American comic: Checking in, Gwen in black stockings rolls her eyes.

Silence as death.

The entire empty factory building now resembled a giant tomb.

Time and space both froze completely after that step was taken.

That terrifying pressure, originating from Lin Feng, seemed to come from the very beginning of the universe.

Like an invisible ocean, it submerged every corner, choked everyone's throat, and crushed everyone's soul.

Hundreds of black-clad ninjas, like statues instantly petrified, remained kneeling stiffly on the ground, maintaining their various charging postures.

The swords and knives in their hands clattered and scattered all over the ground, forming a sea of ​​scrap metal.

Their bodies were trembling uncontrollably, not from the cold, but from the deepest fear originating from the very source of life.

Under that oppressive aura, they didn't even have the courage to raise their heads.

They could only press their foreheads firmly against the cold, dirty cement floor, like the most humble ants, begging for forgiveness from that godlike being.

Meanwhile, the situation was even more dire for high-ranking members of the Truth Society, such as Stickman and Night Owl.

"Ho...ho..."

The old man's throat emitted hoarse, wheezing breaths, like a broken bellows.

His already distorted face was now even more deformed due to extreme fear, his features almost squeezed together.

He felt as if he were being crushed by an invisible mountain.

Every bone groaned, every inch of flesh howled.

That power not only acted on his body, but also penetrated directly into the depths of his soul.

It shattered his proud will and the resilience he had honed over decades.

He had used all his strength, and his eyes were bloodshot.

With great difficulty, inch by inch, he lifted his gaze from the ground and looked toward the source of the oppressive aura.

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286: How dare you! That man?!

That man.

That person was, from beginning to end, his prey.

He was seen as a young, easily manipulated "pretty boy" by Fox and Jessica's side.

At this moment, Lin Feng simply stood there quietly.

With his eyelids half-closed, he seemed like an ancient, unchanging deity, indifferently looking down upon the masses below.

Those dark eyes, devoid of any emotion, were more unsettling than the deepest abyss.

"Pfft!"

The old man could no longer hold on; his knees buckled, and he knelt heavily on the ground.

The impact of his kneecap against the concrete floor produced a dull thud, but he felt no pain whatsoever.

Because physical pain is insignificant compared to the endless fear of the soul being crushed.

"Sir...sir...spare my life..."

His lips trembled, and he used all his strength to squeeze out those words from his throat.

His voice was hoarse and dry, filled with a humble plea.

The previous vengeful pleasure and cruel grin had vanished without a trace.

Instead, they wag their tails and beg for mercy like stray dogs.

"My lord! We were blind to your greatness! We were incredibly audacious! We...we deserve to die a thousand deaths!"

Night Owl also knelt down, kowtowing and weeping as he confessed.

His previous condescending sarcasm was gone; his handsome face was now filled with terror and despair.

As he spoke, he slapped himself hard across the face, making a series of sharp "slap slap" sounds.

"Please, sir, give us a chance! A chance to be your slaves!"

"We are willing to be slaves! We are willing to be your most loyal dogs!"

The other high-ranking members of the Truth Society also seemed to wake up from their daze, rushing to their knees and frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"My lord! The Truth Society! We are willing to offer up the entire Truth Society! All its assets, all its bases, all its networks around the world, everything! Everything!"

A high-ranking official shouted hoarsely, fearing that if he spoke too slowly, he would be eliminated on the spot.

"Not only! Not only!"

The other person immediately added.

“I…I have thirty-seven anonymous accounts in Swiss banks, totaling over eight billion US dollars! I also have a private island in the Caribbean and diamond mines in South America! Just say the word, sir, and it’s all yours!”

“Mine! Mine is yours too! I control over a dozen arms distribution channels in Europe, and several political figures in various countries are my pawns! I’m willing to give all of this to you, just please spare my dog’s life!”

For a time, cries of pleas for mercy, confessions, and offerings of treasures rose and fell, filling the air.

These are the big shots whose mere stomp in the underground world can cause an earthquake.

At this moment, in order to survive, they have abandoned all their dignity and personality (good for them).

