Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

Looking at the swaying revolving door, Murphy's expression was calm, eerily calm.

"Let's go."

Wilson stood behind Murphy, and only after the two had left the restaurant did he finally ask, "Sir, are we just going to leave it at that?"

"never mind?"

Murphy flashed a bright smile. "What do you think, Wilson? I'll leave this to you. Remember, I want it alive."

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west.

Leaning back in the self-heating leather chair, Betty, having finished a day's work, still had a trace of lingering anger on her face, but the thought of spilling coffee all over Murphy's face that morning made her want to laugh.

However, Linda, who was driving, clearly had a different idea.

"Ms. Betty, wasn't what you just did... a bit too much?"

Betty turned her head, stared at Linda's profile, and sneered.

"Excessive? You think it's excessive?"

Linda didn't say anything.

Betty leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs.

"Linda, do you know what I hate most about you? It's this overly cautious way you are."

"And you think you can threaten me with a few scraps of paper? Pshaw! I'm doing him a favor by throwing coffee in his face. I wouldn't even bother throwing coffee at anyone else."

Linda's lips moved, but in the end she only nodded slightly.

Linda had been Betty's secretary for several years and had seen all sorts of people.

In this situation, she also developed her own set of judgment standards.

But Murphy's behavior at the restaurant today felt strange to him.

He was too calm, so calm that it was as if he wasn't the one being insulted.

Linda had a strong feeling that Betty might have messed up.

Even though she could tell, Linda didn't dare to say anything.

She was Betty's secretary; when Betty fell, she was finished too.

Now all he can do is take it one step at a time.

"Hopefully... I'm just overthinking it," Linda thought to herself, feeling worried.

However, Betty didn't see through Linda's thoughts.

"Linda, remember to contact a few more media outlets tomorrow and write a few more articles to amplify the publicity. I want everyone in Texas to know what kind of person that guy surnamed Mo is."

"He doesn't like to pretend to be a saint, so I'll strip away his disguise and let everyone see what he's really like."

"clear."

Linda responded.

Betty didn't say anything more, just stared out the window, a slow smile spreading across her lips.

"Trying to fight me? Hah!"

Before he could finish speaking, the car drove into a dimly lit section of road.

Due to centralized energy supply, streetlights have been shut off in most parts of Houston, except for a few bustling areas.

The road they were traveling on was the same, only dotted with a few dim lights.

Linda instinctively slowed down.

Just then, a deep engine roar came from ahead.

Betty instinctively leaned forward to look.

At the corner ahead, the outline of a heavy truck suddenly appeared, its headlights shining blindingly at us.

Linda's heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to step on the brakes, two more bright lights flashed in her rearview mirror.

Another truck came from behind, completely blocking their retreat.

"What's going on?!"

Betty's voice suddenly became shrill.

Linda didn't have time to answer because both trucks had braked simultaneously, trapping the car between them.

Immediately afterwards, four figures rushed out of the alley.

The man in the lead rushed to the side of the car and raised his right hand.

"Bang!"

The fist, encased in an exoskeleton, smashed through the car window.

Betty instinctively shrank back, about to scream, but the man had already reached in and ripped open the car door lock.

The next second, the car door was pulled open, and a large, iron-like hand grabbed Betty's arm and dragged her out of the car.

"Ah!! Let me go!! Do you know who I am?! Let me go!!"

Betty struggled desperately, but the hand remained motionless.

Linda was also dragged out of the driver's seat by the other two people.

However, she did not struggle; she simply stared at the dark figures with a pale face.

Only then did Betty finally see the face of the person in the lead clearly; it was none other than the man who had stood behind Murphy earlier that day.

Wilson looked down at Betty, who was being held in mid-air and struggling desperately, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Ms. Betty, Mr. Murphy asked me to give you my regards."

The next second, Wilson's fist had already smashed into the back of her head.

Betty's vision went black immediately, and her body went limp.

On the other hand, Linda received the same treatment.

Having successfully captured the two men alive, Wilson couldn't help but let out a cold snort. These idiots actually dared to threaten their superior.

Wilson released his grip, letting Betty's body slide to the ground, and gestured with his chin to the two people beside him.

"take away."

Two minutes later, as the car was pulled into the cargo bed of the truck, the two trucks quickly drove away.

After an unknown amount of time, Betty and Linda finally woke up.

The room was small, with clutter piled up in the corners, and the air was filled with a mixture of engine oil, rust, and some kind of indescribable damp and musty smell.

The next second, the original memories flooded back into my mind.

Betty then began to struggle violently.

Linda, who had also woken up, did not react at all. She simply curled up into a small ball as much as possible, lowered her head, as if trying to melt herself into the floor.

"Let me go!! You bunch of lunatics!! Do you even know who I am?!"

Betty twisted her body, trying to get up from the ground, but because her ankles were tied, she fell back down after only getting halfway up.

Although she couldn't stand up, Betty didn't give up and continued to shout.

"You dare touch me?! I'm the representative of the UEG Energy Affairs Committee!! I am..."

"I know who you are," said Ms. Wang Cuihua.

The moment those three words were uttered, it was like a needle piercing Betty's brain.

"What...what did you call me?"

"Wang Cuihua," Murphy repeated, her tone casual, "the name your parents gave you is quite nice, why don't you use it?"

"Shut up!!!"

Betty's face flushed instantly, and she struggled to headbutt Murphy.

But as soon as she moved, Wilson stepped forward and lifted her off the ground like a chicken.

"Put me down!! Let me go!!!"

Murphy glanced at Wilson, who instantly understood and threw Betty to the ground.

Although she had temporarily escaped disaster, Betty still did not give in. Instead, she stared intently at Murphy, her eyes filled with hatred.

"You think you can scare me like this? Let me tell you, if I don't show up in the office tomorrow, the investigation team will start the process."

"The UEG will find this place in forty-eight hours at most. Then, you and your lousy factory will all be wiped out!"

"Ms. Cuihua, have you ever heard of sugar-coated apples?"

Murphy didn't respond, but continued talking to himself.

"You might not be familiar with this, but I can tell you. Sugared apples are a form of punishment popular among Seattle gangs."

"It is said that they would behead their enemies and then hang the heads on lampposts."

"Over time, it will slowly attract insects, and from a distance, it looks like an apple covered in icing."

As Murphy recounted his story, Betty's face began to turn pale.

"Of course, I've only heard about it. Have you heard of Ms. Wang Cuihua? And Ms. Wu?"