The beautiful CEO falls in love with me
Chapter 642 - 623

Chapter 642: Chapter 623

"Fucking hell," Yang Pai Feng said with a resigned laugh, "I’ve been around Changbai Mountain for so long, almost kicked the bucket! It’s suffocating to think that our mighty Heavenly Reversal Gang has been driven to such a state that we’re like homeless dogs, chased away by others."

The mood of everyone present turned sour at Yang Pai Feng’s words. Although he spoke the truth, each person held onto that last shred of dignity as a brother of the Heavenly Reversal Gang. In the past, whoever dared to insult the Heavenly Reversal Gang would be executed, whoever dared to destroy the Gold Token would be slain...

Three decrees of execution made the Heavenly Reversal Gang’s reputation no transient affair. Once, those were the gang’s most glorious moments; once, those were the moments that made the hearts of the gang’s little brothers swell with excitement. But, as time’s wheel rolled on, all the dignity, all the glory, would inevitably be crushed to dust.

Everyone had to face it all, ready for whatever was constantly about to happen. Feng Zhixiao gave a faint smile and said, "Don’t worry, everything will get better. The Heavenly Reversal Gang will definitely become one of the top gangs in the world!"

"Roar, roar, roar..." The crowd shouted out their support.

Inside the factory, a feast was ready, just waiting for the arrival of the brothers. Preparing meals for over five hundred people was a tough job, but with the efforts of a dozen or so brothers, it was all taken care of. Some of them, who knew how to cook, had handled part of it, while the rest was ordered from a hotel.

Thus, a grand welcome feast was prepared. Feng Zhixiao, holding a wine glass, addressed the crowd: "Brothers, welcome. In the future, we must create something miraculous on this land of Japan, becoming the first branch of the Heavenly Reversal Gang to rise!"

"Cheers!" The people raised their glasses in unison.

...

At the same time, in Saudi Arabia, a group of more than ten dark figures was advancing on a mission. Jiang Wei and Xiao Bai were wrapped in black headscarves, moving stealthily through the desert, followed by ten formidable little brothers.

"Xiao Bai, we should be able to complete the mission this time, right?" asked Jiang Wei.

"Don’t worry, the situation has been thoroughly scouted," Xiao Bai nodded.

To establish a foothold in the Middle East, they needed a base, but there was no underworld in the Middle East; they couldn’t employ methods like Feng Zhixiao had. The Middle East was overrun with armed forces and rampant with various terrorist groups. Hence, Xiao Bai and Jiang Wei had to knock down one of the armed groups first, then find a way to gain a foothold.

Recently, they learned that an armed group planned to buy a batch of arms from an arms dealer. They decided to eradicate this armed force and then take their place in the Middle East. But it wasn’t easy to take down an established force; there was a reason they had persisted in the Middle East for so long.

"We’re here!" Xiao Bai gestured, and more than ten men immediately burst out following the planned operation, surrounding a low ruined building. They eliminated any blind spots; everyone carried a carbine gun, but Xiao Bai held a sniper rifle, crouched not far from the entrance on a small mound of dirt, signaling to Jiang Wei.

Inside the dilapidated house, thirty-some people gathered. Two large boxes were in the room, illuminated by a dim light, but the bulb’s wattage was low, leaving the room dark.

"The goods have arrived. Check them out!" The arms dealer, with a toothpick in his mouth and sharp eyes, watched the man in a headscarf.

"Hmm, let’s have a look," the man in the headscarf nodded and, carrying a briefcase, threw it on the table, revealing stacks of crisp US dollars upon opening it. The arms dealer showed a flicker of indifference, glanced at it, and quickly looked away.

A member of the armed group went to examine the firearms, opened a wooden box, randomly drew a gun, quickly disassembled it, reassembled it, and then nodded to the man in the headscarf.

"Pleasure doing business with you!" The man in the headscarf immediately moved the briefcase with the money.

"Pleasure doing business!" The arms dealer nodded, looked through the money to show no objection, closed the case, and carried it out.

That guy had barely reached the door when a bang sounded and his head exploded.

"Shit, the boss is dead, they’re double-crossing us!" The men behind didn’t hesitate to open fire with their AK rifles towards the room. The man in the headscarf went down, then hid and shouted, "Shoot them, kill them!"

