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As the sun gradually sets, the shadows of the two extend infinitely in the slanting sunlight, until they gradually engulf the shadow of the other person.

Wesley stood three steps away from Lynn, his posture extremely respectful, yet with a hint of humility.

He knew very well that what had just happened was just an "appetizer," and the conversation that followed was the real deal.

As for the dead underlings, no one would care. Frank, who made the move, didn't care, and Wesley was even less likely to give them a second glance.

If given the chance, he would not hesitate to shoot and kill the other three.

He then bowed slightly, forcibly calming his mind.

No one could remain calm in the face of this man who had almost shattered Kingpin's Black Empire with his overwhelming power.

Lynn didn't speak, but simply looked him over with a smile.

He had originally thought that Roxon Industries would send someone first, but now... it was actually Kingpin's strategist.

He was even the first person to visit.

This humble attitude, coupled with the lack of hostility towards him... suddenly gave Lynn a guess.

However, the outcome of this prediction is unlikely to be pleasant.

He opened his mouth with a smile.

"Don't worry. Frank isn't very polite, but I am. As an Asian, politeness is the most important thing to me."

"So...you've come to take revenge on me?"

The words fell.

Before Lynn could even give a signal, Frank had already walked down the steps and toward Wesley.

When they stood face to face, the three Wesleys' Adam's apples bobbed uncontrollably, and their pupils suddenly contracted.

Frank's mere presence was like an insurmountable mountain, pressing down on them and making it hard for them to breathe.

"No...that's not it!"

"Mr. Lynn, I'm here to deliver a gift!"

"Today is your first day taking over the Fisker Building. During this time, I've specifically researched Eastern culture..."

"Guests visiting at this time should prepare a gift, and as a guest, I naturally will not forget such etiquette."

As he spoke, Wesley made no rash move.

He simply instructed his underlings to bring out the equipment, and at the same time immediately took out an encrypted hard drive from his pocket and handed it over with both hands.

Lynn didn't take it, watching Frank step forward, take the hard drive, insert the device, and quickly scan it, while speaking.

"This is……?"

Wesley immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is my personal gift. Inside are detailed files on all the former Kingpin subordinates that I know. They're all here."

"This includes their strongholds, businesses, weaknesses, who is plotting against you, and..."

"Who can be bribed?"

"I hope you like this gift."

Lynn's lips curled up slightly, his meaning quite clear... he had indeed come to surrender, but he wouldn't trust the person in front of him.

He was ruthless enough to turn on his own people, and it has to be said that this decisiveness was somewhat similar to Kingpin's.

No wonder he's qualified for this position...

To be noticed by Kingpin, he must be no ordinary person; at the very least, to become a strategist, he must be exceptionally skilled in tactics.

Perhaps this is part of his plan?

Lynn suppressed his suspicions.

"So you've sold them out completely?"

"I have to say, in some ways you and Kingpin are a bit alike, equally arrogant and with absolute self-confidence."

He then chuckled a few times, but the laughter sounded somewhat jarring in the empty square.

"You have guts, you dared to come before me in person and risk your life... However, I don't trust you."

"Or rather... there's nothing about you that resonates with me!"

After saying that, Lynn stared intently at him.

Wesley looked directly into those unsettling eyes, expressing his confidence in his professional abilities.

"I choose the strongest option. Kingpin is dead, so I naturally need to find a new boss. As for trust... that's not important."

"As long as I am of use to you, for example, I can arouse the anger of some of Kingpin's old guard, that is the best trust you can have."

At this point, Wesley suddenly paused and looked at Frank, who was still checking the information beside him.

"Compared to other forces, I feel that I can make the most of my abilities here with Mr. Lynn, and you are also worthy of my service."

"Furthermore... I have absolute confidence in your strength and abilities; Mr. Frank is the best example."

Lynn scoffed.

It seems to be a side effect of strength.

No wonder this man was hostile towards him this morning, hiding in his car and not daring to show himself. Now he has changed his mind and plans to surrender.

Wesley wasn't just afraid of him as a person.

It's also because we see that he has the ability to change others!

Lynn didn't believe Wesley was unaware of Frank's information; neither side knew how many battles they had fought.

Seeing the completely transformed Frank now, it's likely that this is the main reason Wesley decided to defect.

Once Lynn understood this, she felt no burden.

"Okay, I'll give you a chance."

"Within a week, find out the specific information about the parties that came today, such as the Roxon Energy Group."

"Even if Kingpin had cooperated with them before, they shouldn't have jumped out in the first place. They couldn't have come here just for revenge, could they?"

"And Osborn Industries, the remnants of the Hammerhead Gang, these forces—find out exactly what their motives are against me."

"If you can give me a satisfactory answer within a week, I'll accept your surrender and make you one of my own. How about it?"

Wesley immediately nodded in agreement.

"good!"

After the two parties parted ways.

Inside the Land Rover, the younger brother wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with lingering fear and spoke with some reluctance.

"Are we really going to investigate those forces? You have to understand, those forces are behemoths to us, we..."

"Of course. We definitely have to go, but... isn't investigating a matter between us and those forces?"

……

Frank watched Wesley turn and leave until his taillights disappeared around the corner before walking up to Lynn.

His eyes were filled with deep confusion.

If Lynn hadn't given him a heads-up beforehand, he would have taken care of those four on the spot.

"These documents are fine."

"but……"

"Are you really going to accept Wesley's defection?"

Lynn took a deep drag on his cigar and looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot. Could alchemical potions make a person's head pointy?

Do I look like an idiot?

"So...you're using him?"

"good."

Lynn exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes sharp.

"I'm just sending a signal to the outside world. Do you think we're the only ones on this street? There are countless eyes watching us."

"Wesley has just shown up, and other factions may already know about him. It's not a bad thing to let him draw some fire."

"It would be best if he lived, but if he died, so be it. Whether he brings back intelligence or not is not important to me."

"Anyway, it's only a week. Either he'll die at someone else's hands, or he'll die at your hands. Don't worry."

After saying that, he looked around, got up, and patted his bottom.

"Let's go, it seems we won't have any guests today."