Chapter 227: Honoring the New Family Head

Guo Family Manor, brightly lit.

More than half of Ning'an City's elite have gathered here; beneath the crystal chandeliers, the scent of clothing and the shadows of hair, cups and goblets interlace.

Every face wore an exquisite yet false smile, and the air was filled with a blend of expensive perfume and top‑grade champagne.

At the front of the banquet hall, the current Family Head of the Guo Family, Guo Linfeng, lifted his wine glass and delivered a spirited speech.

"...... Our Guo Family has stood in Ning'an City for a hundred years, not by luck but by strength, and moreover by reputation!"

His voice was booming, full of the confidence and authority of one on top, drawing a chorus of approving applause from the audience.

Guo Linfeng greatly enjoyed this feeling of being the center of attention.

He scanned the distinguished figures below, who usually towered above, now looking like docile lambs.

As for that over‑ambitious illegitimate younger brother, Guo Zixuan?

He has probably become a floating corpse in some stinking gutter of Ning'an City.

Thinking that, Guo Linfeng's smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.

However.

Boom!

The two expensive gilt‑carved doors of the banquet hall were forcefully shoved open from outside, slamming into the wall with a deafening crash.

The melodious piano piece abruptly stopped.

Everyone's gaze was instantly drawn toward it.

At the doorway stood a person wrapped head to toe in bandages, looking like a mummy just crawled out of an ancient tomb.

His clothing was already soaked with blood and mud, emitting a nauseating iron‑rust smell, completely out of place in the gilded hall.

"Who… who is that?"

"He looks a bit familiar… damn, is that Guo Zixuan? The Guo Family's illegitimate son?"

"Wasn't he missing? How did he end up looking like this ghostly mess, what a jinx!"

Mocking, contemptuous, schadenfreude‑filled comments began to spread through the crowd.

Guo Linfeng's expression instantly darkened.

He stared at the brother, stuck in the doorway like an eyesore of trash, his murderous intent unmistakable.

"What a dog of a bereaved family that can't be killed."

He set down his wine glass and gave a signal to the nearby security Captain.

"Throw him out, don't let this stray dog's stench pollute my banquet."

"Yes, boss!"

A dozen tall, muscular bodyguards in black suits immediately lunged forward like wolves and tigers.

Guo Zixuan stood his ground, letting those mocking gazes cut into him like knives.

He could feel the calm breathing of the man behind him.

That's enough.

"Get out!"

The leading bodyguard extended a palm the size of a folding fan, about to seize Guo Zixuan's collar.

And at that very moment.

A man in an ill‑fitting suit stepped out from behind Guo Zixuan.

He wore oversized sunglasses that covered most of his face, his slicked‑back hair meticulously groomed.

He simply lifted his eyelid casually.

Just like that.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

A series of teeth‑aching bone‑cracking sounds erupted without warning throughout the banquet hall!

The dozen or so bodyguards at the front, their snarling faces not yet cleared, let out a collective mournful scream, their legs went weak, and they all fell to their knees at once!

They did not kneel voluntarily.

Instead, their kneecaps, at the same instant, were crushed into powder from within by an irresistible Terror Force!

Blood instantly soaked the expensive suit trousers.

"Ahhh! My leg! My leg!"

"What! What is this!?"

Dozens of hulking men knelt on the ground like dumplings, wailing in pain and rolling, the scene Weird to the extreme.

The entire banquet hall fell dead silent in an instant.

Everyone stared wide‑eyed, terrified at the man in sunglasses, their minds a blank.

What happened?

What on earth is going on?

Guo Linfeng's arrogant expression froze, replaced by thick shock and bewilderment.

Chen Shao ignored those ants sprawled on the ground.

He took steps, neither hurried nor slow, and ascended the platform, walking straight up to Guo Linfeng.

"You… what do you want to do?"

Guo Linfeng, pressed back by the invisible pressure from him, retreated repeatedly, "I warn you, this is Guo Family!"

Chen Shao said nothing.

He simply lifted his hand slowly and removed the sunglasses from his face.

When the left eye was exposed to the light, everyone present felt their hearts gripped by an icy hand, their breathing halted.

What kind of eye was that?

No whites, no pupil.

Only a bottomless scarlet, like a slowly rotating blood vortex, as if it could draw a person's soul in.

Dominating Demon Eye.

Chen Shao looked at the twisted face before him, distorted by fear, and in an almost declarative, emotionless tone, spoke softly.

"This banquet is far too boring."

"I'll change the Rules."

His voice was not loud, yet it rang clearly to every corner of the banquet hall.

"Effective immediately."

"Anyone with guilt in their heart must loudly confess."

"Then, pay the price."

—The words fell.

The entire banquet hall remained dead silent.

