Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1030: Chapter 798: Why Should I?

"Isn’t business just like this? You need something, I need something, there’s no need to beat around the bush." Huai Shi shrugged. "You’ve got to be thick-skinned sometimes, no matter how outrageous the sweet talk, you have to say it, or how else do you make money?"

Lin Wei looked at him fearlessly, "But there are so many Kyoto gangs... Why should I work with you?"

Huai Shi laughed, "Obviously because the Yingzhou Phylogeny can’t take me down."

As long as the legitimacy of the Tanbo Inner Circle remains for a day, and as long as Huai Shi still carries the cover of the Astronomical Society, the Yingzhou Phylogeny shouldn’t dream of using any illegitimate means against Huai Shi.

This is truly a nation within a nation, a sanctuary every outsider dreams of.

If the Yingzhou Branch wants to make a move, that’s even simpler. Do they think Luo Su and the Ivory Tower are pushovers?

In today’s Yingzhou, apart from the Drug Expulsion Alliance composed of Hybrids, there’s no group in all of Kyoto that can withstand the pressure from Deer’s Sing Hall. Let alone cooperation, other Extreme Paths would do well not to sell out the Triad by then.

If the Triad wishes to cooperate, they have no choice but Huai Shi.

Lin Wei remained indifferent, glancing at Huai Shi with a sneer, "And why would you want to cooperate with me then?"

"That’s even simpler."

Huai Shi smiled and replied, "Because I can take you down."

At that moment, a sharp resonance erupted from beyond the thick wall, plunging the bustling street into silence within hundreds of meters.

Everyone looked around in astonishment, sensing the spreading chill and an impulse of trepidation.

In the middle of the street, a middle-aged man with a dull expression and facial scars yet to heal looked up, dressed like a samurai, pressing on an imaginary sword at his waist.

Murderous intent was menacing.

The Guardian of the Alliance, Amada!

But immediately, several sinister intents burst forth like a volcano from the Triad’s headquarters, as if the doors to the Abyss had opened, the frenetic monsters unashamedly revealing themselves, gnashing their teeth and licking blood.

Amid the protection of his subordinates, Lin Wei cracked a grin.

The hungry king of monsters mockingly asked, "Just him?"

"No, he’s not here to kill you."

Huai Shi said, "He’s here to protect me, to ensure I can leave here alive, even at the cost of his own life."

At that moment, behind Huai Shi, the silent Wood Cottage suddenly stepped forward, drawing a cursed dagger from his bosom, pressing it against Huai Shi’s back.

From the edge of the blade, the same malevolent aura from the Lin family, identical to Lin Wei, was revealed.

This was the true killing blow.

Lin Wei’s smile froze.

Instead of being pleased by this act from his juniors, an uncontrollable rage surged.

"Don’t be upset, Uncle Liu." Lin Nineteen hid behind his teacher, trying to comfort him with resignation, "Didn’t you always say I had a rebellious streak?"

Lin Wei never would have dreamed that the most disappointing Little Nineteen from back then would draw a sword before his eyes.

He even planned to pin a heavy black pot on Lin Wei’s head.

"You’ve really grown, Little Nineteen."

"Thank you for the compliment, Uncle."

Lin Nineteen seemed oblivious to any malice from his uncle, adjusting his collar, deliberately revealing the badge of a Tanbo Inspector underneath.

Imagine, the Gold Medal enforcer of the Astronomical Society, the Ivory Tower’s future hope, the King of Tanbo, coming to the Triad’s headquarters at his weakest, only to be stabbed in the back....

And on the wound, a curse unique to the Path of Malevolence.

If not Lin Wei, then who else but his student?

Can Lin Wei explain that clearly?

Isn’t the story in Huai Shi’s hands?

But it happened because he was careless, inviting a wolf into the house, only to find himself played in a scam!

"Do you think this will make me bow down?"

Lin Wei laughed in anger, "Are you underestimating people too much, Little Brag!"

"I’m just exploring the possibility I mentioned, why worry?"

Huai Shi nonchalantly shrugged, raising his hand and waving. Lin Nineteen sheathed his knife, like nothing ever happened, flashing an innocent smile at Uncle Liu’s scarlet eyes.

"Huai Shi, you want the Triad’s help to get through this crisis, yet you negotiate with me like this? Isn’t it a bit arrogant?"

Lin Wei slowly retracted his gaze, "If you offer enough benefits and advantages, I might consider it, but I don’t like this attitude."

"It’s enough that I like it."

Huai Shi remained calm, "Cooperation is just like this, both parties should like it and be happy. If someone isn’t willing, don’t force it."

He paused, and couldn’t help but laugh, "As for you saying to get through the crisis, rest assured, I never counted on the Triad, even if I emptied your pockets, how much money could I get?"

That little wealth, he wasn’t interested!