They vied to lay bare all the wealth, status, and secrets they had accumulated throughout their lives before Lin Feng, as if dumping garbage.

Just to have a glimmer of hope.

What they promised was immense wealth and terrifying power that would make any country take notice.

A deeply entrenched underground empire that has infiltrated every industry around the world.

This is enough to make countless people's hearts flutter.

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287: I won the bet!

Hearing this, even Fox, who was used to big scenes, couldn't help but breathe more rapidly.

A look of disbelief, shock, and fervor flashed in his eyes.

What is that concept?

That's not just tens or hundreds of millions of assets, but a massive fortune calculated in tens or even hundreds of billions of US dollars!

That's not a local gang.

Instead, they are terrorist organizations that are spread all over the world and can influence the political situations of small countries!

If I could have all of this...

The Assassin's Guild's strength will expand to an unprecedented level in an instant.

He could even rise to become the true uncrowned king of the underworld!

The temptation of 113 was too great, so great that Fox's heart began to pound.

She glanced at Lin Feng instinctively, her eyes filled with a hint of inquiry and expectation.

Perhaps... perhaps we can keep them.

Let them atone for their crimes and perform meritorious service, so that this vast empire can be handed over smoothly.

However, Jessica's expression remained cold and indifferent.

Her stunningly beautiful face remained completely expressionless, as if the wealth those people spoke of, enough to drive the world mad, was nothing more than a bunch of meaningless numbers.

She looked at the group of disgraceful Truth Society leaders with undisguised contempt and disgust in her eyes.

What is wealth? What is status?

In her heart, all of this combined couldn't compare to a single hair on Lin Feng's head.

Lin Feng's will is her only truth.

The life and death of these ants are entirely in Lin Feng's hands; they have no right to bargain.

Just then, Lin Feng, who had been silent all along, finally reacted.

He slowly raised his eyelids, a half-smile curving his lips.

There was a hint of amusement and mockery in his eyes, as if he were watching a group of clowns putting on a farcical show.

"You still need to give it to me?"

He spoke softly, his voice not loud.

Yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone present, bringing the cacophony of pleas for mercy to an abrupt halt.

The old man and the others felt a sudden chill run down their spines, a sense of foreboding rising within them.

Lin Feng's gaze slowly swept over them, and he said calmly:

"From the moment you stepped into this room and agreed to the bet, the entire Truth Society, including your lives, no longer belonged to you."

“I won the bet. Therefore, the Truth Society is my spoils of war.”

His voice was calm and undisturbed, yet it carried an unquestionable, declarative power of the laws of nature.

"As for you..."

Lin Feng's smile slowly faded, revealing his dark eyes.

In an instant, it became as cold as ancient ice, devoid of any emotion.

"...Trash, it has no reason to exist."

The moment the words fell, an aura of death ten times stronger than before descended with a deafening roar!

despair!

A bone-chilling, endless despair instantly overwhelmed the hearts of Stick, Night Owl, and all the other high-ranking members of the Truth Society!

They get it.

From the very beginning, they never intended for them to live! The so-called bet was nothing more than a cat-and-mouse game!

Begging for mercy is useless, offering everything is useless! Only death awaits them!

When a person is driven to the brink of despair, and even death becomes their only option.

The madness and ferocity suppressed deep within will then erupt completely!

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288: Gods? Blasphemers!!

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

On the grotesque face of the stick-wielder, fear was instantly replaced by overwhelming resentment and madness!

He let out a shrill roar that sounded inhuman, his entire emaciated body trembling.

At this moment, it strangely swelled up, with blue veins bulging under its skin.

Like a twisted dragon, wisps of black energy ignited from his pores like flames!

"You little beast! How dare you not give us a way out?!"

"Since we're going to die anyway, let's die together!!"

"Secret Technique: Asura Blood Burning!"

The old man with the stick was like a madman, burning his life, his soul, and all the power he could muster.

In that instant, he transformed all his life's cultivation into a desperate, suicidal attack that would take everyone down with him!

"boom!"

A power far surpassing his peak, filled with destruction and ominous aura.