Chapter 164: Darling, aren't you ready to confess to us yet?

"Bang—!"

A glass shattered into tiny pieces.

"Clatter—!"

A heavy pen holder was knocked to the floor, spinning wildly as it rolled away.

"Crack—!"

The laptop also tumbled to the ground, its monitor broken, the screen and keyboard snapping into two halves.

Jin Ling, the secretary, hid far away, not daring to step forward to comfort her boss who was currently in a fit of absolute rage, nor daring to pick up the items he had just destroyed.

The crashing sounds continued until there was nothing left within reach to smash. Only then did Guo Yunzong roar in fury, "How did they know? How did they know? How did they know I would have the power cut? How could they possibly know to prepare battery-powered megaphones? How did they know to have glow sticks ready beneath the seats?"

Jin Ling did not dare to answer. These were not questions she could possibly answer.

However, she completely understood her boss's extremely foul mood at this moment.

Cutting the power at the climax of the Butterfly Group's concert was a plan Guo Yunzong had settled on long ago. To achieve this, he had lowered his pride and specifically made a call to a senior official at the Huanglong District Electric Power Bureau.

If a sudden blackout occurred at the Huanglong Gymnasium, with the wiring and equipment sabotaged by an electrician they had bought off beforehand, could they still sing?

The concert would have to be hastily brought to a close.

With just a little guidance, the fans might even gather together to demand refunds.

Furthermore, with the venue plunged into darkness and the emergency power unable to start up immediately, the microphones in the hands of the Butterfly Group would be completely useless. At that moment, tens of thousands of audience members trapped in pitch darkness would inevitably panic and fall into chaos.

Whatever happened inside could easily be anticipated.

No matter what took place tonight, the Butterfly Group's concert could never be called a complete one.

Yet, they seemed to have anticipated this grand production in advance and guarded against it flawlessly. He had exhausted all his schemes, but instead, he had only built up their massive fame, making their fans even more united and formidable.

Seeing the three members of the Butterfly Group standing on stage guiding tens of thousands of fans to sing while waving light sticks looked both heartwarming and ethereal. If a video like this were released, it might spark a brand new "Butterfly Craze."

Given all this, how could President Guo possibly keep his temper in check?

He had originally intended to watch the Butterfly Group make a fool of themselves, only to realize he had become the joke himself.

"Boss Guo, please don't be angry," Jin Ling said from a safe distance, treading very carefully. "Their concert may have turned out all right, but our T4 also pulled off a huge success... According to the feedback we've received, T4's attendance rate was exceptionally high, and the audience's reaction was quite enthusiastic. Their internet search rankings far exceed those of the Butterfly Group... We still managed to overwhelm them in terms of momentum. T4 is still the ultimate victor."

Guo Yunzong's expression did not improve in the slightest. What he wanted was victory—a victory without a single shred of doubt. Not this ambiguous kind of battle that required both sides to trade barbs in a war of words.

Still, matters had reached this point, and turning the tables now would be extremely difficult.

There was a long way to go, and there would be plenty of opportunities in the future. Those little butterflies, along with that bitch Bai Su... none of them would ever escape the palm of his hand.

"You may leave," Guo Yunzong said, waving his hand as he wanted some quiet time to himself.

"Very well, Boss Guo," Jin Ling acknowledged, hurrying out of the spacious yet terrifying office.

Guo Yunzong threw his heavy body onto the sofa, fished a cigarette out from the pack on the table, and lit it. He took a vicious drag, letting the smoke sear his lungs before exhaling it slowly, puff by puff. Only then did he feel a little more comfortable inside.

"Interesting. Truly interesting... Who is my opponent? Bai Su, is it you?"

"If it is you, you certainly understand me well. Not being able to sleep with the woman who touches your soul remains an eternal regret, after all."

Crash—!

The door to the room was pushed open once more.

Jin Ling stood at the doorway with a look of extreme urgency on her face and said, "Boss Guo, the venue for our concert has also suffered a power outage."

"How is that possible? Didn't we—" Guo Yunzong's face turned unsightly as he sprang to his feet, demanding, "Can't the emergency generators be used?"

"No. They said the emergency power supply is broken. There's no way to supply power normally."

"Did you prepare battery-powered megaphones?" Guo Yunzong asked. He knew that in the event of a power outage, the most crucial thing was to stabilize the fans' emotions. But without megaphones, how on earth could you calm them down?

By shouting from the stage? Please, that was a ten-thousand-seat arena, how many people would actually be able to hear?

"No, we didn't," Jin Ling explained. "We never imagined something like this would happen."

"You didn't imagine it? What on earth *can* you imagine?" Guo Yunzong felt a surge of vicious anger rush to his chest, burning him up so intensely that he desperately wanted to grab someone and beat them black and blue just to vent his frustration. "Did you prepare glow sticks?"

"—No," Jin Ling swallowed hard and replied.

As expected, Guo Yunzong flew into a rage.

He hurled the lighter in his hand straight at her. Jin Ling tilted her head and narrowly dodged it.

Thud—!

