The next morning, the air around Huo Corporation was heavy with unease.
Reporters crowded outside the glass-fronted building, their cameras ready, their pens poised like weapons.
Rumors of internal corruption had turned the media into a swarm, each one desperate to capture the next explosive headline.
"Over there! That's his car!" someone shouted.
A sleek black car pulled up before the entrance, gleaming under the morning light.
Instantly, the crowd surged forward, the flash of cameras erupting like a storm. Reporters shouted questions over one another, their voices blending into a desperate frenzy.
When Huo Feng stepped out, the noise rose to a fever pitch. His calm, composed face gave nothing away, his gaze sharp as steel. He moved with quiet authority as if even chaos itself bowed in his presence.
He walked around the car and opened the passenger door.
