Chapter 17: Whose Territory Is This?

Before Su Wan could respond to Mu Yunshen’s words, the lights suddenly dimmed—her father had stepped onto the stage.

Su Yichuan glanced over the audience, smiling as he spoke. “Tonight, I am grateful to all my friends for gracing me with your presence at my birthday banquet. I, Su, have been in Beicheng for many years, and it is thanks to all of you for your support. Allow me to offer you a toast!”

Su Wan’s thoughts were scattered; when everyone raised their glasses, she didn’t move.

Beside her, the man’s gaze was fixed on a certain spot, unmoving, until Su Wan’s voice broke the silence. “I’ve prepared the money, but I didn’t bring the card. If you have time…”

Before she could finish, a sudden bang pierced the air!

Startled, Su Wan barely had time to react when another round of gunfire erupted. The man beside her pulled her into his arms and threw himself to the floor.

Screams echoed through the hall. The only thought in Su Wan’s mind was her father.

Without hesitation, she tried to get up, but Mu Yunshen pressed her down firmly. “Don’t move!”

“My father!” she cried.

“He has plenty of protection. He’ll be fine,” Mu Yunshen replied, glancing around.

The entire hall was swallowed in darkness. Everyone was scrambling for cover, with the shooter hidden among them.

Mu Yunshen looked to the side, quickly pushing Su Wan under the table. “No matter what happens, do not come out!”

Almost instinctively, Su Wan grabbed his hand.

His body tensed, then he squeezed her hand tightly before pulling away.

Before she could say another word, he turned and slipped away.

At that instant, another shot rang out. Screams and sobs broke out around the room. Ignoring his warning, Su Wan crawled out from under the table, searching desperately for her father.

She caught a glimpse of his jacket just as the lights blazed back on. Turning, she saw several men approaching.

Each held a pistol. The leader, about fifty, bore a scar stretching from the corner of his left eye to the right, giving him a terrifying, ferocious look.

“Where’s Su Yichuan? Get out here, you bastard!”

He fired into the air, shattering a crystal chandelier that crashed to the floor with a deafening roar.

No one moved. The man seized the nearest woman, pressing his gun to her head. She shrieked in terror.

Su Yichuan immediately stood up. “Let her go!”

The man sneered. “Su Yichuan, you old bastard, you finally show yourself. Get over here!”

Composed, Su Yichuan straightened his jacket, gave Su Wan a deep look, and stepped forward.

Su Wan sprang to her feet. “Dad!”

No sooner had she spoken than the man swung his gun toward her. “Shut your mouth!”

Su Wan ignored him, clutching her father’s hand. The man, growing impatient, aimed at her, finger tightening on the trigger—when suddenly, someone darted over and kicked the gun from his hand.

In a flash, the weapon spun through the air and landed in someone else’s grasp. The next moment, the gun was pressed to the man’s head.

He froze. So did his men behind him.

Mu Yunshen gave a cold, amused smile. “Brother Dao, you seem to have forgotten whose territory this is.”