Shao Weihua still had a smile on his face, nodding, maintaining a humble attitude with everyone he spoke to. "I believe the final say about the current state of Sin City rests with our sheriff, and I’d also like to correct a misperception: so of you may have heard this before, but I am just a middleman, not representing any party. In fact, there are two investors who cannot be here today. I will connect everyone with them later. Also, I’d like to add that this gathering is for the bidding of this land, and those interested can participate in the next bidding session."
"The show is about to begin!" Xiao Lin said as he stood up, moving to the back, deliberately making loud noises to draw attention. "Excuse , I just wanted to smoke, but unfortunately there aren’t any windows here."
"Young Master Xiao, feel free!"
"What, he’s the one who took down Troy?" At this mont, the only person who seed surprised in the room was between the two, and Xiao Lin smirked.
"Indeed, that’s , although I am not interested in Sin City." With a click, the lighter ignited, a wisp of smoke swirling up as two figures appeared on the screen.
Xiao Lin leaned against the corner, a flicker of coldness crossing his dark eyes. He wasn’t observing the people on the screen, as he had already anticipated their appearance. His focus was on the man nad Shao Weihua.
Nicholas originally intended to follow him to the back, but upon noticing the two people on the screen, he sat back down, a rare glint of hostility appearing in his blue eyes. He ran his right hand through his hair, reclining languidly in his chair as he yawned again.
"Let introduce you to these two gentlen: the renowned Wang Brothers from one of China’s four major families." Shao Weihua greeted the people on the screen. "Those from China might be familiar with them; they are leading figures back ho and are fortunate to invest here on this beautiful island..."
"Leading figures? More like cornered into it!" Xiao Lin snorted coldly. "Mr. Shao, if the Wang Brothers are already in Sicily, why not et us here face to face? What’s the purpose of this charade, or is it that these brothers have so reasons they can’t reveal, fearing to show themselves?"
"Young Master Xiao, that’s quite an interesting question, but everyone has their inconveniences."
"Mr. Shao, why don’t you reveal the base price? These discussions are aningless."
"Sin City spans a thousand acres, with most facilities ready for use and requiring little refurbishnt; however, each can modify according to their own plans, starting at five billion!"
"Five billion?"
"Ten billion, let’s not argue!" Quite the bold statent, upping the ante right off the bat.
On the screen, Wang Zhanting kept rubbing his lips. "Twelve billion!"
Before anyone could grasp the weight of this amount, suddenly soone scread. The person who had just called out ten billion stood up, pointing at the screen and shouting.
Unbeknownst to what happened, the two individuals on the screen had vanished, even Nicholas, who had been pretending to nap, got to his feet.
The screen showed a wine cellar, the room’s temperature kept around ten degrees. Montier was facing away from the screen, seemingly taking inventory in the cellar. Suddenly, a ghostly and slender figure appeared, revealing her female identity at a glance.
"Oh my God, what’s happening?"
In the ensuing chaos, Nicolas quickly sprang to the door, followed by Xiao Lin. Both rushed outside without a word.
"Mr. Shao, can you explain what’s going on here?"
Silent, Shao Weihua watched the big screen. Montier, detecting sothing amiss behind him, had no ti to return the wine bottle to the shelf before a scream erupted. A shadowy figure pierced Montier’s back, pinning him to the cabinet. His large body was lifted, and after a severe convulsion, it went limp.
With a loud bang, Montier’s heart was yanked out from the back.
Montier was dead! Without a chance to fight back, he was killed in the cellar just like Fick. When Nicholas arrived, he saw a corpse with its heart removed, and Xiao Lin imdiately realized who the perpetrator was.
"Angel!" He couldn’t help but shout the na, noticing Nicholas’s shoulder twitch.
"The body just fell. The person should still be here," Nicholas said in a deep voice, his blue eyes moving as he headed towards a column.
Perhaps it was the bloody scene, or the sudden murder left everyone confused. While the people in the box still panicked, Moro quietly followed Xiao Lin and the others out, as if that had been prearranged. In less than five minutes, the police stord into ’Bessade,’ surrounding the building, replaying the scene.
"Mr. Shao, I think it’s best to call it off this ti. With a murder happening, it seems Sicily really is not..."
"Young Master Hua, if you could intervene, that earlier footage must not be released, or our chances of finding partners will be futile." Shao Weihua sat composedly, the screen turned off.
"Mr. Shao, what do you an by this?" Sensing danger, the two people in the center began running towards the door.
"Asking to kill, that’s a task unfit for ." Only when facing the Wang Brothers did Hua Qingyi show a hint of emotion; otherwise, he wore a casual deanor. "Don’t you still have the Xiao Family’s ’Black Crow’ in your hand? Just let them do it! My hands were not made for blood."
"Have you forgotten what you promised ?" Furious at Hua Qingyi’s straightforward rejection, Shao Weihua stood up angrily.
"Shao Weihua, wanting to kill for you is out of the question. Fine, you have evidence, don’t you? Send it to the central office," Hua Qingyi said before turning to leave, leaving only three people in the box, with the hallway eerily quiet.
Just as the box door closed again, there ca two haunting screams from inside. Today’s ’Bessade’ sure is lively.
"Stop! Who are you?" Just about to reach the first floor, Hua Qingyi was stopped by soone and surrounded by several police officers.
"A guest!" He took a drag from his cigarette as he answered, while several officers rushed upstairs. "You can ask your chief; he’s right over there." (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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