The copper lighter smashed heavily against the wall with a dull thud.

"Useless idiots. You're all a bunch of good-for-nothing idiots," Guo Yunzong cursed fiercely. "What are you even good for? What else can you possibly do? Do I feed you just to watch you freeload? Why aren't you all dead yet? Why don't you just drop dead?"

"........." Jin Ling's eyes reddened, but she did not dare to make a sound or cry.

*We might be idiots, but you aren't exactly a genius either, are you? If you hadn't harbored malicious intentions toward Bai Su and the three little butterflies of the Butterfly Group, how could such an embarrassing mess have ever happened?*

Of course, thoughts like these could only be kept hidden deep within Jin Ling's heart. There was no way she could ever speak them aloud.

Otherwise, he would literally beat her to death. He truly would beat her to death.

"Call the police," Guo Yunzong said coldly, his expression as frigid as millennium-old ice. "Tell them to rush over immediately and maintain order."

"A loud explosion shook the skies, and Tang Xin soared into the scene—"

"There is a kind of height that no one has yet surpassed, and a kind of warmth called an un-plugged chorus—"

"T4 versus Butterfly: What the Butterfly won was far more than just popularity—"

With the widespread popularization of the internet and mobile terminals, reporters' publishing speeds had also become lightning fast.

Before the concert had even concluded, the internet was already flooded with news about the Butterfly Group's concert.

On the very night the concert ended, the internet was blanketed with news concerning both the Butterfly Group and the T4 group concerts.

Canceling the celebratory banquet the company had planned for the Butterflies, Bai Su rushed back to the Ziyuan Villa in a hurry alongside the three members of the Butterfly Group and A-Ken.

They turned on the computer and searched the homepages of all major web portals for news concerning the Butterfly Group's concert.

In truth, they didn't even need to search very hard, because the major websites had already plastered the battle between the two concerts right on their front-page headlines.

Just as expected, the Butterfly Group's performance this time was remarkably eye-catching, earning unanimous praise from the media. Regardless of the website or the report, every single outlet portrayed the Butterfly Group as the champions of justice.

"The Butterfly is truly my favorite Butterfly! How is T4 any different from the mafia?"

"The Butterfly won the people's hearts, while T4 lost them—"

"I actually used to like those four big-chested women, but from now on, I'm going to resolutely boycott all their works... Truly fucking disgusting."

The readers' comments also displayed a completely one-sided trend. They pinned all the blame squarely on T4. Whether it was T4 fans wrecking the venue or the subsequent blackout at their own concert, it was all painted as a scheme of their own making—as for why T4's concert suffered a blackout too, the public dismissed it as retribution and divine punishment.

T4's reputation was thoroughly ruined.

Not only that, because they had failed to make any preparations whatsoever for a concert blackout, it caused their fans to wait in the dark for a long time, leading to verbal altercations and multiple physical conflicts. It wasn't until the venue lights came back on and the police stepped in that the fans were orderly organized to leave.

Bai Su had just received a phone call stating that a portion of the fans felt this was an incomplete concert and were currently blocking the entrance of T4's concert venue, refusing to leave and demanding that T4 refund half the price of their tickets.

"Retribution! This is true retribution!" Zhang Hepburn's entire body sprawled across the sofa as she kicked her legs wildly into the air like an excited little puppy. "Why am I so happy seeing them meet such misfortune? I'm so bad—who told them to grow so tall, who told them their chests to be so huge... Serves them right to face such retribution!"

This time, Bai Su did not scold Zhang Hepburn for speaking recklessly; she was equally overjoyed by tonight's wave after wave of pleasant surprises. "Indeed. Good begets good, and evil begets evil. It's not that retribution won't come; it's simply that the time hasn't arrived yet. They've committed so many malicious acts, continually trying to disgust us right under our noses. This time around, I suppose they're getting a heavy dose of their own medicine, aren't they?"

"Little Xin, you were simply amazing," A-Ken said, staring at Tang Rong with eyes full of utter infatuation. "That fierce aerial flip—oh my goodness, it made my poor little heart pound like crazy... It scared the living daylights out of me. Right, we have to celebrate. We definitely have to celebrate! I have a bottle of champagne in my room, and we should toast to Little Xin's performance tonight."

"Yes, we must celebrate," Bai Su declared with a wave of her hand. "The company originally organized a celebratory banquet for you all, but I told them you were too exhausted and dragged you all back instead. Who knows how many people at the company are cursing me right now. Still, this celebratory drink is a must—A-Ken, go get the champagne you've been hiding."

"Alright! I'll run upstairs and grab it right now," A-Ken agreed, scampering off toward his room upstairs with bounding steps.

Now, only Tang Rong, Bai Su, Lin Huiyin, and Zhang Hepburn remained in the living room.

Bai Su walked over to Tang Rong, sat down right beside him, looped one arm around his, and gazed affectionately into his eyes as she asked, "Darling, aren't you ready to confess everything to us yet?"

Lin Huiyin and Zhang Hepburn both turned their large, bright eyes toward him as well. Clearly, they were both perceptive people.