The old man sneered, "Then overcome this hurdle first, then talk."

"Fine, we’ll talk then."

Huai Shi slowly stood up, offering a final reminder, "But, Fuel in Wintertime Snow and putting the finishing touch on the peacock are different... Sir, by then, the price won’t be the same."

That attitude made Lin Wei unable to resist sneering, dismissing it as the stubbornness of a dying duck.

"We’ll talk about it when the time comes!"

"So, farewell."

Huai Shi turned around, thus, with his student, he grandly turned and left the encirclement of the Triad, smiling and waving goodbye to everyone who had entertained him.

A subordinate with a grim expression softly asked, "Old Dragon Head, are we just letting them walk away like this?"

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"Otherwise?" Lin Wei looked at his confidant with a half-smile, "You go kill him, and tomorrow I will announce you as the next speaker, how about it?"

The confidant lowered his head in silence, saying no more.

A sound of breaking came from the tea table.

Countless writhing blood vessels surfaced on the thin porcelain of the teacup, lending a fleshly texture and color to the vibrant greens, until finally, a malformed eye slowly opened, staring malevolently at the world before it, quickly decaying alongside the vanishing vitality.

Only fragments and dust remained.

Lin Wei cast a final glance, swept his sleeve, and departed.

Such a pity for a good kettle...

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Late at night, at Tanbo Wharf, a luxurious passenger ship slowly docked at the shore.

The Tobio family’s former enterprise is still operated by Tobio’s people, including crucial Alliance revenue sources — maritime trade, smuggling, and deep-sea fishing.

For an island nation like Yingzhou, living off the sea is natural.

As the passenger ship docked, and with the lowering of the gangway, a petite figure emerged.

Upon seeing Huai Shi standing below, she was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly descended, bowing respectfully, "Teacher, I’ve returned."

"You’ve grown taller, Xiaoyuan."

Huai Shi patted her head, "You’ve worked hard."

"It’s nothing, just running errands."

After speaking, she suddenly remembered something, stepped aside, revealing the guest descending the gangway behind her.

As if suntanned, the middle-aged woman’s skin was slightly dark, her steps brisk, her figure as agile as a leopard, her pupils nearly glowing green in the darkness.

She extended her hand proactively, "Mr. Huai Shi, my father is tied up with trivial matters and unable to travel, so I’ve come on his behalf."

"Welcome, Miss Gwendolin." Huai Shi nodded, shaking her hand, "Also, thank you to the Pas Group for stepping in at such a critical moment."

"It’s just another step in cooperation."

Gwendolin smiled slightly, "As I came, my father told me that you are his friend."

With her words, the pitch-black tide was illuminated by distant searchlights, and amidst the resounding horn, countless massive silhouettes leapt out from the ocean horizon.

The mighty fleet cut through the sea tide, advancing towards Yingzhou.

This is just the beginning.

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"Such a dump, this damned place."

In front of the pitch-black sedan, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie raised his hand, fanning the air before him, "Hard to imagine that in today’s Kyoto, such a desolate place exists..."

"Is there any investment value in such a place?"

He glanced at those behind him, prompting a burst of laughter.

Across the road, bulldozers at the construction site were spewing heavy smoke, clearing debris amidst high-pitched sounds. In the ruins behind the broken walls, children playing in a secret base curiously raised their heads, peeking at the solemn convoy before quickly withdrawing their gaze.

Only the visitors scrutinized the surroundings coldly.

And the host before them.

Far too young.

Far too dismissive of treating them seriously...

Is this just giving up?

"I am the host appointed by Teacher Huai Shi, Lin Zhong Xiaowu."

The young man with a mild and sunny smile bowed and handed over a business card, eliciting goodwill, "Today’s assessment matters will be in your hands."

"I am Katakain Xin, Deputy Director of Sincerity Bank’s Risk Management Department. I look forward to working with you."

The leading middle-aged man, without any belittlement due to the youth before him, carefully presented his business card with both hands, showing a business smile, "Please rest assured, we will provide an objective and fair result."

Lin Zhong Xiaowu nodded, "All materials are prepared, please follow me."

But Katakain did not move, nor did any of the evaluators follow.

They just stood in place.

Surveying the surroundings coldly.

When Lin Zhong Xiaowu curiously turned back, he saw Katakain’s smile, a courteous smile that barely concealed the coldness beneath.

"No need to look at the materials, we’ve seen enough recently."

He said, "This time, we’re here primarily to move away from the paperwork data and personally conduct an on-site inspection... I assume Mr. Lin wouldn’t mind?"

Blatantly stating the purpose, with no intention to adhere to past rules.

At this point, if Tanbo’s people still expect others to follow their lead, isn’t it a bit naive?

The anticipated astonishment arrived.

The young man paused, then grew serious, seemingly finally sensing something amiss.

"Lin." He corrected.

This is the most important matter.