These are personalized short-sleeve shirts. The vibrant design of the stylish car is embroidered on the front, back, and shoulders, making it highly realistic—essentially a living advertisement. Zhang Yупing truly has a strong business sense; she is well-acquainted with the U.S., understands American tastes and needs, and continuously refines her marketing plans and promotional strategies based on market feedback. This time, Zhang Yупing has indeed achieved notable success. Already, $1 million in deposits has been received, and she is genuinely delighted. Though tired, the fatigue is well worth it. Deputy Manager Lin Yaomin is busy at the rented apartment, diligently developing new business plans as requested by Zhang Yупing, striving for constant innovation and breakthroughs across all aspects, in order to help the Yucheng Automotive Group regain its strength and revitalize the market. The once-large company now operates with only Zhang Yупing remaining—its main doors have been closed. For several days, Zhang Yупing has been living and working at the company, eating and sleeping there. Zhang Yuping was so tired she couldn't open her eyes—she simply fell asleep on her desk. She didn't know that four or five thugs, taking advantage of the night, had climbed up the pipes and entered the room through the window of Room 808. These five were all skilled climbers, with impressive presence. As they stepped inside, their grim faces revealed themselves—led by one who cracked his teeth open and exhaled a stream of smoke directly at the sleeping Zhang Yuping. "Cough! Cough! Cough!" Zhang Yuping was awakened by the foul smell. When she opened her eyes, there they were—tall, broad-shouldered men with fierce expressions, all of whom were openly smirking at her, showing clear interest. "You! You! What do you want? Get out of here! Otherwise, I'm calling the police!" Zhang Yuping immediately reached for the phone beside her desk and started dialing—but the phone lines had already been pulled taut by the thugs. "Hurry! Bring me your one million dollars! Or—your face!" The first hooligan, eager for money, made sense—under the impact of the economic crisis, money had become increasingly vital. As he spoke, he drew out a gleaming short blade and gestured it toward Zhang Yuping's delicate face, clearly signaling that if she refused to pay, her refined appearance would turn into a disheveled one. Zhang Yuping knew that the one million dollars was significant, yet her company, Yi Yu Cheng Shen, needed funds to launch a new wave of business initiatives after the crisis. When her company was at its peak, that sum would have meant little; but now, amid widespread economic downturn and sluggish markets, the importance of that amount was immense. "No! I won't give it!" Zhang Yuping replied firmly, which immediately angered several of the hooligans. The leading hooligan lost his composure. "It seems you're refusing the toast and demanding the penalty—how could I possibly treat you with respect when I'm asking for money?" "You don't know how to show appreciation!" The leading henchman waved his short blade toward Zhang Yuping's delicate face, closing in, but then suddenly stopped. "Hmph, hmph, hmph! You're quite handsome—fresh and lively. Would you like to join me for a little fun?" With that, his rather salty hands moved toward the fullness of her chest. "No! No! No!" Zhang Yuping cried out in panic, but it was all in vain—she had nowhere to go. Behind her was a wall, and on either side, the other four henchmen were openly eyeing her with lust. "Lads! Everyone gets a turn! I'll go first—watch me demonstrate! I promise you all will enjoy yourselves!" The leading henchman was wildly enthusiastic, tearing at Zhang Yuping's blouse with one hand. With a sharp snap, he tore a hole in the sleeve, and Zhang Yuping gasped in shock. "Hahahaha!" The five lustful men danced around like devils. Just as they were full of confidence and pride, the leading one suddenly cried out, "Ah!" It turned out that the blow had struck the back unexpectedly. The other four thugs, seeing their boss suddenly attacked, immediately engaged in a struggle with the man holding the stick. "It's you! You didn't go home already? Why are you back now?" Zhang Yuping asked Lin Yaomin. Lin Yaomin replied, "I still worry about you. With a company of such size, and someone as beautiful as you, how could I possibly feel at ease as a subordinate?" Zhang Yuping was genuinely touched. Soon, overwhelmed by numbers, Lin Yaomin was swiftly seized and held by the five thugs. The leading thug delivered a solid punch to Lin Yaomin's head, and he immediately lost consciousness. Zhang Yuping felt utterly hopeless. At that moment, all the thugs began to laugh lasciviously, stripping off their clothes one by one. "Rape! Haha! Collective rape! Brothers! Come on, all at once—everyone enjoys themselves!" The leading thug was a blatant, shameless womanizer. "Exactly! Eastern beauty—let our American big men play with you! What a treat!" "The other thugs were laughing like devils." "Husband! Where are you? Ping'er can do nothing for you anymore! Ping'er has gone! Take care of yourself!" Zhang Yeping regarded her purity as more precious than gold. When Zhang Yeping was about to bite her tongue and when all the lustful men reached out simultaneously, laughing wildly, a strong wind blew in from the window, blowing the five men off their balance. A figure flew in from outside. "Husband!" Zhang Yeping instinctively called out for her husband, knowing only her husband had such strength—yet upon looking, the man had a long beard, wore large sunglasses, and dressed in a black suit, quite different from her husband's usual appearance. Still, he was handsome and full of vigor. The wind ceased, and the five thugs opened their eyes, now seeing a plain Eastern young man. They exchanged glances. "Kill him! Eliminate him!" "Let's take him out!" the leading henchman barked. Four henchmen each held a large cleaver, surrounding Gao Liang. Gao Liang chuckled—these underlings were far too slow. Indeed, as the four cleavers came down, Gao Liang merely moved fluidly from side to side, his body agile as a monkey's. The four men missed their strikes, furious. One cleaver, cutting with great force, even swung directly toward Zhang Yuping. The highlight truly came alive. That glass bead proved to be incredibly powerful.