305: Chapter 305: The Old Ho (Happy Dragon Boat Festival/Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets) 305: Chapter 305: The Old Ho (Happy Dragon Boat Festival/Please Favorite, Subscribe, and Vote for Monthly Tickets) The abrupt downpour gradually ceased, transforming into a lingering drizzle that started and stopped intermittently.
He Ao watched as the last truck disappeared into the misty curtain of rain.
He lifted the wristband in his hand, which was not his own, but Carven’s.
At this mont, the lock screen, which served to limit access, had vanished, replaced by the wristband’s main interface.
In fact, the password had already been cracked, but Carven had set passwords for every key piece of software, causing the cracking process to take longer.
This was a work wristband, with a hopage filled with work-related content.
He Ao tapped on the email icon in the top-right corner of the screen; mails neatly sorted and organized into different groups awaited him.
He opened the ‘Board’ folder at the top.
The first mail in the folder was an email with the subject [Board Resolution].
This was one of the emails Eve had picked out for him to pay special attention to.
The content was straightforward, the majority detailing Christos’s personality traits, past administrative actions, and potential asures.
The final summary stated that Christos’s rise to power would be a trendously heavy blow to the Nord Consortium’s ‘endeavor’.
These were standard analytical reports, but the crucial part was at the very bottom of the email, under [Board Resolution],
[After a board vote, in an ergency, the group is authorized to mobilize all forces to terminate Christos’s brutal rule.]
It seed this was the ‘worst-case scenario’ prepared by the Nord Consortium.
However, the details regarding the termination of Christos’s rule were not disclosed in the resolution, suggesting assassination as a possible thod.
The Nord Consortium’s plans to assassinate Christos were hardly news; Christos had openly spoken about it in nurous public addresses.
But He Ao was sowhat surprised that the Nord Consortium would openly discuss such a matter, even going as far as to put it in writing and sending it to their executive directors’ inboxes.
He Ao glanced at the tistamp of the email, which was from over a month ago, after Christos’s election.
After the election, Christos represented not just himself, but Dawn City’s next Mayor, chosen by the collective votes of Dawn City’s citizens, a representative of Dawn City’s electoral system and legal frawork.
Plotting against Christos essentially ant challenging the entire legal and regulatory frawork of Dawn City.
Nord Consortium truly is…
Wicked in plain sight.
Yet from another perspective, this might indicate that the Nord Consortium fundantally disregards laws and regulations, placing their interests above all legal systems and considering it the norm.
That’s why they could straightforwardly articulate such a resolution.
To them, taking out a Dawn City Mayor who impeded their money-making was a righteous and justified act.
He Ao grew silent for a mont, instructing Eve to copy the email.
Then, he continued browsing through the wristband and, with Eve’s recomndation, opened an investigative report about ‘Kyle Manufacturing Company’ signed by ‘Carven’.
Clearly, Carven had conducted a detailed investigation of Kyle’s factory before arriving.
The level of detail in this investigation surpassed He Ao’s expectations, covering factory hiring processes, the ‘referral fees’ and ‘salaries’ of Wilderness Hunters, as well as the factory’s raw material procurent and distribution channels, along with rough profit estimates.
Besides that, Carven had also conducted an in-depth financial investigation of the factory.
In this report, Carven believed that the factory’s profits were quite high.
Relying on the new factories Kyle had built and the new companies he had ventured into, there was no way they would deplete Kyle’s cash flow to the point of financial distress that would necessitate salary cuts or equity sale for financing.
Based on this, Carven executed a thorough investigation of Kyle’s bank accounts, confirming that Kyle had recently purchased a large amount of high-level Transcendent materials from the black market, with so even reaching Grade B.
Most of these materials ca from black market dealers who claid to be believers of the God of Chaos.
The purchase of these materials had almost drained Kyle’s cash reserves, forcing him to seek financial support elsewhere.
Therefore, Carven preliminarily deduced that Kyle likely had the need for advancent, was in urgent need of money, and this could be used as a basis for negotiations.
Furthermore, Carven concluded that Kyle’s project had been running for nearly a decade without any issues, suggesting that it is very likely a front for so influential person.
But at this point, the investigation report ca to an abrupt halt.
Carven didn’t continue writing any more content, and the last modification date of the docunt remained the night before last.
In the day’s ti, Carven had likely discovered so issue, beca aware of sothing.
However, considering today’s incident where he ca to Kyle’s factory to drive down the price, even wanting to take over Kyle’s business, it seems that even if Kyle had a backer, that person couldn’t compare to the Nord Consortium and wouldn’t obstruct the Nord Consortium’s profits.
After all, the Nord Consortium was the type that, if you dare block my money-making, wouldn’t hesitate to kill even the Mayor.
Nonetheless, in business terms, if enraging the big shot behind Kyle would cause the Nord Consortium losses far exceeding profits made from taking over ‘Kyle Manufacturing Company,’ then the Nord Consortium presumably wouldn’t engage in such a losing deal.
From this deduction, it was highly probable that Kyle and the big shot behind him didn’t dare wage war against the Nord Consortium, and they might even be in a position to ask favors from the Nord Consortium.
Therefore, Carven determined this business deal was feasible and ca over to prepare for devouring Kyle Manufacturing Company.
A clear storyline took shape in He Ao’s mind, like a thread stringing one bead after another.
He Ao gathered this clue and morized it.
He felt that there was a high chance he would need this clue later on.
If there truly existed a ‘big shot’ behind Kyle, and since they allowed Kyle to oppress the Wilderness Wanderer and even acted as his umbrella, it proved they were not friendly towards the Wilderness Wanderer.
The existence of this individual was very likely to affect the lives of the Wilderness Wanderers in Dawn City.
Besides these docunts, there was essentially nothing of great importance in Carven’s wristband.
It was probably his work wristband, which he would regularly clean out, containing only recent work-related files.
He Ao returned the wristband to Carl’s hand, glanced at the building behind him, and turned to walk out of the factory.
The relentless patter of rain finally stopped, and the dawn light pierced the clouds in the sky, spreading at his feet.
His silhouette gradually vanished in the hazy light.
As the dawn light spread, several well-dressed bodyguards burst into the factory.
They glanced at the wreckage strewn across the floor, then imdiately rushed to Carven’s lifeless body.
“Mr.
Carven?”
The foremost bodyguard lifted up Carven’s corpse.
The other bodyguards examined the remains on the ground.
“A lethal blow, the wound was caused by a tal knuckleduster that smashed right through; it appears to be the ‘Hunter Fist’ of the Hunter Gang, Kyle’s work.”
Just then, several speeding sedans ca to a screeching halt in front of the bodyguards.
About a dozen ard gang mbers rapidly jumped out of the cars.
“Where’s the boss?”
“The wreckage on the ground was from the boss’s fist; now we can’t get in touch with the boss, those bastards must have ambushed him!”
“F**k, kill them!”
The sudden burst of gunfire rang out, and before the bodyguards could react, they were engulfed in a hail of bullets.
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At that mont, He Ao had stopped in front of a sowhat dusty little door.
He wiped the dust off the electronic lock, entered the code, and with a series of soft clicks,
the door lock opened.
He Ao pushed the door and walked in, to be greeted by a room full of dust.
The room wasn’t large, but it once held the happiest monts of a boy with his parents.
In the center of the living room, neatly folded, lay a black hooded cloak with a black and white mask covered in dust upon it.
In Joey’s last battle, He Ao didn’t take the mask and cloak with him but left them at ho.
He Ao slowly extended his hand and picked up the mask.
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