As it turns out, the Chopra family has no manners at all.
Ji Jue helped so much, yet Bogio didn't even say thank you. Instead, in a fit of rage, he lost his temper several tis...
Just put yourself in his shoes for a mont; you enter a room for a eting, and all your friends and family, regardless of life or death, are lying on the ground. It's probably sothing no one could accept.
That he didn't draw his sword to et Ji Jue as expected was already an extraordinary demonstration of his self-restraint.
For a mont, it seed like everything would burn together, but then, in an instant, his anger subsided. He shot a cold glance at Ji Jue and sighed softly.
"Mr. Ji, to seize the Chopra family's foundation so skillfully and forcibly—truly, every move is calculated."
"You overpraise ."
Ji Jue shook his head solemnly and corrected, "Skillfully seize? It's really unnecessary. Forcibly take over? That's even less the case... It wasn't that arduous, nor was it that troubleso."
He didn't bother to hide his intentions, nor did he bother with sweet words.
The ambition was as clear as day.
And yet, it was precisely this forthright plot that montarily silenced Bogio.
What else could be said?
At this stage, words are useless—it ultimately cos down to actions.
Just for a mont, he found himself feeling envious of Minkler, soone he never took seriously...
Why?
He suddenly wanted to ask Ji Jue, why Minkler?
I can negotiate too; we've signed contracts, shaken hands, and taken photos together. Is there anything you want that I can't give?
Such a question is pointless to ask.
The mont a choice was made, both sides were already opponents.
Even though what Ji Jue represents might be the Federation, he absolutely would not give up what was his.
After giving Ji Jue a deep look, he turned and left.
Leaving chaos in his wake.
"What's going on!"
"What the hell happened... Soone! Quickly, soone!"
"Get this guy out of here imdiately!"
"Utterly crazed!"
"Uncle Six, Uncle Six, speak! Waah waaah..."
The sounds of cries, curses, and rebukes were unending. The rare silence was shattered, leaving only the quacking of ducks. Alas, besides the futile cries, there was no redy.
Throughout, Ji Jue turned a deaf ear, peacefully sipping his tea.
"What a spectacle."
Lou Feng, arriving belatedly, looked around and raised an eyebrow at the ss. "This doesn't seem like you at all."
Ji Jue chuckled, "Do you think in your heart that I'm so kind of benevolent monk who eats vegetarian?"
"If you're a good person, then what am I? A living Buddha?"
Lou Feng sneered.
He had seen Ji Jue take harsh asures before, and he had witnessed Ji Jue killing and arson. There were plenty of tis the Coastal Industry's security teams went into the wilderness to help people disappear in broad daylight.
This cunning rascal, both sinister and ruthless, seed kind and harmless, but how many people who truly offended him are still alive today?
Just this ti...
"It's rare for you to be so open and aboveboard." He said, "Truly rare."
"The ti is too short, the needs too many. In such a situation, it must be efficient," Ji Jue sighed, "Otherwise, who wouldn't want to cast a long line to catch the big fish?"
Fishing is such a pleasure.
Sit down and make a few casts and you'll have an endless supply of materials delivered right to you. Isn't that better than working yourself to death to drain water and scour nets?
Unfortunately, there are still too few cards in hand to play, and there's no ti to hide behind the scenes and wait.
A slight test of the water's temperature and depth already stirred up waves.
Fishing was simply impossible.
Not being able to fish is fine.
Blowing up the fish works just as well.
Indeed, as the size changes, more choices are available, and the risks and pressures that can be borne are just as greater.
Before the warm-up exercises were even complete, a bunch of nobody's had already bit the dust.
The forr Ji Jue had to wait for the right mont; the Ji Jue of today can stir up storms in the Seven Cities relying solely on himself. And that's under the premise of what can see the light...One must know, destroying the Seven Cities is far easier than capturing them.
"Why is it all things that can't see the light?"
Making another round, Lou Feng slightly furrowed his brow, finding it hard to suppress his disdain.
No matter what, the Federation is still the Federation. Even in a borderland like Hai Province, there is no place for sothing akin to the Great Evil of Wulou Temple to show their faces.
Yet after arriving at Thousand Islands, these unsavory elents could beco honored guests of city lords, seeing as Minkler's relatives were weeping so bitterly, it's clear they often partied together back then, with deep feelings.
Only, in terms of numbers...
Much fewer than expected.
For the Chopra family's weight, the attracted flies are just a bit too few. Even the smallest pond is still a hole, yet only a dozen fish fry in one net...
Not even a big one?
"It indicates that the pond is bigger than we originally thought, and the water is deeper than we anticipated." Ji Jue looked toward the palace extending into the mountains, sighing lightly: "The fiercest one may not have co out yet."
Lou Feng fell silent for a mont, then turned and walked away: "I'll go prepare first."
The entire Chopra family was thrown into chaos and busyness.
On one hand, the living guests were scrambling away in fear, on another, the deceased ones needed to be quickly moved to the morgue, and then there was the already heavy original task at hand.
Every servant seen was hurrying, extraordinarily busy, and tense, afraid of making any mistakes.
Preparing for the ancestral rites and holding ceremonies...
No matter how urgent or advanced, the necessary defenses and procedures must not be missed—in fact, more offerings and dedications, even blood and performance, are required to prove the filial piety and devotion of the descendants.
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