His shouting only deepened the misunderstanding, and both sides fought hard to separate. In the end, the man in the headscarf’s men slightly prevailed, taking out the opponents, though nearly all of his own men died too – a classic case of Pyrrhic victory.

"Hmph, a bunch of trash doesn’t deserve to fight me!" The headscarf man sneered coldly and walked towards the door to pick up his own briefcase from the corpse of the arms dealer.

Click, click, click...

Gunfire echoed as five or six machine guns simultaneously aimed at the turbaned man’s head. Xiao Bai spoke in fluent English, "Don’t move, or else, I’ll blow your bird brain out!"

"Don’t, don’t be rash! We can talk this over!" The turbaned man immediately dropped the cash box on the ground and said, "If you want money, I’ll give it to you. Here’s one million dollars, if you like it, take it!"

A little brother snatched the cash box and then coldly laughed, "We want not only your money but also your life!"

"Who... who exactly are you?!" The turbaned man forced himself to remain calm.

"We’re the ones who want your life!" Jiang Wei walked over coldly, then tied the man up with rope, and as for the others inside who were wounded, they were all eliminated. The turbaned man inhaled sharply. These guys were indeed brutal, daring to take lives so easily, truly badass. The turbaned man pleaded urgently, "Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, I have money!"

"Get going, back to your lair!" Jiang Wei kicked him fiercely. Jiang Wei hated men without backbone the most, always begging for mercy at the first sign of trouble, thinking that being rich made them invincible.

Over ten people escorted the man to a suburban location in Sattmanhar. Upon entering the house, several men armed with guns stood at the door. Seeing their big brother being brought back bound, they were instantly dumbfounded. Aiming their guns at Jiang Wei and the others, they demanded loudly, "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Idiots, don’t you see me? Put your guns down now!" the turbaned man rebuked immediately.

Whoosh...

Everyone put their weapons down, no one daring to keep their rifles aimed.

"Get inside!" Jiang Wei kicked him from behind.

The turbaned man was literally kicked through the door into the pitch-black house. When the lights were turned on, it became clear how lavishly the interior was decorated. This guy knew how to enjoy life. With the luxurious setup, Xiao Bai asked curiously, "Weird, does your organization really have so few people?"

"Oh, no, they’re not usually here. They gather elsewhere. Those filthy fellows, how could they live here?" the turbaned man self-righteously proclaimed, though in reality, he was just a member of an armed force.

"Call them all over here!" Jiang Wei planted his foot on the man’s back.

"Yes, yes!" The turbaned man immediately nodded, his hands cuffed behind his back, with a rope pulled in Jiang Wei’s hand, as if leading a dog. The man quickly sent out an order. Then, more than thirty armed militants gathered at the door, rushing over from other places.

"Have your men swear allegiance to us, and we’ll give you a sum of money to live a wealthy life!" Jiang Wei glanced at him and said, "If you don’t agree, then... you have only one way out: death!"

"How could that be!" The turbaned man was stunned. This time, he was not afraid of the firearms. He quickly spoke up, "I rely on these men to survive. If you take my men, what will I do later?"

"You can go and recruit your own men!" Jiang Wei revealed a slight smile.

"That depends on how much money you’ll give me, may Allah bless!" the man prayed for fortune.

"Five million dollars!" Xiao Bai raised his thumb.

The man was taken aback for a moment, his eyes revealing a trace of joy. Despite the excitement, he remained composed and continued to shake his head, saying, "No, that’s too little. At least ten million dollars, non-negotiable!"

Arabs were good at doing business, with some being descendants of Jewish people, so they possessed the shrewdness of the Jews. However, in the face of real power, even the shrewdest person must surrender. Jiang Wei took out a bullet from his pocket and placed it in front of the turbaned man, saying, "You have to decide whether to take this bullet or to take the money and leave!"

"I... I decide to take the money and leave!" The man quickly swallowed his saliva, not daring to doubt that Jiang Wei’s bullet could penetrate his brain.

"Then get lost!" Jiang Wei said with a cold smile.

Afterwards, five million dollars was laid out in front of him. He shrugged and said, "I hope you go bankrupt and close down soon!"