at the waiting hall where the sealed-off recipients were gathered.

The people here were already terrified by the sounds from outside. Some were wealthy youths who had fraudulently claimed aid money, and they couldn’t tolerate being wronged. They immediately began to surround him, demanding an explanation.

A young man pulled something out of his bag, hid it in his cuff, and quietly approached Bai Chendeng.

“What is the meaning of this? Why are you locking us in here?”

“Is the Chendeng Foundation so overbearing?”

“Who are you? Do you represent the Foundation? If you don’t give us an explanation today, this matter isn’t over!”

The young man was wrapped up in the crowd, moving as nimbly as a fish, reaching Bai Chendeng’s side in a few swift movements.

Immediately afterward, the man suddenly attacked.

The blade hidden in his sleeve reflected the crystal chandelier light into the eyes of some people.

Bai Chendeng stood still, as if frozen in shock.

Just then, a hand abruptly shot out, grabbing the wrist holding the knife and clamping down.

“Ahhh!!! Murder!”

The crowd scattered, leaving only the three of them standing there.

Bai Chendeng was framed within a pair of affectionate eyes that held a hint of worry.

Heng Yuze shielded him, quickly and fiercely smashing the opponent’s wrist. With a crisp snap, the sharpened knife was flung onto the floor.