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Chapter 397 Blackmailing the Councilman!

?Booom!

The sudden intrusion of the media transformed the clandestine atmosphere of the warehouse into a scene of chaos and confusion.

The doors, blown open with an echoing boom, gave way to a deluge of reporters and cameramen.

Like a relentless tide, they swarmed into the warehouse, their cameras flashing and rolling, voraciously capturing every detail of the scandalous scene they had stumbled upon.

Caught in the whirlwind of lights and lenses, Fan Jun, still naked and disoriented, was thrust into the merciless glare of the media.

"What\'s going on!?" Fan Jun\'s startled voice cut through the chaotic lights. His eyes, wide with shock and disbelief, darted around the room, seeking an explanation for the sudden invasion that had shattered his world.

"Mr. Fan Jun, is that you? Can you explain what\'s happening here?" shouted one reporter, thrusting a microphone towards him.

"Are you involved in an affair with your father\'s secretary?" another journalist called out, her camera focused intently on Fan Jun\'s bewildered face.

"Mr. Fan, how long has this been going on? What do you have to say about this scandal?" a third reporter chimed in, eager to capture his reaction.

The questions came fast and furious, each one more probing than the last. The reporters, unrelenting in their pursuit of the truth, surrounded Fan Jun, their cameras and microphones like weapons trained on their target.

"What the ****!? Who gave you bastards permission to barge in? My father is the Councilman, and let me tell you, I\'d gladly take all of you down!"

"Get out, now!"

Caught completely off guard, with no defense to speak of, Fan Jun\'s words stumbled out of him. His face painted a picture of sheer confusion and overwhelming panic.

"Woah!" exclaimed Jiang Mei, her eyes widened in disbelief. "So, as you can see, Fan Jun, the son of Councilman Li, not only got caught in a scandal but is also threatening to wield his power against us!"

A hushed murmuring filled the place as the journalists exchanged concerned glances. Fan Jun, who had been caught off guard moments earlier, was now growing increasingly agitated.

"You don\'t understand the depth of this," he retorted, his voice quivering with anger. "My father will make sure you all regret crossing me!"

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Beicheng District Council Office, a symbol of power and authority, stood imposingly against the evening skyline. Inside, Councilman Fan Hong, a figure of considerable influence in Beicheng city, was wrapping up his day. His office, a blend of modern elegance and traditional decor, reflected his powerful status. As he gathered his documents, his phone, a sleek, high-end model, buzzed insistently on the mahogany desk.

Annoyed by the interruption, Fan Hong picked up the phone, his face a mask of frustration. But as the call progressed, his expression morphed from annoyance to shock, then anger. "Bastard! What the hell are you doing!?" he hissed, seething at the news of his son\'s latest escapade.

Before he could process the information fully, his personal phone, a device usually reserved for confidential communications, vibrated with an incoming call from an unknown number. "Who is it now...?" he muttered, a sense of foreboding creeping over him. With a hesitant hand, he answered the call.

The voice that greeted him was chillingly mechanical, altered by a voice changer. "Hehe, how was the gift?"

Fan Hong\'s face tightened with anger and fear. "Who the hell are you, bastard!? Was it your doing?" he demanded, his voice a mix of fury and dread.

The caller\'s response was calm and menacing. "Relax old man, or do you want to die early?" This threat sent a shiver down Fan Hong\'s spine. Struggling to maintain composure, he sighed deeply. "Okay, what do you want?" he asked, his voice strained.

As he grappled with the situation, his phone beeped with a new notification. "Check the message; it might help clear your mind," the sinister voice suggested.

Trembling, Fan Hong opened the message. The contents were so shocking that he nearly dropped his phone in horror, and he quickly deleted it. "Who are you, what do you want?" he asked again, this time in a softer, more desperate tone.

The voice on the other end was cold and unyielding. "I don\'t want anything. But your son has made a grave mistake. If you interfere with me, I\'ll ensure the truth comes to light. The rumors are already circulating, but this will provide concrete proof of your and your son\'s misdeeds."

Fan Hong\'s heart raced in terror. "W-What do you intend to do with Xiao Jun?" he stammered.

"That\'s none of your concern. Just know that if you act against me, the video will end your career as a councilman. And once you lose power... Well, I\'m sure there are many families you\'ve wronged who\'d be interested in settling scores."

The voice then posed a chilling ultimatum: "Make your choice, old man. Save your son, or save yourself. You can always have more children, but another life? That\'s a different story."

With that, the call ended abruptly. The phone slipped from Fan Hong\'s grasp and clattered to the floor as he slumped back into his chair, a defeated, haunted figure.

The loud noise alerted his guards. "Mr. Fan!? Are you alright?" they called out as they burst into the office.

But they were met with a sight they had never seen before: Councilman Fan Hong, once a figure of unwavering authority, now looked broken, his aura of power completely vanished. The guards stood in the doorway, witnessing the unraveling of a man who had once seemed invincible.

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Half an hour earlier, in the old industrial area of Beicheng!

"Why did you call the press!?" Liu Ming demanded, his voice a mix of disbelief and irritation. His eyes, along with those of the others, were fixed on Zhang Wei, seeking an explanation for his unexpected move.

Zhang Wei, unfazed by the scrutiny, shrugged nonchalantly. "It doesn\'t make any difference. Your little brain wouldn\'t understand. Let\'s get out of here first," he said dismissively, striding confidently towards their sleek, black Range Rover.

Chen Dong, caught between loyalty and confusion, hesitated for a moment before following Zhang Wei. Liu Ming, left standing alone, clenched his teeth in anger. "This bastard wants to steal the credit?" he thought, a dawning realization mixing with his growing resentment.

Little did he know, Zhang Wei\'s ambitions were far more sinister than mere credit theft; they extended into the realm of the outrageous, plotting to not only usurp recognition but to steal away the bride herself.