"...that's how it is!"
As Yu Linguang continued his explanation, the expressions on Long Baiyun and the other leaders turned solemn.
They were now certain that the person who had invited them here was the one who had taken their 60 million!
The story unfolded when Yu Linguang received an unexpected call earlier in the day.
The caller had informed him about a grand party scheduled for that night at the Longteng Building. The caller demanded the finest private rooms, top-notch service, and the very best of everything. Additionally, the caller insisted that Yu Linguang personally greet the guests.
Upon hearing this request, Yu Linguang had been incensed. Who was this individual to ask him to personally greet guests? Did they not know who he was? How dare they treat him like a mere servant?
Naturally, Yu Linguang had refused, intending to question the caller's identity and perhaps employ his connections to teach this prankster a lesson.
"No? Well, then I'll just help myself to all your money," the voice had retorted.
In an instant, Yu Linguang received notifications that all his assets had been transferred away.
Stunned and furious, he had tried to resist, but accompanying the notifications was a piece of evidence - something that must have been highly compromising. Yu Linguang hadn't shared the specifics, but his forfeit of all resistance suggested that the evidence was both powerful and damning.
And so, Yu Linguang had no choice but to comply. He had arranged the best accommodations and services for the unknown guest, and he himself had come to greet the three leaders.
"This individual isn't to be taken lightly," the knife boss observed, his gaze narrowing.
From Yu Linguang's narrative, he could infer a lot.
This person hadn't only managed to discreetly siphon off 60 million from the three major societies' accounts but had also swiftly drained all of Yu Linguang's personal funds. On top of that, they had unearthed some sort of leverage against Yu Linguang, forcing his compliance. The technical prowess required for such feats was beyond their comprehension.
"I'm growing more curious about this person. I want to find out just who they are," Long Baiyun remarked, his eyes gleaming with determination.
Ding!
The elevator doors opened, revealing the top floor of the building.
The highest floor of Longteng Building was reserved for entertaining the most distinguished VIPs. It was rarely used, and only those with exceptional connections could access it.
At the center of the floor lay a private room dedicated to hosting VIPs.
The room spanned over a hundred square meters, featuring a lavish round table capable of accommodating nearly 30 individuals. It was the kind of lavish treatment that only true VIPs could expect.
As the door, towering over two meters high, swung open, Yu Linguang led the three leaders into the room. At the round table, a young man awaited them with a smile.
"Welcome, esteemed leaders! I'm truly honored that you've spared time from your busy schedules to join us," the young man, Fang Yan, greeted them amiably.
"You're the one who took 10 million from me?" the knife boss demanded, his eyes narrowing as he strode towards the table.
Clang!
As he spoke, he embedded a small knife into the table. The handle trembled from the force he had used.
"I have two pet peeves in life," Dao Boss growled. "One is people who lack integrity and trustworthiness, and the other is those who dare to oppose me!"
His eyes gleamed fiercely as he spoke, "You took 10 million from me. Tell me, how do you wish to die?"
"It's the 10 million you pilfered from me? I was slashed over 30 times because of that, and my body still aches! You'll see how I'll cut you to pieces later!"
"I've finally caught the little rascal! Knife boss, let's carve him up! Dismember him and feed him to the dogs!"
The members of the Xiaodao Gang grew animated, their voices raised in a menacing chorus. Their machetes were brandished with an air of murderous intent.
Hong Jiu and Long Baiyun remained silent, watching the unfolding spectacle with keen interest.
They were well aware of the knife boss's fiery temperament. He was a man who rarely spoke; where there was fighting to be done, words were unnecessary.
The young man before them had filched 10 million from the knife boss. Given the boss's disposition, it was highly unlikely that the young man would escape with anything less than a severe beating.
The Xiaodao Gang members were no pushovers either. Should they set their sights on this individual, it would be akin to igniting a fire. As long as the young man remained in Ningcheng, he would never know safety.
"What!"
Fang Yan chuckled, undeterred. "Are you calling for backup? Need assistance? Or are you threatening me? You seem to have forgotten something - it's already a sign of cowardice to threaten someone who lacks a single ounce of muscle!"
The knife boss chortled mockingly in response, and the Xiaodao Gang members joined him in laughter.
Yu Linguang could only shake his head from the sidelines. What utter nonsense!
Here was a person who had the audacity to challenge and provoke the three major societies while speaking so audaciously. It was a wonder he hadn't been hacked to death already.
It seemed that Longteng was in for another round of mayhem. It might not be a bad thing for Fang Yan to meet his end; it would at least ensure the secrecy of his secrets. Spending money would solve the problem if push came to shove.
"No, I meant hold on. I want to give you one last chance."
"But it seems you're not interested in seizing the opportunity."
"Very well, let's proceed then."
As Fang Yan spoke, a glint of determination flashed in his eyes.
He extended his hand.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—
Countless micro-robots surged forth like a torrent, coalescing into an obsidian wave. The swarm flowed from behind him, resembling spider legs in motion.