Even now that his horizons have widened so much, seeing this list gave him a sense of astonishnt.
Live and learn.
These three words really sumd up the feeling at that ti.
He actually did feel a tiny bit of excitent.
Just a little bit.
In an instant, he suppressed it.
The reason being, these properties are definitely not all of the DE Organization’s.
Not even half, possibly.
But for Zhang Beixing.
If he were to sweep away the DE Organization’s branches one by one, like clocking in at work, with a cleanup operation.
Then, in the operation, half of what is gained is surrendered, and half stays with The Ninth Bureau.
When the money stays with The Ninth Bureau, then for Zhang Beixing, the matter becos simple, doesn’t it?
What does one person do with so much money? Leaving it with The Ninth Bureau ans it can be used elsewhere, to accomplish many more desired tasks, isn’t that a better outco?
So, Zhang Beixing decisively refused all DE Organization’s attempts to negotiate peace.
After being turned down multiple tis, the higher-ups in the DE Organization realized.
Zhang Beixing was like a stone in a pit latrine, stinky and stubborn, no way to handle him.
Rather than repeatedly humiliating themselves, it was better to continue opposing each other directly.
If willing to pay a high enough price...
Is there really no way to deal with Zhang Beixing?
...
...
...
"Yes, that’s the situation. Our extradition plan has no effect on Zhang Beixing. He is still ignoring the general standing of the world and ca to our building entrance before the extradition countdown ends. Now, he’s probably already making his way inside."
"Okay, I understand. After his squad showed up, I’ve already arranged to transfer all important data and specins. The building is basically an empty shell now. Even if Zhang Beixing overtakes it, apart from so assets, he won’t gain much. The assets aren’t much, and his spoils won’t be as plentiful as those from Lanxi and Lanbo."
"You don’t need to worry about my safety. Although the helicopters have all been destroyed by him, I still have a separate elevator that leads directly to the third basent level, where there’s a passage that connects directly to an adjacent office building. That building is my private property, and there’s an escape plane on top of it."
"Alright, then we’ll et in Lijian Country."
"..."
As the busy tone was all that was left on the phone, the president put down the phone.
In his office, there’s a complete surveillance system for the entire building.
He was able to observe the situation throughout the building from here.
Right now, Zhang Beixing hasn’t started entering the building. He’s actually outside on the phone, and he seems to be smiling.
Although surprised, and sowhat angry, this disregard is irritating.
Yet in his heart, there’s a sense of relief; at least it indicates Zhang Beixing doesn’t regard this place heavily. To him, this division is a cooked duck—ready to eat anyti without urgency.
Reflecting on this, a faint cold smile appeared on his face.
Watching Zhang Beixing’s figure on the screen, he spoke while smirking.
"Minister Zhang, this ti, your cooked duck is about to fly away."
Almost telepathically, Zhang Beixing suddenly raised his head, gazing deeply at the cara, seeming to respond with his eyes.
This reaction didn’t intimidate the president.
Instead, he raised his right hand, shaping it like a gun, then aid it at Zhang Beixing’s head and fired.
"Bang."
He mimicked a gunshot sound with his mouth, slightly raising his finger to imitate muzzle action.
Just then, Zhang Beixing didn’t flinch from his gaze.
However, after the mock shot, Zhang Beixing slightly tilted his head, as if dodging the shot.
Following the maneuver, Zhang Beixing also flashed a smile at the cara.
His gaze remained profound, staring at him.
"..."
He grabbed the water cup on the table, fiercely hurling it at the screen.
A loud crash.
Also accompanied by the sound of water from the broken glass causing so circuits in the TV to short circuit.
He looked horrified, disregarding the startled expressions of his subordinates, grabbing a small bag—his most important possession.
"You stay here, I’m going to the lab, and I’ll be back shortly."
After speaking, he slipped away at once.
The people around him are close confidants, trustworthy.
But now, he must flee.
The fewer people involved in escaping, the better, to avoid drawing too much attention.
He must escape now; bringing others would only waste ti.
These grandmaster-level martial artists, though seemingly powerful, are only formidable to regular individuals but are practically useless to Zhang Beixing. Bringing them offers no advantage.
Arriving at the elevator.
The elevator doors opened, and as he stepped in, watching them close, pressing the button for the third basent level, and with the elevator descending, his heart finally settled.
This elevator can only be accessed through a secret door in the restroom on his floor, and the other entry is on the third basent level. In the several dozen floors between, there’s no door—only walls—all fortified with concrete.
This elevator is one of the world’s finest and most advanced.
From the top floor to the third basent level, spanning over thirty stories, it takes only about thirty seconds to reach.
At this point, Zhang Beixing is still outside the building; as long as he reaches the third basent level, he’s safe.
There’s no other entrance on the third basent level, leading directly to the adjacent building.
Within the DE Organization’s division, there’s no other entry. The president, now reassured, lowered the tension caused by Zhang Beixing’s earlier smile by 80%.
When the elevator doors opened, confirming his arrival at the third basent level, his tension dropped directly below 90%.
After manually cutting off the elevator’s power, he was completely at ease.
Good, very good.
He let out a long sigh of relief, finally showing a relieved smile.
anwhile.
Still at the building entrance, Zhang Beixing.
Indeed, he was on a phone call.
And he was genuinely smiling, entirely genuine, not an act—the smile was heartfelt.
"Thank you, Director Chen."
"The information you provided has been imnsely helpful."
"Now, these waste of the building for are like turtles in a jar, at at my lip to eat whenever I desire, without hurry."
"But without your information, the turtle’s head would be lost—the head being the essence. Without it, there’s no value in consuming it, don’t you think?"
"Alright, alright, I’m off to catch the turtle head then."
"Okay, goodbye and, hahahaha, I’ll definitely treat you to a al, absolutely. It’ll be delightful for sure!"
"..."
Finishing the call, Zhang Beixing hung up and pocketed his phone.
He took out The Ninth Bureau’s internal communication device.
First addressing the extraordinary reserve squad at the embassy.
"Head to DE Organization’s building imdiately, right now."
After that, he switched to another channel, linking the Ninth Bureau Headquarters dostically.
"Dispatch a national banquet chef team to the capital of the Willpower Country, yes, now, imdiately."
"What standard?"
"Highest ceremonial standard!"
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