The person before him was definitely not the loser who had been beaten last time.

The way he just stood there, his calm gaze, the casual way he spoke—it all seemed perfectly ordinary, yet Pan Shaohang couldn't help but feel panicked, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

It was as if an innate instinct was warning him—the shadow before him was not to be touched.

Humans are awed by mystery. This awe then breeds fear, and fear ultimately cultivates worship.

All ancient religions were born from this very notion.

Han Lie's transformation was too illogical. Coupled with his current height, physique, temperament, and aura, as well as Pan Dajun's solemn warning, all these factors made it impossible for Pan Shaohang to treat him normally.

Therefore, Han Lie, the master psychologist, formulated a response targeting Pan Shaohang's personality, one designed to maximally incite his anger.

It was an art that used both facial expressions and language, precisely plucking the chord in Pan Shaohang's mind by leveraging his fear of losing everything he currently possessed.

As expected, Pan Shaohang burst into a rage.

However, Han Lie's actions were not just for teasing; he wanted to see clearly into Pan Shaohang's heart.

The truth was glaring. Pan Shaohang harbored hatred, but not towards Han Lie. He was enraged, but he didn't dare vent it on someone stronger. He had become more rational and decisive, yet he no longer posed any threat.

Han Lie couldn't be sure what an impulsive and juvenile Pan Shaohang might do in a fit of rage. However, when it came to a "darkened," maturing Pan Shaohang who was beginning to covet power and wealth, Han Lie was confident he could forever suppress him, ensuring the other party wouldn't dare make the slightest rash move.

Threat neutralized.

And as for today's social death, let it be our final settlement...

"If you have time, come to the Magic Capital..."

Han Lie began softly, intentionally pausing before drawing out his right hand and patting Pan Shaohang on the shoulder.

"...You can come look for me. I'll show you what your father has longed for."

That statement ignited the flames in Pan Shaohang's heart, and his waist involuntarily bent a little further.

Indeed, Pan Shaohang himself wasn't fully aware of how strong his admiration for his father was.

And that admiration was also a form of oppression; he never dared to imagine he could surpass his father.

Han Lie's choice of words was so precise, sharp, and piercing; the phrase "your father" was like a spark that directly lit a torch.

Can't surpass him?

It doesn't matter! Then I'll go see the sights my father has never witnessed!

Almost instantly, Pan Shaohang suppressed all the displeasure in his heart and, deciding to throw caution to the wind, thought: Since I've already suffered social death, why bother with this lousy circle? If we fall out, then so be it! Who the hell cares?!

Anyway, Father is moving to the provincial capital to develop his career soon. My future lies in either the Imperial Capital or Hang City. Why bother being polite to this bunch of idiotic country bumpkins?!

Han Lie was truly venomous; every casual remark of his concealed a trap.

But those present were of too low a caliber; none could understand or notice, only feeling that Pan Shaohang's emotional change was too outrageous.

But in truth, all misunderstandings, all that seemed counter-intuitive, were simply due to insufficient cognition, beyond what common sense could cover.

Take Little Pan, for example. He had now automatically slipped into the role of a younger brother. Calling him 'Uncle' is impossible; I'll never be able to say it in this lifetime. But he could already say 'Bro Lie' with both affection and respect.

"Thank you! Thank you, Bro Lie! I will definitely visit you when I have time!"

Han Lie nodded in satisfaction, lowered his hand, and turned to Chen Yanfei, raising an eyebrow. "Your troubles are largely resolved. Shall we leave?"

Chen Yanfei had been feeling uncomfortable for a while. She hadn't anticipated that the current Han Lie would be so aggressive.

She had originally thought that with Han Lie's exceptionally high EQ and adept social skills, he would employ a strategy of winning over some while alienating others, gently integrating into the circle, and then discreetly resolving certain issues.

But instead… he confronted everything head-on, ultimately creating such a big scene.

HMM... that's not right either?!

What exactly did Han Lie do?

It seemed like he did nothing, just chatted casually with Pan Shaohang for a bit, and things turned out like this... How incredible!

"Alright, let's go for a walk in the picking garden!"

Chen Yanfei didn't blame Han Lie, but she was already impatient to ask him exactly why.

Her curiosity was so intense that she directly abandoned all her social plans for the day, leaving several of her close girlfriends behind.

As she stood up, those girlfriends let out a long "HUH?" full of teasing.

But Chen Yanfei didn't care; instead, she proactively took Han Lie's arm.

Then, with her characteristic forthrightness and magnanimity, she laughed and said, "We're off to enjoy some private time together. If you know what's good for you, don't follow!"

No one would follow.

And her seemingly superfluous action was, in fact, a declaration to everyone: the man she had set her sights on was Han Lie, none of them stood a chance, and they were free to spread the word.

After the two strolled away, the girls tactfully went up to the second floor, leaving the downstairs area to the guys.

Immediately after, a fierce argument erupted downstairs.

Pan Shaohang went all out, showing Liao Miaochen no deference whatsoever. He not only drove District Director Zheng out on the spot but also berated Wen Yu mercilessly.

In the end, it even disturbed Tian Jing and the others, who were playing cards in another small building.

But no one could control him; Pan Shaohang had truly lost it, venting all his recent pent-up frustrations like the Monkey King wreaking havoc in Heaven.