I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

Wufeng Hotel.

The top-floor conference room offers a panoramic view of the bustling cityscape on both sides of the Huangpu River.

At this time, people kept pushing the door open and entering the room. The first three to enter had short hair and upright posture, and they looked like they had undergone special training.

The three men, expressionless, pulled out their chairs and sat down in almost unison.

They had only been seated for less than three minutes when the conference room door was pushed open again, and a middle-aged man wearing a simple t-shirt walked in, followed by a young woman with sharp eyes.

Upon seeing the three people already seated at the table, the woman instantly exuded an aura of vigilance.

The three of them were ready to let go the moment the door opened.

"Are you three from the Weilong team?"

The middle-aged man, with a cigarette between his fingers, recognized the three men by their attire, smiled, and introduced himself: "Luo Chun, Vice President of the Pucheng Martial Arts Association."

The three of them stood up at the same time, as if they had received an order, and bowed slightly to Luo Chun.

"Weilong Team, Mountain Battalion, Sixth Group Leader Cheng Feng."

The man in the lead spoke, while the other two merely expressed politeness without introducing themselves.

Here, apart from the team leader who has a name, they only have code names and are merely shadows of the team leader.

The team leader was Cheng Feng, and the others were Cheng Er and Cheng San.

"So it's Team Leader Cheng. I've heard so much about you."

Luo Chun said something politely and then sat down next to them.

Before the pleasantries were even finished, the door opened again, and people came in one after another. Some of them knew each other, while others were meeting for the first time.

The meeting room gradually filled with more than a dozen people, all waiting for Huang Laoguai's final appearance.

They knew that Old Huang was injured and it was good enough that he could come at all; no one cared that he was a little late.

The door opened again, and everyone thought it was Old Monster Huang who had arrived, so they quickly got up.

Upon seeing who it was, they lowered their backsides again. It wasn't Old Monster Huang, but an elderly man with long hair.

He squinted, as if he didn't see anyone in the conference room, and walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze falling on the Huangpu River and the buildings on both sides.

Those who knew him exchanged glances, curious about his background. They asked around, but no one present knew who he was.

When the door was pushed open again, Huang Laoguai's hearty laughter came through.

"Has everyone arrived?"

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Luo Chun and the others stood up and looked at Old Monster Huang respectfully.

Seeing his rosy complexion and vigorous gait, Luo Chun's eyes flashed with doubt.

Not only him, but many people at the meeting stared at Huang Laoguai with curiosity.

Didn't I receive news yesterday that Huang Laoguai was about to die?

This doesn't look like someone who's about to die.

He walked with more ease than some young people, showing no signs of being injured.

The long-haired old man standing in front of the French windows saw Huang Laoguai enter and turned around to bow respectfully to him.

"You've arrived."

The two seemed to know each other well, and the long-haired old man was particularly respectful to Huang Laoguai.

Old Huang introduced to everyone, "Master Fu Lei, I specially invited him to resolve the double-knife evil spirit on the Huangpu River."

Fu Lei bowed slightly to the crowd, his face expressionless.

Apart from Huang Laoguai, no one knew that he came from some mysterious hidden organization.

We won't take action here unless absolutely necessary.

They sent someone to explain that the situation was quite serious.

As everyone took their seats, Xu Yuan slowly walked into the conference room.

"Sorry, I went to the wrong place earlier, I'm a little late."

"Little guy, you seem to have gone to the wrong place again?"

Luo Chun, with a cigarette between his fingers, leaned back in his chair and stared at Xu Yuan as he entered.

"We're having a meeting here; not just anyone can come in. Get out of here now."

"You didn't go to the wrong place, you didn't go to the wrong place."

Old Huang chuckled and waved to Xu Yuan: "This is Mr. Xu Yuan, whom I invited."

"What?"

Luo Chun thought he had misheard and exchanged glances with several people he knew.

"Old Huang, you're not joking with us, are you?"

This guy is hardly a teacher; he's probably just a student.

The matter we're discussing is of great importance.

To put it bluntly, it even concerns the life and death of Pucheng and even China.

"Did you bring a child here to amuse us?"

In the past, Luo Chun would never have dared to speak to Old Huang like that.

When he met Elder Huang, he even knelt down to speak.

But ever since Old Huang was injured, everyone knew that he was not long for life, and they began to look down on him.

"He's no ordinary student."

Old Huang showed no anger whatsoever. Instead, he patiently explained, "This Mr. Xu has healed the internal injuries of a dying man like me."

"We invited him here today mainly to broaden his horizons, and no one is saying we should listen to him, right?"

Besides, I can guarantee he won't go around saying anything.

They mostly ignored the last two sentences and looked at Old Huang in disbelief.

"Old Huang, what did you just say? He healed your internal injuries?"

"Doesn't it look like it?"

Old Huang was afraid they wouldn't believe him, so he deliberately stood up and showed them around.

The old man also felt that he was about to die.

But even the King of Hell wouldn't take me! Mr. Xu's miraculous healing touch brought the old man back to his senses, and he was full of energy again.

He glanced at Luo Chun seemingly casually: "If you don't believe me, let's go down to the boxing ring and try it out. I guarantee you're no match for me."

Luo Chun waved his hand awkwardly: "How could I possibly be a match for Elder Huang?"

"If Elder Huang has truly recovered, we will be overjoyed."

This is a blessing for our Pucheng.

The others echoed this sentiment, offering their congratulations to Old Huang and glancing at Xu Yuan a few more times.

Where did this come from? I've never heard of it before.

Sitting next to Huang Lao, Fu Lei also raised his eyelids and exchanged a glance with Xu Yuan, who was sitting at the end of the table by himself.

As he looked at her, Xu Yuan was also looking at him; they both saw a kindred spirit in each other.

They both have long hair, and their breathing is even somewhat synchronized.

The only difference is that Xu Yuan was too young.

"Alright, everyone, please sit down."

As Mr. Huang's expression turned serious, the meeting room fell silent instantly. The bodyguards Mr. Huang brought at the door closed the door, isolating the inside from the outside, so that no sound could be heard from inside.

"I don't need to explain why I've gathered everyone here."

He casually pointed to the window behind him, where a building shaped like two swords was about to be topped out.

The building stands on the riverbank, like two knives plunged into the heart of the Huangpu River, which resembles a water dragon.

"Previously, I tried to destroy the evil energy forming in the building, but unfortunately I failed."

Now that the building is nearing completion, demolition is no longer an option.

Once the Double Blade煞 (a type of malevolent energy) is formed, not only will the dragon vein of Pucheng be damaged.

Whether it affects the economy or simply disappears, if it impacts the nation's destiny or shakes the very foundation of the suppression of the underwater forces, we will have offended history.

"What are your thoughts?"