Picking Up Fragments

"I can't let Onii-san get hurt while saving me!" Ishihara Satomi's mind was filled with this one thought.

But as soon as she stepped forward, Jiang Siming immediately pulled her back.

"How old are you this year? What are you trying to prove?"

Jiang Siming's voice echoed in her ear, it was ticklish, yet filled with warmth.

It felt like the way a brother would scold his sister.

In many Japanese films and anime, the older brother is always a very important figure to his younger sister.

Ishihara Satomi's heart now held Jiang Siming as that kind of "brother."

Jiang Siming pulled her to the side just as the three bodyguards followed closely.

The power in their palms was so great that even a stone would be easily shattered by them.

The one coming toward them was a bald man, with the heaviest strength in his hands. The wind from his punch rushed into Jiang Siming's ears, more dangerous than any weapon.

Jiang Siming moved slowly and calmly, also throwing a punch to counter!

Boom!

When their fists met, Jiang Siming remained completely still.

The bald man, however, flew backward for four or five meters, crashing into a wine cabinet before stopping.

Then, he was buried by expensive bottles of alcohol, no longer moving.

Everyone stared in shock, until a security guard reacted and immediately went to rescue him.

The other two bodyguards had expressions frozen in disbelief. The bald man had been the strongest among them, yet Jiang Siming knocked him out with a single punch.

What did that mean? The two of them might not even be a match for him.

"Hurry up! What are you standing there for?"

Jie Wenhao shouted urgently. If Jiang Siming wasn't dealt with, there would be no good ending for him either.

The two bodyguards reluctantly charged at Jiang Siming together.

Both of them used their strongest attacks, aiming to take Jiang Siming down.

Jiang Siming shook his head in disappointment and sighed, "Not a single one worth fighting."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Jiang Siming disappeared like lightning, reappearing behind one of the bodyguards in the blink of an eye.

He lightly tapped the back of the man's head, and the man immediately collapsed, his face hitting the ground so hard that his nose bridge broke, but he still wasn't woken by the pain.

Only one left, Jiang Siming kicked him from the bedroom hallway all the way to the third-floor stairs.

Easily taking care of the three internal martial arts experts, Jiang Siming was still unsatisfied.

These three were too weak, not even half as strong as the old man beside the billionaire.

Fighting them was like an adult beating up a child—there was no real satisfaction in winning.

The rest of the security guards, seeing what had just happened, ran away without even looking back. This extraordinary fighter was definitely not something they could handle.

As for the boss? Whether he was alive or dead was none of their business; they didn't want to risk their lives trying to save him.

Though such acts would usually be the best way to gain a boss's favor in novels and movies, you had to survive to enjoy it.

The security guards all ran off, leaving only Jie Wenhao standing in the bedroom.

At that moment, he stood on the luxurious, soft carpet of his bedroom, but it felt like standing on the tip of a needle, his whole body trembling from fear.

Jiang Siming turned around and walked into the bedroom. The bedroom's large door was hanging by a small wooden arm.

Jiang Siming, too lazy to deal with the hassle, kicked the entire door into the room, causing it to crash right next to Jie Wenhao's ear.

Jie Wenhao screamed in terror, his courage instantly shattered.

"Let's talk," he said quickly, "Big brother, I'm sorry for not recognizing you. If you're here for money, I'll give you whatever you want."

"Oh? Really? How much can you give me, Mr. Billionaire?" Jiang Siming said with a mocking smile.

Upon hearing this, Jie Wenhao felt a glimmer of hope, quickly grabbing a checkbook from the bedroom desk, ready to write.

But Jiang Siming spoke again, "Open the safe behind the wall."

"Ah... this..."

Jie Wenhao was stunned, wondering how Jiang Siming knew where his safe was hidden.

But at this time, he didn't dare to refuse and could only endure the pain and open the safe.

As for how Jiang Siming knew, one sweep of his consciousness made everything clear.

The safe was very large, about the size of an oversized refrigerator.

It had three layers. The first layer was filled with stacks of US dollars, RMB, British pounds, euros, and so on, all tightly packed, amounting to at least several tens of millions.

The second layer contained several pieces of calligraphy and paintings as well as porcelain. Since these items were placed there by a billionaire, they must not be low-quality goods.

The third layer contained a stack of documents, which didn't seem to be anything special.

"Little brother, take whatever you want. Take all the money, the antiques and paintings are worthless, can you leave them for me..." Jie Wenhao said, his face full of pleading.

"If you lose your life, do you think these antiques and paintings will still be useful?" Jiang Siming said.

When Jie Wenhao heard this, he immediately backed down and took out all the paintings and antiques, placing them in front of Jiang Siming.

His purpose in saying this was to use the antiques and paintings to distract Jiang Siming, hoping he would overlook the documents in the third layer.

But Jiang Siming didn't forget.

"Take all the documents out and let me see them."

Jie Wenhao's face immediately changed, and he forced a smile, saying, "Little brother, these are some confidential documents from my company. Even if you take them, they won't be of any use."

"I never say something a second time."

Jie Wenhao gritted his teeth and took out the documents, handing them over to Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming flipped through them, and indeed, the first few were some confidential documents from the company.

However, when he reached the middle, the results were entirely different. Not only were there detailed account books and tax evasion records from each of Jie Wenhao's companies, but also various proofs of illegal operations.

For example, in the shipping business, there were shady contracts signed privately with cooperating companies, much like the Yin-Yang contracts recently exposed in the entertainment industry.

These were all serious illegal activities, and there were also many bribery records for high-ranking customs officials.

These proofs were something Jie Wenhao had kept as leverage in case he had to threaten someone if they turned against him. Little did he know, they had now become a hot potato, and he was in trouble.

The last two documents, one was the legal land ownership certificate for Xiaoyangshan Port in Shanghai, and the other was a very strange token. Only when Jiang Siming opened the file did he realize what it was.

It was a gambling license, a Macau gambling license.

A Macau gambling license is a certification required to run a casino.

It was like a building permit in a game for establishing a guild. Only with a gambling license can one legally open a casino in Macau.

How profitable a casino is goes without saying; everyone knows what Macau's GDP relies on.

Moreover, Macau had already stopped issuing gambling licenses, and the one Jiang Siming held was worth at least 10 billion to start!

As for the land ownership certificate for Xiaoyangshan Port, it was also worth at least 10 billion to start.