Chapter 6872
Gutter Deal
The anxiety was like an undercurrent hidden beneath the calm surface of a lake, ready to surge forth at any moment; while the stiffness was as if an invisible hand was controlling him from behind, preventing him from freely stretching his body and mind.
To his left sat three blond, blue-eyed white men.
The leader was a middle-aged man with an unusually prominent hooked nose and sharp, hawk-like eyes, named Cole.
His nose was high and straight, as if carved by a knife, and his hooked nose added to his fierce and cunning appearance.
His eyes were like two sharp daggers, as if they could see into the depths of a person's heart.
The two men beside him, one with bulging muscles, veins on his arms like earthworms, and large knuckles, were clearly combat experts and bodyguards who had undergone long and arduous training.
He sat there like a small mountain, radiating a powerful sense of oppression;
The other wore frameless glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses gleamed with intelligence.
His fingers flew across the encrypted tablet, like a skilled pianist playing a beautiful melody, recording all the important information. He was the team's technical analyst.
On the surface, they are international trade representatives, dressed in suits and speaking politely, but in reality, they are members of the Black Hawk Society. Hidden beneath their civilized exterior is endless greed and ruthlessness.
The Black Hawk Down, an evil organization that has long lurked in the shadows, has ambitions that burn like a raging fire and have never shown any signs of abating.
On the main battlefield, they knew that the Dragon Kingdom, this giant dragon of the East, had a profound foundation and great strength, and that conventional means could not shake its foundation.
So they silently extended their venom-covered claws toward the intricate shadowy area beneath the dragon.
In their view, controlling the deeply entrenched underground forces is like holding certain lifelines of their opponents in their hands.
Those hidden deals, power struggles, and secrets will all become bargaining chips in their hands.
The ancient city, a vital port town that guards the vital waterway and land route in Jiangnan like a dazzling pearl, has become their long-coveted target.
Once the city falls into their hands, its strategic value is self-evident.
From an economic perspective, the ancient city's port was an important trade hub; controlling it meant controlling the flow of enormous wealth.
From a military perspective, its unique geographical location can serve as a military stronghold, exerting a deterrent and influence on the surrounding areas.
The Black Hawk Society attempts to use the ancient city as a springboard to further infiltrate and expand its influence in the Dragon Kingdom, thereby realizing their ulterior motives.
What's even more terrifying is that the Black Hawk has now colluded with the mysterious and evil Prison Clan, forming a sordid partnership.
Reliable intelligence suggests that they are likely using all the funds they obtain from various illegal channels to fund the prison tribe.
The Prison Clan is a race filled with violence, greed, and a desire for destruction. They have been secretly accumulating power, waiting for the moment to launch a war.
Once the Prison Clan, with the Black Hawk Society's funding, completes its war preparations and launches the war, the consequences will be unimaginable.
At that time, the flames of war will spread, lives will be lost, countless innocent lives will perish in the war, and the whole world will be plunged into chaos and darkness.
To Di Lang's right sat two beings with completely different auras.
They were dressed in well-tailored black Tang suits, the lines of which were smooth and elegant, yet they could not conceal the sinister aura emanating from them.
The two sat there quietly, eyes closed, as if they were two lifeless stone statues, oblivious to everything around them. One of them was as thin as a bamboo pole, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.
However, his fingernails were jet black and shiny, radiating an eerie light that sent chills down one's spine.
Those fingernails seemed to conceal some kind of deadly toxin; a single, gentle scratch could be fatal.
The other had a rosy complexion, as delicate as a baby's, but his temples were bulging, and his breathing was long and steady.
Judging from his breathing rhythm and physical condition, he was clearly a master with profound internal strength.
His existence is like a volcano hidden in the shadows; once it erupts, it will unleash tremendous energy.
The two of them were "supervisors" dispatched by the "Black Phoenix" organization to the Qinghe Group, and were the true controllers.
The "Black Phoenix" organization, a massive force also hidden in the shadows, is like a greedy beast, constantly devouring everything around it.
The Nanlai Group is merely a glamorous shell that provides nourishment to the behemoth that is the Black Phoenix.
On the surface, it appears to be incredibly successful and adept at navigating the business world, but in reality, every decision and every transaction is under the control of Hei Luan.
As for Di Lang, he was merely a figure who was pushed to the forefront and seemed to enjoy immense prestige.
In the eyes of the Black Phoenix Organization, he was merely a puppet whose life and death were controlled by others, a carefully packaged "blood puppet."
His every move and every word was strictly controlled and manipulated by the Black Phoenix Organization.
He was like an actor wearing a glamorous mask, playing a seemingly important but actually powerless role in the script written by Hei Luan.
Once he loses his usefulness, or if he disobeys orders even slightly, he will be ruthlessly abandoned.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the dimly lit and oppressive "Obsidian" conference room was so heavy it seemed as if water could drip from it.
With his hooked nose, Cole leaned forward slightly, his movements resembling those of a cheetah poised to pounce, exuding an undisguised cunning and greed.
He crossed his arms and placed them steadily on the gleaming tabletop, his fingers tapping lightly as if he were making some kind of ulterior motive.
Cole's voice was deep and seductive, like the hiss of a venomous snake flicking its tongue in the dead of night, sending chills down one's spine.
He slowly began to speak: "Di Lang, the sincerity of our Black Hawk Society is as solid and unshakable as the obsidian embedded in this conference room."
For so many years, we have been searching for a partner to work hand in hand with, and you are undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.
He paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping over Di Lang's face, trying to catch a glimpse of inner turmoil beneath that calm exterior.
"As long as you nod and give us the border map of the ancient city, this border map will be like a beacon in the darkness for us, guiding us to move freely through the complex defense system of the ancient city."
Furthermore, provide a copy of that… detailed map of the distribution of special facilities in the Western Region, which we both know perfectly well.”
At this point, Cole paused deliberately again, a subtle, cold smile playing on his lips, while he intently observed Di Lang's every nuanced change in expression, not missing a single flicker in his eyes or a twitch of his muscles. (End of Chapter)