Just as Apel's little head was finding the matter rather incredible, the subsequent events and the tidal wave of chaos they unleashed left her utterly dumbfounded. She finally understood that the "wild claims" Chen Fei had made on the phone were no joke at all.
In just one night, when Apel woke up the next day, bid Chen Fei a reluctant goodbye, and prepared to return to her company to resu work, she was horrified to see the news plastered everywhere. Nearly every dia outlet was reporting or lambasting the scandals involving the Sicilian Family and the Japanese Asou Clan! Furthermore, the stock prices of nearly all their publicly listed companies had plumted off a cliff the mont the market opened that morning.
And that wasn't even the most frightening part. The most terrifying thing was that, overnight, more than thirty percent of the countries in Europe had clearly declared their intention to move against all industries belonging to the Sicilian Family and the Japanese Asou Clan. These were entire nations...
Subsequently, world-famous super-conglorates from all over Europe also began to act. The industries under the two families suffered devastating attacks from all sides. Relevant law enforcent agencies in various countries launched administrative investigations. Many families and businesses that had previously been on the sa boat, closely tied to the Sicilian Family or the Japanese Asou Clan, began to scramble in panic to distance themselves. They were terrified of being inexplicably dragged into this horrific "targeting."
Indeed, at this point, anyone with even the slightest bit of sense could see that the Sicilian and Aso families had provoked so "super, super, super big trouble"! In this situation, they wouldn't even have ti to hide, so why would they foolishly rush in like idiots? That would be the act of pigs, wouldn't it? And they were certainly not pigs.
BANG!
"Why is this happening? Can any of you stand up right now and tell ! Why? Why are so many people suddenly coming after us? What in the world is going on?! Speak!"
In Sicily, Italy, within a low-profile eting room nestled among rows of magnificent buildings, a powerful Blood Clan mber of the Sicilian Family, concealed in the shadows, slamd his clenched fist onto the dark, special tal round table before him. A deep fist-shaped crater appeared as the table shook violently. The entire room filled with his furious, hysterical roars.
Yet, even within those roars, there was an unmistakable tremor in his voice.
There was nothing to be done. In a single night, so many terrifying families, corporations, powers, and even entire nations had moved against their Sicilian Family. And they had done so in a completely rciless and unforgiving manner. How could he not be terrified?
After all, within the European Dark World, their Sicilian Family was, at best, second-rate. But now, even First-Class powers were taking action against them. Why?! Why!
Amidst that hysterical, trembling roar, the other Blood Clan mbers at the round table remained silent, their faces twitching and pale. They knew all too well what this ant: an attack from a First-Class power was no different from a catastrophe.
"Could it... could it be a counterattack from the Brad Family? From the news reports, the Aso Family is in dire straits too..." After a long silence, a golden-haired, double-chinned old man could no longer bear the atmosphere. He murmured, his face ashen, his forehead dotted with beads of cold sweat that glistened in the dim light. His eyes trembled with shock and horror.
How could anyone have predicted this? Overnight, not only had the assets and industries of the Sicilian Family collapsed, but more than thirty percent of the countries in Europe had also turned against them. What was this? How could sothing so impossible be happening?
"Sikam, can you say that again? The Brad Family? Are you serious? They can barely protect themselves now, how could they possibly possess such terrifying power?! Besides, even before their decline, do you think they had the ability to pull sothing like this off? Is that even possible?" The powerful Blood Clan mber who had spoken first was stunned for a mont. Then, as if finding a target for his rage, he roared furiously.
The Brad Family? Even at their peak, before their decline, it's doubtful they possessed this level of influence and power. We're talking about more than thirty percent of the countries in Europe, and countless world-famous super-conglorates... The Brad Family? Absolutely not!
Hearing this, the Blood Clan mber nad Sikam fell silent, his face growing even more panicked.
That's right. Even the Brad Family at their zenith couldn't have wielded such terrifying power, let alone now... Then who is it? Who is moving against the Sicilian Family? And with such suddenness and ferocity. In almost a single night, they've nearly brought our family and the Aso Family to the brink of complete annihilation! Such horrifying power... it's simply too terrifying!
"Clan... Clan Leader... E-esteed Yuann..."
As the eting room descended into a chilling, dreadful silence, a tall, thin, pale-skinned man with sunken eyes stumbled in, his face trembling with sheer horror. Although he was desperately trying to conceal his fear, it was a futile effort. The terror in his eyes and on his pale face completely betrayed him.
"What is it? Pierro, didn't I tell you not to disturb us? What is going on? What happened!?"
Seeing the sunken-eyed man appear, the powerful Blood Clan mber in the shadows reflexively grew angry. They were discussing matters vital to the family's survival; how could they tolerate an outsider's interruption? However, the mont he saw the undisguisable terror on Pierro's face, his heart plumted, as if he'd already guessed the reason.
The others in the room also sensed sothing was terribly wrong from Pierro's deanor, and their faces tightened. The elder nad Sikam, his expression a mixture of panic and fury, couldn't hold back. "Fuck! What the hell are you just standing there for?! What happened? Spit it out!"
"Clan... Clan Leader... Yuann Sikam... w-we just received a phone call outside," Pierro stamred, his body jolting.
"A phone... phone call? Whose call? Spit it out, damn it!" the powerful Blood Clan mber in the shadows trembled, a terrible premonition taking hold.
Fear flooded the sunken-eyed man's eyes once more. "He... he said he's the number two leader of the Scorched Earth Sect, Ma-Mardo. Clan Leader, Yuann, he wants to speak with you personally!"
"The... the number two leader of the Scorched Earth Sect... Mardo!?"
Everyone in the eting room sucked in a sharp breath.
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