The Return of the God Level Assassin Chapter 4 THE LUO FAMILY

INSIDE a towering edifice in S City, the quarterly conclave for Tianhua Group was underway. Department heads convened in a grand conference room, assembled around an elongated table, anticipating the commencement of proceedings. Those executives whose departments had excelled in the preceding three months were eager to present their accomplishments. Conversely, those with less favorable results were overcome with anxiety, casting nervous glances at the man presiding at the head of the table.

The president and CEO of Tianhua Group - Luo Wei Tian.

His visage was stern, seemingly incapable of a smile. His dark hair was impeccably slicked back, revealing a few distinguished white strands at the temples. His pair of obsidian eyes possessed a gaze so piercing it could chill onlookers instantly. Though in his early fifties, his remarkably handsome features and well-maintained physique gave him the appearance of a man a decade younger.

Luo Wei Tian's life story was a classic tale of ascending from obscurity to immense success. After earning his degree from a prestigious university, he eschewed lucrative offers from established corporations to forge his own path. Tianhua Group began as a modest enterprise, easily overlooked. However, three decades later, that fledgling company had burgeoned into S City's preeminent real estate giant, and indeed, one of the largest in the nation.

Through his leadership, the president cemented the Luo Family's standing within high society, enabling them to contend with other influential families across the country.

It was rumored that the president's arduous journey to his current status was driven by his devotion to his wife. She hailed from the Bai family, one of B City's most venerable and affluent lineages. All his dedication and strenuous efforts were purportedly in pursuit of her hand. A significant portion of the name 'Tianhua' was derived from her given name, a testament to the profound depth of his affection. Ultimately, he succeeded in winning her over. They married and were blessed with three wonderful children.

What should have been a blissful fairy tale met a tragic end seven years prior when his wife and two sons were involved in a devastating vehicular accident. A drunk truck driver collided with their vehicle. His wife perished, and his second son was left in a persistent vegetative state. The youngest son was the sole survivor, emerging from the wreckage unharmed.

The irresponsible truck driver was incarcerated, and subsequently, news surfaced of his self-inflicted demise. Even the company that employed him faced bankruptcy. This outcome starkly illustrated the president's formidable resolve and unforgiving nature. Since that fateful event, his demeanor grew even more forbidding, as if his heart had become impervious to any further emotional impact.

Consequently, his employees who faltered in their duties couldn't help but feel a palpable sense of fear towards him, fully aware that a single misstep could result in their dismissal.

As the meeting was on the verge of commencing, the president's assistant, Assistant Wen, unexpectedly entered the conference chamber. He approached the president and conveyed a hushed message into his ear. A subtle flicker of emotion registered in the president's normally impassive dark eyes.

He abruptly stood, to the astonishment of those present, and declared, "The meeting shall be deferred until next week."

Without casting a single glance in their direction, he then exited the conference room.

A statuesque young man emerged from one of F University's academic buildings. He was attired in a pristine white shirt that accentuated his slender, well-defined physique, paired with black trousers that sculpted his long legs impeccably. Despite the unpretentious nature of his attire, it failed to conceal his refined aura. His strikingly handsome face bore a cold, impassive expression, as if no event could possibly stir him.

Passersby, predominantly female, found themselves captivated by his presence, some even blushing. He was renowned throughout the university as its most desirable student, a senior majoring in business. His fame stemmed not only from his exceptional good looks but also from his consistent academic excellence, topping his cohort. It certainly did not hinder his popularity that he hailed from an exceedingly affluent family. His name was Luo Ren.

As Luo Ren proceeded towards the parking area, a young woman intercepted his path. She was slender, with long, flowing black hair and large, expressive eyes. The surrounding students immediately identified her as the most sought-after female student among the freshmen cohort.

"Senior, I am quite fond of you. Would you consider allowing me to be your girlfriend?" she inquired, a rosy blush coloring her cheeks, enhancing her already captivating appearance.

"My apologies. I am not interested," he replied, his voice devoid of emotion. He then continued on his way, leaving her behind.

The students who witnessed this exchange displayed no further surprise. It was a daily occurrence for a young woman to confess her admiration to Luo Ren, only to be met with an unyielding rejection. Regardless of their beauty or intellect, no female had ever succeeded in their romantic overtures.

Luo Ren was nearing his vehicle when his mobile phone vibrated. He retrieved it from his pocket and registered a slight surprise upon seeing his father's name illuminating the screen. He answered the call. "Father."

A tall teenager delivered a kick to a boy in front of him, then spun around, landing a punch on another who was poised to strike from behind. Subsequently, he moved on to confront yet another assailant. In merely a few minutes, five teenagers were left groaning on the ground, rendered incapable of rising. The sole individual still standing was the tall teenager.

A few strands of his dark hair fell across his forehead. His black eyes held a violent spark, much like a small beast confined within a cage. His school uniform was disheveled, with several buttons missing. Both ears bore piercings. He perfectly embodied the image of a delinquent. Yet, he possessed an undeniable, untamed charm that was difficult to overlook.

This handsome teenager's name was Luo Jin, a freshman at one of S City's most esteemed high schools. He was also, by all accounts, a certified troublemaker.

"Wastes," the teenager scoffed at the five boys sprawled on the ground.

He retrieved his uniform coat from where he'd tossed it and began to walk away. Just then, his phone rang. He answered, not even checking the caller ID. "What?"

"Head to the hospital. Yan Yan is awake," his older brother's stern voice declared.

Luo Jin halted his steps, a kaleidoscope of emotions flickering within his black eyes.