Ah?
Unify the underworld?
Is your Su family in the underworld business? And you want to unify it??
The various underworld bosses looked at Su Muwan in disbelief.
Su Muwan, are you crazy?!
Hong Yaoguang's expression stiffened slightly; his initially fawning smile gradually faded.
Why were they sitting here politely listening to Su Muwan's nonsense?
It was entirely out of respect for the Su family!
But...
Now you're saying you want to unify the underworld?
Isn't that asking for their lives?!
Thinking this, he gave the others a meaningful glance.
Brothers! If we don't speak up now, it's really over!
The next second.
Bang!
An underworld boss with a cigar in his mouth slammed the table and stood up. He coldly addressed Su Muwan: "Miss Su."
"Every circle has its own rules."
"The underworld has its rules, and the martial arts families have theirs."
"Are you saying that your martial arts family also wants to meddle in our underworld affairs?"
Unifying the underworld is no small matter.
It concerns everyone's interests.
Another person also spoke indignantly: "Miss Su, we've always respected each other's boundaries, but today you not only barged into Yaoguang Corporation."
"You even injured our respected boss."
"And now... you don't even discuss it and just declare you want to unify the underworld?"
"This is simply... too much!"
With these words, some of the well-known bosses in the underworld began to murmur among themselves.
"What a joke."
"Even Song Ming hasn't come to us, and this Su Muwan, who isn't even from the underworld, is talking about unifying it?"
“Heh, she's just a youngster, not mature enough.”
"That's right, even Su Ba wouldn't dare say something like unifying the underworld!"
As the crowd resisted, Hong Yaoguang cleared his throat and looked at Su Muwan, saying sternly: "Miss Su, I dare to ask."
"If you unify the underworld, how will our respective industries and territories be allocated?"
With this question, everyone turned to Su Muwan.
In reality, no matter how Su Muwan answered,
even if she presented the most perfect plan,
they wouldn't agree.
After all, everyone wants to be the boss; who would want to be unified and taken over?
However,
to everyone's surprise,
Su Muwan, upon hearing this, simply opened her hand slowly and then... clenched it into a fist.
She coldly looked at the crowd: "It's simple."
"Your money, I want."
"Your power, I want that too."
"This isn't a negotiation with you, but... a notification to you."
Boom!!
With these words, everyone's faces turned grim.
One person couldn't hold back and stood up, angrily shouting at Su Muwan: "Su Muwan! Do you think we're too easy to bully?"
"How can you even say such things?"
"You want our money! You want our power!"
"There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world!"
"Our underworld in the North District isn't for show..."
Before he could finish,
Slap!
"Ugh——!"
Qin Luo appeared out of nowhere and slapped him across the face.
The man clutched his face and collapsed to the ground in an instant.
The effect of the true damage hit hard.
He writhed in pain, his expression shocked.
So fast!
After slapping him, Qin Luo looked at the crowd and taunted:
"What, don't you guys like it?"
This scene only further ignited their fury.
Arrogant!!!
They were all influential figures.
When had they ever suffered such humiliation?
To be threatened like this by a junior?
And even have some underling flaunting his authority?
At this moment,
"Miss Su, is this underling speaking for you?"
An elderly underworld figure, Elder Gao, slowly stood up, leaning on his cane.
"Elder Gao!"
Everyone looked at him with respect.
Elder Gao was the most authoritative old boss in the North District,
Hong Yaoguang's mentor.
Upon hearing this,
Su Muwan glanced at him and sneered: "Old man, do you even have the right to speak here?"
"If you don't want to be crippled and thrown into the Jiang Sea to feed the sharks, then shut your mouth."
"You didn't step forward when I asked who the leader was, so now... you're not worthy to speak to me."
With these words,
Sss!
Everyone gasped.
They glared angrily at Su Muwan.
Su Muwan!! You vicious woman!!
How dare you speak to our respected Elder Gao like that!
Hong Yaoguang was also furious.
Elder Gao had treated him like a father, and he had already acknowledged him as his adoptive father to care for in his old age.
But...
Now he was being insulted by Su Muwan like this?
Elder Gao's face twitched; his eyes flashed with anger.
He tapped his cane and said sternly: "Young people shouldn't be so rash."
"Unifying the underworld isn't as simple as you think..."
Before he could finish,
Slap!!
"Ugh——!"
Qin Luo slapped him again.
He mocked the stunned Elder Gao, who was lying on the ground, clutching his face: "Old man, if you're not rash, are you even a young person?"
"Your way of thinking is outdated."
"This slap is to wake you up!"
With these words,
everyone was shocked.
!!!
He even hit Elder Gao?!
Bro!
Why are you hitting everyone?!
Elder Gao was also stunned. He was just speaking reasonably.
Even if someone didn't agree, they would at least listen a little, right?
At the very least, he hadn't said anything too provocative, right?
But!
But you just slapped him like that?!
At this moment,
Hong Yaoguang, who had been suppressing his anger, roared: "Su Muwan!"
"Do you really not give us any face?"
Su Muwan looked at him.
She scanned the room and said arrogantly: "What are you? Being taken over by me is your honor."
"I haven't made you kneel and cry with gratitude, so that's already giving you face."
!!!
Arrogant!!!
Hong Yaoguang realized he had underestimated Su Muwan, the tyrant of Jiang City.
She really is!
Getting away with whatever she wants?!
Thinking this, he shouted: "Su Muwan! We don't even submit to Song Ming!"
"What makes you think you can unify our North District?"
As the words fell,
Su Muwan seemed to hear something interesting. She looked at the crowd and sneered: "What makes me?"
"It's because..."
As she spoke,
she slowly extended a finger and then... gently tapped the table.
A shocking scene unfolded.
In front of everyone's widened eyes,
the sturdy conference table, upon Su Muwan's finger touch, instantly turned into ice crystals!
Then, in the stunned gazes of the crowd, the ice crystals shattered into powder, scattering to the ground.
And Su Muwan's words followed:
"It's because I can make you all vanish from this world in one second."
With these words,
Sss!!
Everyone gasped, their eyes wide with shock.
What is this?
The entire conference room fell into complete silence, the oppressive atmosphere weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.
Each underworld boss felt an inexplicable chill rising from within.
Ah?
Is this the martial arts they know?
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