From Daimengna’s manner of speaking, Gao Liang knew that her destination was also Hanhai City—perfect timing. However, Gao Liang didn’t feel the need to ask Daimengna exactly what she was doing in Hanhai City; after all, once they landed, they’d simply part ways. The plane soon touched down at Hanhai City’s airport. It had been a long time since Gao Liang had returned to his hometown city. This time, however, he was completely surprised—right upon landing, he was immediately surrounded by a large group of reporters. Good heavens, the old habit truly hadn’t changed—he should have been wearing sunglasses; otherwise, wherever he went, reporters would follow him, even in Jingdu City. “Mr. Gao Liang! I’m a reporter from Hanhai City TV—I’d like to…” The reporter hadn’t finished when Daimengna, just stepping off the plane, suddenly exclaimed, “Gao Liang! Is it really Gao Liang? I was specifically looking for him! Let me see!” Daimengna quickly pulled out a document from her Louis Vuitton bag, which featured Gao Liang’s personal photo. Wow! Heaven help me When Dai Mengna's gaze settled again on Gao Huang, she found that Gao had already disappeared. For shortly after landing, Gao had immediately become busy—his urgent task was to rush to Longfeng Hall's headquarters and find out what exactly had gone wrong there. He took a taxi, covering about an hour's drive, arriving at the Zhonghao Building on the Financial Street of Hanhai City. The area was densely packed with skyscrapers, bustling with commerce, and teeming with traffic. It was a prime location where land was worth its weight in gold—supposedly, property prices had soared to 50,000 yuan per square meter, and a home of over 100 square meters now cost a full 5 million yuan. Residents here, especially those who had bought homes, were either millionaires or billionaires. A millionaire was considered quite ordinary. This time, Gao had shed his polished suit—his once slightly faded, unassuming navy-blue one from his high school graduation—and opted for a much more plain outfit. He even wore slippers! To make sure no one would recognize him, he even deliberately smeared black on his face—now he can't even recognize himself! His plain, outdated attire is actually more rustic than when he first arrived at Longfeng Hall to face the elders single-handedly. In sharp contrast, the security guards at the entrance of the Dynasty Building wear neat blue uniforms, stylish berets, and bow gracefully to the elite guests and dignitaries. Yet, Highlight, dressed in an unassuming suit, is wearing slippers and stands out conspicuously, immediately drawing a wave of disdain from the onlookers, who block him with their solid presence. "Hey! Move aside! This isn't your place!" one self-important security guard eyes Highlight with disdain, waving his arms insistently, refusing to let him pass. Yet Highlight chuckles and says, "I've traveled all over the world, and I haven't yet found a place that wouldn't let me in!" With that, he firmly pushes forward. Immediately, three security guards step in front of him, using their bodies to block the way, and even threaten him with their electric batons. If the highlight goes any further, the security guards will be left utterly helpless. Highlight thought, these self-serving guards truly show a lack of grace—without a show of strength, they simply forget the pain they've endured. He immediately smiled warmly at the three guards and said, "Great! Great! If you've got the courage, come at me!" Used to being treated unfairly, the three guards immediately roared and swung their electric poles at Highlight's head, back, and waist. "Too slow! Too slow! The presentation effect is just not satisfying!" Highlight's spiritual eyes had already clearly observed each of the guards' movements. With an exceptionally strong neural reaction, he moved before the guards even finished their actions. The "empty-handed pole-taking" technique, mastered at the Shaolin Temple, was now second nature—within a blink, the three electric poles were in Highlight's hands. "Crack! Crack! Crack!" The electric poles clashed with sharp, resonant sounds, and the guards were knocked to the ground one after another. At that moment, a crowd gathered around, pointing and murmuring, "They deserved it!" "These arrogant fellows!" "Gatekeepers! Snobs! Now it's your turn!" The crowd surged and pointed, while the three security guards clutched their heads, too afraid to meet anyone's gaze. It turned out that these three guards had routinely searched ordinary citizens entering and leaving the Dynasty Building without cause, even seizing their phones and money at will. Whenever discovered, they refused to admit fault—truly taking advantage of their position. Especially among ordinary women, particularly those with a certain charm, they deliberately took advantage during searches. This time, when Gao Liang struck them hard with the electric baton, leaving them with bruised noses and swollen faces, it was truly satisfying. Gao Liang had no time to further reprimand them and simply walked toward the interior of the Dynasty Building. Behind him, the three guards cried out one after another—because the people had now taken their turn to retaliate. Those who had been routinely mistreated by him finally delivered their own strong justice. After a good beating from the three security guards, one of the women launched a series of powerful kicks with her high heels straight at their heads, causing the guards to feel dazed and in excruciating pain, crying out for help. "Deserved it! What did you expect when you treated our female colleagues so badly?" As soon as she finished speaking, one of the guards immediately clutched his groin with both hands, stunned, stammering and struggling to find words: "Oh my goodness, madam! I can't take it anymore! My life's essence! It's all over! I still want to get married!" The crowd burst out laughing with relief. It seemed that Gao Liang's attempt to impress people had inadvertently vented the public's frustrations, effectively humbling the three guards' pride and confidence. Gao Liang reached the 18th floor directly via the elevator, where the scene was magnificent and opulent—crystal chandeliers gleamed brilliantly above, and massive marble pillars stood on either side. One pillar featured a dynamic dragon coiled and leaping, while the other depicted a graceful phoenix soaring through the air. Above hangs a horizontal plaque inscribed with golden characters—"Long Flying, Phoenix Dashing"—the four words radiate such strength and clarity that they seem truly made of gold, so bright they almost dazzle the eyes. Yet, Huang Guang now is no longer lacking in wealth; back then, when he first saw this place, he would often gaze at the characters, daydreaming: "If I were to remove these four characters, the old family would become millionaires." Today, Huang Guang is a billionaire, a true magnate of wealth. But for this occasion, he wears a simple, slightly faded blue suit and sandals, his face darkened with dust. At this moment, Huang Guang recalls Ying'er once fluttering her angel's wings, alighting upon the dragon's eyes and phoenix's eyes, and calling out to him: "This is the treasure of Zhen Tang! These are divine eyes! If my judgment is correct, this divine eye has a history of no less than three thousand years—almost as long as my own cosmic life! This is a rare treasure in the universe!" Back then, Huang Guang found it hard to follow—wasn't a divine eye just a peculiar stone? Could it really be so extraordinary?