Huo Tianpei’s voice trembled slightly: "Zhenyang, what did you invite Miss Qiao here for?"

Huo Zhenyang glanced at Qiao Yongyong.

Qiao Yongyong’s smile hardened, and she teasingly curled her red lips: "Uncle Huo, what you’re about to see may cause you discomfort. If you can’t handle it, you’d better take your medicine first."

With that said, she winked at a bodyguard.

The bodyguard walked to the corner of the wall and, with a swish, turned off all the lights in the conference room and then drew the curtains.

Inside the conference room, the light dimmed.

Before everyone could react, Qiao Yongyong walked to the front of the conference table and plugged a USB into a laptop.

Immediately, a series of photos flashed onto the white screen of the projector.

It was clear that the background of the photos was not in China.

The main character in every photo, however, was the same person—Huo Zhenxuan, the Second Young Master.

In the photos, no matter the environment or the place, Huo Zhenxuan was always whispering with a South American man, seemingly plotting something.

The man had a full beard, was burly all over, and had a prominent scar near his temple. He was also followed by bodyguards, clearly not the friendly type.

Cold sweat broke out on Huo Zhenxuan’s back.

He had never expected these private photos to end up in Qiao Yongyong’s hands.

The people present all felt that the foreigner in the photos looked somewhat familiar, yet they couldn’t remember where they had seen him.

Finally, one of the older shareholders exclaimed in surprise:

"This person—isn’t he—the largest international drug lord in South America?"

At this comment, the rest of the people collectively remembered.

"That’s him, no doubt about it. That face has been on the newspapers countless times."

"This person is still wanted by Interpol and hasn’t been caught. How could he be with the Second Young Master..."

The rest of the statement went unsaid.

All the shareholders present inhaled sharply, turning their gaze towards Huo Tianpei!

Huo Tianpei’s face had already turned deathly pale, his fists clenched tightly. He obviously knew what the shareholder hadn’t finished saying—

How could Huo Zhenxuan be with an internationally-wanted drug lord!

Angry blush rose on his aged cheeks due to suspicion.

At that moment, the photos on the projector changed again.

This time, Huo Zhenxuan was in a luxurious villa, cuddling foreign beauties, as well as scenes of him gambling lavishly in the most luxurious and upscale casino in Mexico City...

Photo after photo showed just how indulgent and decadent the Second Young Master’s life had been in Mexico for these past years!

Everyone knew that Huo Zhenxuan had been sent abroad secretly by the old man for wrongdoing and certainly could not have led such a life of luxury and dissipation.

Linking these photos to the ones before, anyone could guess what Huo Zhenxuan had done in exchange for such a life.

Even Su Yan was somewhat shaken inside.

Although she knew that Huo Zhenxuan had suddenly made a fortune overseas and certainly hadn’t done anything commendable, she hadn’t expected him to be working for an international drug lord.

Huo Zhenyang specifically chose to expose this during the shareholders’ meeting with so many people present because he wanted to put an end to his brother, to crush him once and for all!

Huo Zhenxuan...

Su Yan narrowed her eyes and glanced at the man drenched in sweat. You’re finished.

But she had to protect herself. She must not be implicated by Huo Zhenxuan.

At that moment, Qiao Yongyong pressed pause.

The photo on the projector was frozen on an image of Huo Zhenxuan on a multi-million yacht, clad in fur, wearing a diamond ring, surrounded by beauties—an ironic contrast to the now pale-faced Huo Zhenxuan outside the screen.

Then, with a shift of her beautiful eyes and a mocking tone, she said:

"Over these years, our dear Second Young Master Huo has been the best periphery for South America’s largest drug trafficking syndicate, aiding a major drug lord in selling drugs and developing drug distribution networks. Quite impressive indeed, and reportedly highly favored by the big boss."

Huo Tianpei’s knuckles cracked with a pop, his complexion becoming even gloomier.

When they sent this son to Mexico, it was firstly because the Huo Family also had properties there.

Secondly, since there’s no extradition treaty between Mexico and China, if the son committed crimes, it would be convenient for him to find refuge there.

But they overlooked the fact that this place was a paradise for drugs and crime, and never anticipated that the second son would become a lackey for a drug lord, resorting to drug trafficking to turn his life around!

Huo Zhenxuan stood up with a swish, agitated, and began to defend himself forcefully: "Are you just going to frame me with these photos? These photos are fake; anyone can tell a story with pictures!"

Qiao Yongyong didn’t argue with him. With a tilt of her pretty face, revealing a cunning smile, she raised her hand, holding a small recording pen between her slender fingers:

"Whether the photos are fake or not, the experts from Interpol’s forensics will determine. But can you also deny that this is your voice?"

With a flick of her finger, the recording wafted into the air, reverberating in the quiet conference room.

It was a dialogue in English, occasionally interspersed with a few sentences in Spanish, the local official language of Mexico.

How could the major shareholders present at the meeting, each of them well-experienced and highly educated elites, not understand the gist of the content?

The conversation was between Huo Zhenxuan and a Mexican, discussing how to distribute the next batch of goods.

The ’goods,’ of course, referred to drugs.

"If the Second Young Master finds this evidence insufficient, no matter, before I came to China, I found some of the drug peripherals in Mexico City—your colleagues, no doubt you know them. I had a little chat with them, and they were very willing to clarify in detail how you traffic and transport drugs."

Qiao Yongyong’s eyes lifted with a captivating and wicked smile, pocketing the recording pen into her trousers and brushed back her hair.

Why would those drug peripherals willingly help her expose Huo Zhenxuan?

It was only after she had people threaten their families that they became compliant and spilled the beans.

Although both the Longding Society and the drug syndicates are criminal organizations, they normally don’t interfere with each other’s business.

This time, she wouldn’t have pushed these drug peripherals to a dead end and bite back at Huo Zhenxuan had it not been for her brother’s order to help Young Master Huo deal with Huo Zhenxuan.

Despite her lolita appearance, she was ruthlessly cold-hearted. Huo Zhenxuan fixed his gaze on Qiao Yongyong, his body seeming to be drained of strength, slumping back into the chair: "You, what do you want to do..." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Qiao Yongyong shrugged her eyebrows, glancing at Young Master Huo.

Her mission was already complete.

Huo Zhenyang’s eyes were like dark gems, calm and still. He had been silent all this while, as if quietly enjoying the show, but now his thin lips parted slightly: "Shouldn’t I be the one asking you what you would like to do?"

Getting out of China and never daring to covet his Huo Group again is the least.

Going back to Mexico to surrender to the authorities is second.

These are his demands.

"Daddy!" Huo Zhenxuan, in shock and panic, walked to his father’s wheelchair, crouching down. This was his last lifeline.

"Don’t call me Daddy! Our Huo Family hasn’t raised a son like you in generations! Involved in drug peripherals? Our Huo Family cannot afford to lose that face!" Huo Tianpei, shaking with anger, lifted his hand, brushing off the younger’s clutching.