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Date: October 7
"Zou Mi, you've kept me waiting for quite some time, haha! Welcome to Yongxing Entertainment City," Xu Yong said with an exaggerated smile, extending his hand toward the young man in front of him, his tone laced with respect and flattery.
"I was actually here earlier, but due to some issues, I was delayed. I apologize for making you wait, Boss Xu," the young man replied as he shook Xu Yong's hand lightly before withdrawing it.
"Not at all, your safety is what matters most. That's only right," Xu Yong maintained his smile, though he was acutely aware of the power dynamics at play. The Minister of National Defense and State Affairs had a reputation that loomed large, even if he held no real position of authority himself.
Whether due to his own shortcomings or the commands of the powerful figure who held his fate in their hands, he knew he could not afford to offend this close aide. It was said that dealing with such individuals was fraught with difficulty; while their positive influence might be limited, their capacity for causing trouble was unparalleled.
"If it were just me, it wouldn't matter much. However, since the Minister has come personally this time, we should make the most of it," the young man said quietly so that only they could hear. He had received considerable favors in the past and had also been careful to cultivate relationships when things were settled.
"Zou Mi, this is truly an honor! I never expected that the Minister would personally grace us with his presence. I suspect this is partly thanks to your efforts; I assure you that I will not treat my friends poorly," Xu Yong exclaimed, his face showing surprise at the unexpected news.
His excitement was palpable, but beneath it lay a hint of bitterness. What if the Minister decided to take action against him? They could simply walk away if they failed, but for him...
"Impossible! I will never sell out! You demon! You vampire! Even if I lose everything and end up on the streets, I will never compromise! The bank may benefit, but you will not!" Sun Jiahao shouted as he slammed down the phone, running his hands through his hair in frustration, his eyes bloodshot.
In just half a month—a mere two weeks—this series of unexpected events had left him feeling blindsided. Sun Jiahao knew he had many rivals, but none possessed the kind of capabilities that this opponent did. He had built his industry from scratch through sheer determination and hard work.
Yet in just two weeks...
His son's school had faced issues that worried him deeply. He had barely managed to focus on work after that incident; however, his opponent's seemingly omnipresent network had been gathering more and more incriminating evidence against him.
This premeditation had clearly been evident from the start. Unbeknownst to him, his adversary had already acquired over 5% of the shares—a feeling of helplessness washed over him. Even if they ultimately failed in their takeover attempt, selling off their shares would still deal a devastating blow to his already shaky company.
"Hmph! I, Sun Jiahao, will not compromise. If necessary, I'll start over from scratch. With my current network of contacts, even bankruptcy won't stop me from rebuilding. One day, I will repay them tenfold!" He slammed his hand on the table and lit a cigar.
"My lord, your visit today is truly an honor for me. I can't believe you found time in your busy schedule to come personally," Xu Yong said humbly as he welcomed a middle-aged man into his luxurious office. The man exuded an air of authority despite his slightly portly appearance.
Among the bodyguards following him, there was the imposing figure of Zhou Xiong. This time, having the opportunity to personally make contact with the second-in-command of the Ministry of National Defense, the organization that had just suffered a significant loss would naturally not let this chance slip by.
"You've helped me handle quite a few issues over the years; I thought it was time to check in," said the somewhat portly middle-aged man as he casually sank into the sofa, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.
However, upon hearing these words, Xu Yong felt a slight heaviness in his heart.
As expected, the man continued, "But now that this incident has occurred, there have been new changes in policy from above. Your presence here is no longer necessary. Given your diligent work over the years, we are offering you an opportunity to disband and withdraw gracefully. This chance is rare; you should seize it."
Upon receiving this news, Xu Yong couldn't help but sigh. Although he knew this moment would come eventually, he didn't expect it to arrive so soon. Unfortunately, he realized he was no longer in control of his fate, and it seemed that before long, this Minister of National Defense and State Affairs would not fare much better.
Just as he was about to say something, a violent gust of wind suddenly shattered the wall behind him!
With a loud bang, a massive hole was blasted into the wall. The Minister of National Defense and State Affairs, who had just finished speaking, exploded into a mist of blood. The sofa behind him also erupted into pieces, with mangled remains, blood, and entrails staining the luxurious office.
Xu Yong stared at the sudden chaos before him, entering a state of shock. His mind went blank—this was it; it was truly over.
In contrast to his daze, Zhou Xiong stepped forward to the opening in the wall and looked outside.
Directly across from the hole in the wall lay a street where vehicles were thrown into disarray by the sudden commotion.
It wasn't until he looked up that he noticed an opening on top of the building across from him.
The camera followed a straight line through this opening to another hole on the back side of the building. Beyond that was another street leading into a long narrow alley between two buildings that pointed straight towards the roof of Chenghai Shipping Building nearly two kilometers away.
A gaping hole resembling a gun barrel extended from the top of the building. The terrifying sight of its muzzle brake combined with its ominous presence instilled a sense of dread—a .50 caliber Barrett M82 Anti-Material Sniper Rifle.
At that moment, spent cartridges clattered onto the rooftop floor with a metallic 'ping.'
The gunman was dressed exactly like the militants from the last school hostage situation, yet he exuded an aura that seemed capable of devouring everything, absorbing all, and concealing all.
Such a conspicuous position only drew attention after the gunfire erupted, creating a tremendous noise and flash.
"Okay, the final shot." Rubbing his sore shoulder from the immense recoil, Yang Xiaoyou casually tossed aside his gun and confidently walked toward the staircase.
He had no idea if he had hit someone important, but with a caliber of 5, the accuracy in such a narrow room was still quite impressive.
At this moment, using some arms acquired from the Chenghai Shipping Group as leverage—whether it was for wealth or life—would force the other party to make a choice. Additionally, it seemed that a minister from Yongxing Entertainment City would be coming over to discuss something today; he wondered if they would eliminate him on the spot.
His aim had been directed at where an important guest was located. If that were truly the case, it would certainly be enough to stir up trouble.
Meanwhile, after hearing a loud crash from above his ceiling, Sun Jiahao, already in a gloomy mood, found himself momentarily dazed. A strong sense of foreboding surged from his heart, as if something bad was waiting for him.
The newly appointed Police Chief had just settled into his exclusive boss chair in his office when he received a notification call.
Soon after, curses echoed through the director's office. "What kind of cursed city is this?!"
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