Life Game In Other World
Chapter 300: The night is the hotbed of chaos. (Please add to your collection, subscribe, and vote for the monthly ticket.)

Chapter 300: Chapter 300: The night is the hotbed of chaos. (Please add to your collection, subscribe, and vote for the monthly ticket.)

"Who is it?"

Kyle looked up, his gaze alert as he turned toward the door.

"Boss, it seems like the lights went out because of a trip in the circuit breaker. All the lights from the first to the third floor are off, and they won’t come back on."

The one who pushed the door open was a young underling.

"Go push the breaker back up."

Kyle commanded impatiently.

"Yes, boss."

The underling closed the door.

Kyle turned his head, slightly apologetic, towards Carven, "My apologies, Mr. Carven, there’s been a small mishap."

"It’s fine," Carven nodded lightly, "Life always has its share of surprises."

And just as he finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from the TV that was displaying financial statements, "Indeed, Mr. Kyle, where in life are there no surprises?"

"Who are you?"

Kyle frowned at the TV, like a lion guarding its territory.

"Rather than discussing who I am, let’s talk about your future fate,"

the voice from the TV spoke softly, "If I’m not mistaken, you were about to ask Mr. Carven how to package the company for listing.

Mr. Carven will charge you a consultation fee, but you can’t afford it, so you’ll have to offer your company’s shares as collateral. And to ensure Nord Group gives its all, you will offer them more shares.

In this way, Nord Group hasn’t spent a penny but gets shares of your company for free, making a huge profit by selling them after the listing.

You wanted to absorb investment, but you didn’t get the money, and you ended up losing shares."

Kyle’s expression darkened as he glanced at Carven beside him.

Carven smiled, "Mr. Kyle, we were prepared with the funds to buy the shares. The Menshu Group’s systems aren’t easy to breach. You might want to check if someone has compromised your server room’s internal network,"

His words were cunningly put: we were prepared to buy shares, but it doesn’t mean we have to.

Kyle was no fool. He turned around, raised his bracelet, and while sending a message for the underling to check the server room, he said,

"Paying for services is only fair. If Mr. Carven can help me make more money, then allocating some of the company’s shares to Nord Group is fine, and giving some shares directly to Mr. Carven is fine too."

"The question is, will Nord Group actually help you make money?"

The voice from the TV chuckled, "Think about it. Nord Group helps you go public, knowing all your details. You can make money by manipulating stock prices, and so can they, and they’ll play the game far better and with more tricks.

Guess whether they’ll let you clear your shares at the company’s peak value, letting you get a big cut, with them getting a sip of the soup.

Or will they circumvent you, release your company’s problems at the peak of the stock price, short the stock, and harvest both you and the small investors, feasting on both the meat and the soup?"

Kyle’s expression grew more serious.

Given Nord Group’s reputation, it was indeed quite possible they’d do just that.

Watching Kyle’s increasingly somber complexion, Carven spoke softly, "Mr. Kyle, Nord Bank has always adhered to the principle of putting the client first. You can trust us. Perhaps you should be asking what this gentleman, who has secretly invaded your smart TV to monitor us, intends to do?"

"I know," Kyle said impatiently, turning back to the TV, "Are you in the server room? I’m asking you one last time, what do you want?"

Carven glanced at Kyle, who showed impatience, and frowned slightly. He had realized that something was amiss: the lights were out, and the internal network had been breached. Clearly, someone was launching an attack.

He slowly pressed a button on his bracelet and rose to move toward the wooden door at the back.

"Mr. Kyle, perhaps you’re unaware of a habit of the Nord Group," the TV screen flickered, blurring the image of Carven as he moved to the side in the darkness,

"They eliminate all obstacles in their path to making money. If you have given them an opportunity to profit yet are unwilling to cooperate or are difficult to control, they will find a way to replace you with someone who is willing to work with them and is easier to manage.

Therefore, you’d better ask Mr. Carven, who’s preparing to leave behind you, whether he has sent your company’s confidential information back to the Nord Group. Once some things are sent back, you and your factory’s fate will no longer be in your own hands."

Carven, who was carefully moving back, changed his expression immediately. He stopped, took off the bracelet from his hand, placed it on the report he had just been holding, and gestured that he hadn’t uploaded any secret data, "Mr. Kyle, I think you should trust our sincerity."

"Wait a moment, Mr. Carven. Let me deal with this troublemaker, and then we can continue discussing the IPO," said Kyle, smiling at Carven.

Carven nodded lightly and leaned back on the sofa.

Kevin’s intention was evidently not to let him leave. His strength lay in finance and business maneuvers, not force.

But that was okay, Carven had brought bodyguards with him. At the start of the incident, he had activated the alarm procedure; in at most two minutes, the bodyguards would arrive.

Besides, Kyle wouldn’t dare to truly start a war with the Nord Group, unless he no longer cared for his life.

Kyle turned to look at the TV, "Come out of hiding if you dare, and face me directly."

The wooden door was opened again, and both Carven and Kyle looked up to see a hasty underling carrying a flashlight, looking nervously at the two men in the room, "Boss, there’s no one in the server room either."

Kyle’s brow furrowed, "Get out."

The underling, trembling, pulled the door closed behind him.

Boom—

And just as the door closed, a sudden flash of lightning streaked from outside the window.

Illuminating the figure standing at the window, slender and upright.

He Ao smiled at Kyle, sitting at the center of the room, "Good evening, Mr. Kyle."

The way He Ao came was simple.

It would take passing through heavily guarded elevators and stairways to go from the first to the third floor, diverting vigilant gang members one by one, but climbing through the windows outside, with He Ao’s speed, took only a minute or two.

So, He Ao first cut off all the lights, drew the gang members’ attention, caused a commotion, then circled around from outside the building, cut through the anti-burglary bars of the third-floor conference room window, and climbed into the meeting room.

The factory’s defenses were not very strict; after all, a group of gang members couldn’t conceive of anything too elaborate.

However, flipping in and some additional preparations still took some time, so He Ao used the television to communicate, holding Kyle’s attention, hinting him not to run about, while also diverting his focus to cover the noise of his entry.

Boom—

The thunder that filled the sky illuminated his profile as heavy rain poured down.

In that instant, all the clamor in the whole factory stopped, and even the dimly lit smart TV plunged into darkness.

He Ao had Eve control the maintenance robots in the machine room to follow the underling checking the circuit breaker, entering the power distribution room and cutting off the power supply to the entire building.

The night is a breeding ground for chaos.