Everyone stared at each other, not understanding what the words meant.

Confess?

Pay the price?

What kind of new magic or prank is this?

A corpulent real‑estate mogul with a beer belly was the first to react; he pointed at Chen Shao on the stage and, outwardly fierce but inwardly trembling, shouted:

"Who the hell are you! Pretending to be a god! Security! Where the hell is the security!"

However.

He finished shouting, and his expression suddenly froze.

Immediately, it was as if something clamped his throat; his face turned pork‑liver colored, and his hands, uncontrollable, began wildly slapping his own face.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The crisp sound of slaps rang especially loud in the quiet hall.

"I! I!"

The developer, while slapping, cried and shouted with tears streaming down.

"The worker who died at the South City site three years ago wasn't an accident! I falsified the safety report to save money! I caused his death! I'm sorry for him!"

This sudden scene left everyone stunned.

But this is only a beginning.

"Me too!" a lady dressed in glittering jewels suddenly screamed, fell to the ground, slammed her head against the cold marble floor, wailing as she did.

"I envied Mrs. Li's diamond necklace! I hired someone to steal it and blamed her housemaid! That maid later jumped to her death! I caused it!"

"I... I hit someone with my car last month, fled! I left them on the roadside, they're definitely dead!"

"I dealt drugs! I laundered money! I usured three families to ruin them!"

"I killed my business rival, turned his body into a cement block and sank it in the river!"

Crazy!

Everyone's gone mad!

Well‑dressed gentlemen, elegantly noble ladies, the high‑society elites who usually tower above all, now stripped of every pretense like beasts, rushed forward, hysterically crying and shouting, confessing the deepest, dirtiest, bloodiest crimes hidden in their hearts.

Drug dealing, money laundering, rape, murder......

Case after case, deed after deed, the hair‑raising crimes, they shouted them out themselves.

After each confession, they would begin to self‑harm wildly.

Someone smashed their head against a wall, blood gushing.

Someone used a finger to poke their own eyeball.

Someone sliced their own face with an expensive table knife, cut after cut.

The soothing piano piece kept playing, still flowing through the hall.

But now, this graceful melody intertwined with the alternating cries of confession, wailing, and bone‑breaking, composing an absurd, weird, and blood‑soaked symphony of hell!

The crystal chandelier's dazzling light no longer reflected the bustling clink of glasses, but a floor awash with fresh blood, severed limbs, and twisted faces.

Here, it became a hall of judgment for sins.

On the platform, Guo Linfeng trembled all over like a sifter, his eyes terrified as he stared at the infernal scene below, his legs giving way, collapsing onto the ground.

He tried to flee, but his body wouldn't obey.

An invisible force seized his throat, forcing out a howl uglier than a cry.

"It's me! It's me!"

Guo Linfeng wept profusely, and before everyone, confessed the secret he had thought flawless.

"I tampered with the old master's medicine! I caused my father's death! I won't wait any longer! All of Guo Family should be mine!"

"The price..."

After confession comes the payment of the price.

Guo Linfeng's body also went out of control.

He raised his hand, using all his strength, slapping his own face repeatedly, each blow fierce.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

The force was so great that his cheeks swelled and deformed at a visible speed, and his teeth, mixed with blood foam, spattered from his mouth.

He wanted to stop, but his hand faithfully obeyed that devil's command, strike after strike.

Until his facial bones shattered.

Amid a backdrop of bloodshed and wailing, Guo Zixuan moved.

He stepped over the wreckage on the ground, walking step by step through the crowd still frantically self‑mutilating, and calmly ascended the high platform.

He approached the already limp, barely breathing Guo Linfeng, and his gaze held no pity, only bone‑piercing cold.

Once upon a time, this man, lofty and aloof, had stepped on him, treating him as an ant.

But now.

Guo Zixuan lifted his foot, mustering all his strength, and delivered a hard kick to Guo Linfeng's chest.

"Ah—"

Guo Linfeng let out a short, miserable scream, his whole body like a torn sack, rolled down from the high platform, hit the ground, and fell silent.

The whole venue fell into dead silence.

The survivors with lighter sins now looked like chickens with their throats squeezed, terrified beyond measure.

Guo Zixuan stood at the center of this blood‑stained ruin, looking down on everything below.

From today onward.

He is the Guo Family's new master.

Chen Shao, from somewhere, took an unopened bottle of champagne and opened it with elegant movements.

He poured the golden liquid into a goblet, and a fine layer of bubbles instantly rose on the glass wall.

He lifted the glass, addressing the terrified survivors below who were on the verge of fainting, as well as Guo Zixuan beside him, with a distant gesture.

Even on his face there was a hint of a courteous smile.

"To the New Family Head."