Han Lihu felt a chill in his heart as Su Xiang stared at him with a smiley face and waved his hand to let his bodyguard lead the way.
Under the guidance of the bodyguard, Su Xiang and his two companions went up to the third floor of the nightclub and stopped in front of a door at the end of the hallway. The bodyguard pushed open the door, indicating that it was the place.
Upon entering the room, a huge round table ca into view. Six people were already seated by the table. Along the walls on the far outskirts of the eting room, there was another circle of chairs, and two people were seated on each chair directly facing the backs of the six seated people.
Su Xiang exchanged nods with everyone present and found an empty seat to sit down, while Zhi Rou and Shan He sat opposite behind Su Xiang.
"So this is the big shot of Huaxia’s major districts?" Zhi Rou whispered in Shan He’s ear.
Shan He turned slightly and said softly, "That’s right. You didn’t have the qualification to co to the previous few etings. Now you’ve t them all."
"Give an introduction!" Zhi Rou continued to ask.
Shan He nodded toward soone at the table and said, "See him? That’s the head of the Northeast Region, Zhao Liben." Zhi Rou followed Shan He’s gaze and saw a big fat man with a large pile of food in front of him. He was currently tearing apart a roast chicken with his hands and stuffing a chicken leg in his mouth, occasionally spitting the chicken bones onto the ground.
Then Shan He looked at a red-haired young man engrossed in fiddling with a Rubik’s Cube, trying hard to restore it, and said, "That’s the head of the Southeast Region, Liang Guangsheng."
"Haha, what a flamboyant style," Zhi Rou smirked with disdain at the non-mainstream youngster, who looked even younger than himself, with his long red hair.
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man playing with the Rubik’s Cube suddenly looked up, glaring at Zhi Rou with a fierce look. Zhi Rou was startled as if being stared down by a beast from the abyss, with a strong sense of danger enveloping him.
Su Xiang reached out to block Zhi Rou, bowed slightly, and apologized, "I’m sorry, this subordinate is still a newcor and doesn’t know better."
Liang Guangsheng’s fierce triangular eyes glanced at Su Xiang, then he snorted coldly and lowered his head to continue fiddling with his Rubik’s Cube, ignoring them.
"Are you looking for death? You dare to speak recklessly in a place like this!" Shan He lightly kicked the reckless guy beside him and said.
The oppressive feeling faded away with Su Xiang’s intervention, and only then did Zhi Rou realize the other party’s power. He breathed a sigh of relief and apologized, "You continue, I won’t interrupt."
"Next to Liang Guangsheng is the head of the Central District, Fu Rui," Shan He looked at a voluminous and charming young woman seated next to Liang Guangsheng and said.
This Fu Rui, who had suddenly disappeared from the layers of surveillance by the investigation departnt, was lazily lying on the table at this mont, her protruding chest pressed against the tabletop, drawing patterns in boredom with her fingers, creating a harsh noise as her sharp nails scraped across the table surface.
A bald, burly man with a full face of flesh sitting on her other side finally couldn’t help but roar, "Fu Rui, can you stay still for a while!"
Fu Rui turned her head towards the burly man but said nothing. Instead, she smiled and reached out with her other arm to scratch, and the hand that was scratching the table began clawing at her own arm, causing the once soft and boneless arm to turn bloody and mangled in no ti.
And throughout the whole process, Fu Rui smiled at the burly man, who felt a chill down his spine and spoke, "Okay, okay, I admit defeat. You can continue scratching the table."
Fu Rui said nothing, laid her injured arm flat down, and continued scratching the table patiently. The wounds on her arm started healing and scabbing within a minute, and finally, she wiped her arm on the table, causing the scars to fall off, and restored her arm to its original state.
"The one who spoke with Fu Rui just now was Wang Xishu, the head of the Northwest Region." After hearing Shan He’s introduction, Zhi Rou looked closely at this burly man, who had a large bald head with a big gold chain around his neck, and his two exposed arms were covered with tattoos. The noise of Fu Rui scratching the table made him quite irritated as he kept tapping his fingers on the table. Zhi Rou noticed he was missing the little and ring fingers of his left hand.
"This guy does have the look of a boss," Zhi Rou thought to himself.
According to the order, Shan He nodded to the old man beside Wang Xishu and said, "This is Du Guangyuan, the big boss of the Jiang-Zhe Region. He and Liang Guangsheng are jointly referred to as the two Guangs within the organization."
Zhi Rou looked at this old man and saw that he was wearing a common casual sumr Tang suit for middle-aged and elderly n, with a charitable face while holding a thermos, occasionally taking two sips from it. Each ti he drank the liquid, his face turned a little rosier.
Seemingly feeling Zhi Rou’s gaze, he looked up at Zhi Rou, nodded slightly, and paid his respects with a bow. Zhi Rou hurriedly stood up and returned the greeting with a bow.
Seated next to Du Guangyuan was Su Xiang, the boss of the Southwest Region, who needed no introduction, while on the boss’s right side was an extrely unkempt girl wearing pants with holes too dirty to see their original color. The clothes on her upper body were also in tatters, with her chest simply wrapped in a dark, unkempt cloth. Her long hair was knotted as if it hadn’t been washed for ages.
Zhi Rou had noticed her as soon as he entered the room, and if it weren’t for her slightly raised chest, he wouldn’t have believed she was a woman. From the start, this woman was lounging carelessly in a Grandmaster Chair, her neck tilted back staring at the ceiling without a single movent.
"Is this the big boss of the North China District?" Zhi Rou asked.
"Yes, that’s right. Her na is Wang Yiyi, and she is the head near the capital."
At that mont, Wang Yiyi, who had been lying still, suddenly let out a hoarse roar, "Ugh argh ugh!" Except for the six bosses, everyone else focused their gaze on her, only to see her yell as if she had expended a great deal of energy, then rest her head another way and continue to stare at the ceiling in a daze.
After observing her for a long ti and confirming that she was lounging again, Zhi Rou withdrew his gaze, licked his lips, and said excitedly, "According to what you said, our organization is spread nationwide?"
"Not that exaggerated, just that it’s divided this way. You could say that in these areas, we’re the biggest force of supernaturals aside from the state, but we haven’t reached the point of entirely dominating the national underground forces," Shan He explained.
Just then, the door of the room was pushed open, and Han Lihu was happily welcoming a middle-aged man dressed in a polo shirt, wearing clogs on his feet, holding a sunhat, and constantly fanning himself. The clacking sound of the clogs was exceptionally piercing in the silent venue. The visitor was Mu, who had secretly returned to the country not long ago, but this ti Shitang Longsi did not appear by his side.
Beaming with enthusiasm, Mu walked into the room, glanced around, and said with a smile, "Is everyone here? Then let’s start the eting." After speaking, he completely ignored Han Lihu’s warm reception, found a seat, and sat down.
Seeing this, Han Lihu looked awkward, his gaze coldly sweeping across the eight people present, sneering as he gave a sidelong glance to his subordinates. His subordinate, understanding his cue, brought a Grandmaster Chair and, at Han Lihu’s direction, placed the chair between Su Xiang and Du Guangyuan. Han Lihu stepped forward, bowed to Du Guangyuan, and then sat down without even glancing at Su Xiang.
Seeing this, Shan He stood up abruptly, about to get angry, when he saw Su Xiang, with his back to him, gently shake his arm up and down twice, signaling him to sit back down.
Han Lihu, seeing that none of the eight people opposed his seating at the table, turned his head provocatively to glance at Su Xiang, only to find that the latter was completely ignoring him, absorbed in fiddling with his decrepit water pipe.
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