"Shut up!" Mr. Li seed to sense sothing was wrong in the atmosphere of the private room, and he raised his submachine gun, pointing it at Drew.
However, the person beside him was quick to react and pressed down on Mr. Li’s gun barrel.
"Mr. Li, now is not the ti to deal with Drew. We need to use him to buy so ti," said the person holding down the gun barrel, who was also from the Elder Faction. "If he dies, Garcia’s people will definitely launch a full-scale attack without hesitation."
"Ha ha, you can’t even kill ," Drew burst out laughing, looking around at the twenty-five people present—twenty-four bosses and Rodney. He saw a hint of temptation in so of their eyes and intensified his approach, "I think we need to have a vote to decide."
"Vote?" Mr. Li snorted coldly, "What exactly do you want to do?"
"I just want to give everyone a chance," Drew replied. "I can promise that those who vote for , I can take you out of here, and I’ll talk to the people outside and give you three hours to await the Envoy."
He laughed, "How about it? Isn’t this a good deal?"
"Three hours..." Mr. Li repeated Drew’s words, his tone wary, "Why should I believe you?"
"Why?" Drew shook his head. "I’ve been with you for so many years; can’t you trust one more ti?"
"Fine, I hope you keep your promise," Mr. Li frowned, agreeing reluctantly.
So, he also looked around at the various bosses with uncertain expressions, "Okay then, let’s vote."
"Very good, very bold." Drew praised, then continued, "Those willing to leave with , please stand behind ."
All the bosses looked at each other, none of them moving their feet first.
"You only have three minutes to think," Drew said, pressuring them one last ti, "After the ti is up, I won’t recognize your choice."
The private room then fell into silence, Rodney looked at the bosses conniving among themselves and furrowed his brows slightly.
He really liked the atmosphere in the Taigong Dynasty, where everyone was reasonable, unlike the underground gangs of the past, which was why he had joined the Taigong Dynasty in the first place.
"Sorry everyone, I really don’t want to die." Finally, a boss from the Newcor Faction stepped forward, and he walked behind Drew, then bowed his head, avoiding Mr. Li’s gaze.
Everyone present had received Mr. Li’s favors; without Mr. Li, they wouldn’t be where they were today.
However, this gratitude wasn’t enough to make so of them willingly stay here to face death.
Once one person took the lead, four or five more from the Newcor Faction ca out and stood behind Drew.
"Alright, you all, very good," Mr. Li was so angry that his beard trembled, his expression dark as he stared at those behind Drew, his heart full of words ultimately turning into silence.
"Does no one else want to leave?" Drew looked around again, by then, seven or eight people were standing behind him, the vast majority from the Newcor Faction, and only one from the Elder Faction.
"Alright," he nodded, a mocking smile appearing on his face, "since it’s like this, you can be on your way."
Drew suddenly ducked down; his body was thin, and his action was swift, such that none of those behind him could react in ti.
Then, Mr. Li’s submachine gun spit out flas, dozens of bullets spraying out from the dark muzzle, instantly shredding those treacherous bosses.
"Li Si! It was all your sche!" One boss, exceptionally tenacious in life, shot several tis but still breathing, almost instantly understood the whole situation.
It was all just an act by Mr. Li, conspiring with Drew, just to root out these seemingly united but secretly disloyal bosses!
In a mont, consud by sudden fury and betrayal, he coughed blood continuously and then abruptly passed away.
"Very well," Mr. Li said indifferently, standing in the center of the private room, his deanor returning to its usual calm, "so then, those present are all ticulously selected, loyal elites who are capable of great responsibilities."
Rodney blinked, stepping back slightly; he felt he shouldn’t stand beside these people but didn’t know if he should leave.
"You too, kid," Mr. Li’s gaze swiftly locked onto Rodney, "Today we’ve lost many leaders, and since you’re here and made the right choice..."
"Their territories, pick one," Mr. Li continued, tossing out benefits unimaginable to ordinary people with an air of complete nonchalance.
"Thank you, Mr. Li. I will definitely work hard for the Taigong Dynasty!" Suddenly hit by good fortune, Rodney clearly fell into ecstasy, looking at Mr. Li and bowing slightly.
"Mm," Mr. Li nodded in agreent.
Everything he did was not only to root out potential traitors among the leaders, but he also had another purpose...
He wanted to et the Envoy.
Even he had not seen the Envoy for a long ti, so long that he began to doubt whether he was on the right path.
He needed to see the Envoy again, both to report on his work and to confirm his new path.
Evon Garcia, the biggest obstacle before the Taigong Dynasty. If possible, he wanted to ask the Envoy for help to lead them to annihilate Garcia’s forces and then absorb them.
Mr. Li glanced at the ti. Five minutes had passed since he had fired the Cloud Piercing Arrow, yet the Envoy had not yet arrived.
No—they were already here!
"Envoy! Li Si has seen the Envoy," said Mr. Li as his gaze suddenly fixed on a corner of the room. There, two figures in black robes hovered in the air, with another standing on the ground.
They were small, three in number, but they made his body tremble uncontrollably.
"Please convey my regards to the ’Taigong,’" he half-knelt in that direction, his expression one of deep respect.
One of the small figures in black robes stepped forward. It raised its hand, and fire flickered beneath the black robe.
Pointing into the mid-air, letters ford by flas appeared.
"What calls us here?"
At this mont, other leaders in the room began to awaken. Mimicking Mr. Li, they all half-knelt, uttering a ss of words.
"Greetings to the Envoy."
"We have seen the Envoy."
"Holy health to the Envoy."
In a film or television drama, they would surely greet the Envoy in unison. However, this was reality.
In reality, even a rehearsed chorus could be ssy, let alone this kind of unrehearsed, spontaneous salutation—it would be a wonder if it weren’t chaotic.
"Stop, shut your mouths!" Mr. Li imdiately erupted, shouting at the leaders beside him, before turning back to the Envoys, "I apologize. It’s a failure of my discipline, having not taught them proper etiquette."
"No harm done."
The flaming letters appeared again, the gesture as miraculous as a divine sign to the mbers of the Newcor Faction and Rodney.
"Envoy, our plan is to absorb Garcia’s forces, but our current strength is insufficient. We need your help," Mr. Li bowed slightly, "Once we absorb Garcia’s forces, we will be able to incorporate the entire F District within our domain."
Hearing this, the small figure in the black robe tilted its head, its large hood slightly askew. After a mont, as though it had communicated through so thod, it gestured, and the flaming letters reappeared.
"We will help you once. The plan must be yours, aid to take down the enemy in one strike. When our intervention is needed, ignite the Cloud Piercing Arrow."
"Yes, thank you, Envoy," Mr. Li said, taking in the row of flaming letters and bowing again.
Just one chance...
He needed to create a suitable opportunity for the Envoys to intervene and capture Garcia in one fell swoop.
His eyes flickered with resolve.
Though difficult...
It was not impossible to try.
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