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Xuanyuan Yusheng stood outside the hotel.
He just stood there, motionless, exuding an aura that was enough to instill fear in people.
On him, there was none of the arrogance of a wealthy scion, nor the wild recklessness of a spoiled playboy bullying the weak, only warmth and approachability.
He wore a pair of black-framed glasses, donned a neatly tailored suit, and had a refined, genteel appearance.
With a smile on his face, he gave off a gentle and cultured vibe, without a trace of domineering or intimidation.
Yet even so, no one dared to underestimate him.
Only because he was Xuanyuan Yusheng.
A man born at the peak of power.
A man whose destiny was sealed from the moment of birth.
A man destined from birth to inherit the Xuanyuan Family and control half of Yan Country's economy.
The life and death of countless enterprises, along with their entrepreneurs, was in his hands alone.
He stood at the pinnacle of power, and beneath his feet were the masses like ants.
