Chapter 899: Chapter 899

Before anyone present could speak, Ling Chen sat in the chair with his legs crossed and said with a half-smile, "Everyone, I know you’re all wealthy individuals, and I’m very clear about the purpose of your presence here. So, why don’t we just cut to the chase?"

"Who exactly are you?" An elderly man in a tunic suit suddenly stood up, glaring at Ling Chen, "I’m only here to negotiate with Mr. Ling and Mr. Yang. You better get out of here immediately and stop interfering with us."

Ling Chen smiled slightly, "My surname is Ling, so I am also Mr. Ling. Come on, sir, at your age, you shouldn’t get so worked up. Let’s sit down and talk properly."

The old man brushed his sleeve, "I have nothing to discuss with you, leave!"

Upon hearing this, Ling Chen’s smile gradually froze, and a cold, fierce glint flashed in his Mo Che-like pupils.

"Everyone, I am being polite and talking to you with respect, but that doesn’t mean you can act recklessly in front of me. Let me remind you, I’ve already killed seven or eight people just before coming in, and in my eyes, human life is akin to an ant’s. So, I advise you to watch your tone. If you get on my bad side, you might just end up coming here with no way out. Got it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people present looked at each other, a hint of hesitation and worry in their eyes.

"You!" Ling Chen raised his hand, pointing to the standing elderly man, "Sit down obediently and stop putting on airs in front of me. I’m a civilized person, respecting the old and cherishing the young is my virtue; don’t force me to abandon my virtues temporarily."

Facing Ling Chen’s gaze, the old man couldn’t help but feel a chill rise in his heart, and he inadvertently sat down.

Once everyone had shut their mouths, Ling Chen said, "I know why you’re all here, mainly to exchange money for health and youth. From your perspective, I can understand, but you lack awareness of the God Organization. Your money supporting them will only indirectly cause more innocent deaths and injuries. So, after I leave later, you all should return from where you came from and act as if tonight never happened. Any questions?"

A middle-aged man responded, "It’s our money. How we spend it is our business. Who are you to decide for us?"

"You’re right." Ling Chen grinned, "I indeed don’t have the right to decide for you, so I’m merely suggesting. I’ve remembered each of you here, and I’ll have people monitor you 24/7. If I find out any of you are collaborating with the God Organization, funding them, well, sorry, I’ll have to resort to some improper means. By then, don’t blame me for not giving you a heads-up."

After a pause, Ling Chen continued, "Also, I know what you’re thinking right now. Are you planning to approach Ling Shen and Yang He for help after I leave? If so, I implore you to save your time and effort. To be honest, the God Organization is my opponent, and I am a thorn in their side too. Unfortunately, they haven’t been able to do anything about me. If they were truly able to deal with me, I wouldn’t be sitting here chatting with you now."

After hearing Ling Chen’s speech, everyone present had their heads down, each deep in thought, not knowing what was on their minds.

"Hey! Ling Chen, you better hurry up. Ling Shen is on his way to the surveillance room with people. Your whereabouts will soon be exposed."

At this moment, Hu Fei’s voice came through the earpiece.

"Well, everyone, I’ve said what needed to be said. Now, I’d like to ask for your help." With that, Ling Chen took a piece of paper from his pocket and placed it in the center of the round table, "You have money to fund the God Organization, meaning you’re not short of money. However, I am desperately short, especially fighting against forces like the God Organization, which drains a lot of funds. So, I’m pleading with you to some money, consider it a good deed. How about it?"

Hearing Ling Chen’s request, everyone was stunned for a moment, wondering if they had misheard.

He was threatening them and still asking for donations? Such shamelessness was indeed rare.

Seeing the angry glares, Ling Chen awkwardly smiled and said, "Come on, whatever you can; after all, you’re all rich people. One or two hundred million US dollars is just a drop in the bucket for you."

One or two hundred million? And US dollars!

Everyone’s eyes widened. If it weren’t for Ling Chen’s threat of retaliation, they would have probably jumped up and given him a good beating.

This is outright robbery.

At first, he said to as much as you want, but that ’amount’ instantly turned into one or two hundred million US dollars. Even though they were wealthy, billionaire magnates, one or two hundred million US dollars was not a small amount. Googlᴇ search 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝕟𝕖𝕥

Not everyone among them was a super-rich magnate; each had around five hundred million US dollars in assets. The initial amount to cooperate with the God Organization was at least five hundred million US dollars.

Now Ling Chen was asking for two hundred million all of a sudden, how were they supposed to accept that?

While everyone hesitated, Ling Chen pointed at the same old man from before and said, "Sir, while it’s one or two hundred million for others, for you maybe it could be slightly more, let’s say around four hundred million US dollars."

"Why?" The elderly man couldn’t help but roar.

Ling Chen shrugged, "Who told you to be wealthier than the others?"

After saying that, before the elderly man could explode in anger, Ling Chen pulled a dagger from his belt, casually playing with it in his hand. As everyone’s attention fixated on his hand, Ling Chen moved his fingers, and with a crisp ’clang,’ the dagger abruptly snapped into two pieces, falling to the ground.

Seeing this moment, everyone present was stunned, eyes full of shock and fear.

If those two fingers stabbed into their body, it’d make a big hole.

Ling Chen touched his nose and said helplessly, "The quality of this dagger is just too poor." After speaking, he looked up at the people around the round table and grinned, "What are you all staring at me for? I’m about to leave, so please transfer the money quickly. The longer you delay, the worse it is for you."

At this moment, everyone resigned themselves to fate. Ling Chen’s silent threat was acknowledged by all, and everyone was afraid, even the short-tempered elderly man had quieted down.

Before long, a middle-aged man pulled out his phone from his pocket, entered the bank account number from the note. Seeing someone take the lead, others followed suit, using their phones to transfer funds into the designated account.

"It’s done." A man turned his phone screen towards Ling Chen, showing the ’transfer successful’ message.