After some hesitation, Ma Qun ultimately decided to tell Lin Fan the truth.
Why? Because Lin Fan could handle it?
No!
Because Lin Fan was not only the Dragon King of the Dragon King Hall but also his direct superior.
After a short while.
Lin Fan went from initial disdain to complete confusion, and then to utter shock.
This was absolutely ridiculous!
He had been thinking about how to weaken the Xu Family.
But now, not only had they not been weakened, but they had also been supercharged and strengthened. How the hell was he supposed to deal with this?
He was ready to unleash his ultimate move!
A one-hit KO!
Or rather, a one-hit disaster!
What more was there to say?
"Damn it! This Xu Mo and the Xu Family have gone too far!"
Lin Fan couldn't help but curse.
What the hell!
He started with a pair of straw sandals.
Xu Mo started with a full set of divine gear.
How the hell was he supposed to compete? Was this a game of Snake?
Ma Qun kept his eyes, nose, and mouth in check, maintaining his composure like an old monk in deep meditation.
He paid no attention to the chaos outside.
There really wasn't much to say at this point.
After venting his frustration, Lin Fan picked up his phone again.
"Is what you said true?"
A hundred billion dollars invested in crude oil bonds.
Standing on the brink of a crude oil price crash.
Even a pig could take off.
^(*￣(oo)￣)^
Saying that might even be an insult to pigs.
A propeller could fly, and even without a propeller, they could still fly.
As long as no other major oil fields were discovered.
Those who bought the bonds.
Would all take off.
This move was too cunning.
Where did the Xu Family get such confidence?
To dare to invest all their money in bonds.
And they ended up making a fortune.
It was as if they could predict the future.
Lin Fan might even start to believe it.
After all, this was just too unbelievable.
Or perhaps the backend departments of big companies and corporations were incredibly powerful.
With so many talents.
Spending some resources to predict the stock market trends wasn't impossible.
"I went through hell to get this intel, and you're still doubting it? Fine, don't believe it then!"
Li Jiaxin's tone was hostile.
To Lin Fan, it felt like she was just looking for trouble.
"Hahaha—since Burning Angel herself said so, and I'm not an unreasonable person, you did a great job with this!"
Lin Fan laughed.
Better to believe it than not.
What if it was true?
This intel was indeed explosive.
If it weren't for Li Jiaxin's information.
He wouldn't have known how long the Xu Family planned to keep this under wraps.
Although there wasn't much he could do to counter the Xu Family now.
At least he could start preparing.
No matter what, Burning Angel was a valuable informant.
If she were gone.
It would be a significant loss.
If she really had any intentions of betrayal.
Lin Fan could always have the Angel of Slaughter take her out.
"I've been in Magic City for a while now, and I've been meaning to take you out for a meal. Are you free today?"
Lin Fan persisted.
One thing at a time.
He still needed to meet her face-to-face!
"Dragon King, I'm really busy!"
On the other end of the phone, Li Jiaxin's tone was now extremely annoyed.
This Dragon King.
Kept pushing her patience to the limit.
Did he really think her head was made of dough???
"What could you possibly be so busy with?"
Lin Fan was puzzled.
'Ah~~~~~~~~~~~'
Then came the sound of a woman's scream.
It was a seductive and alluring voice.
Those who knew, knew!
Lin Fan's face turned green.
I sent you to work as a mole.
And you're out there chasing skirts?
What the hell!!!!
He couldn't believe it!
As the Dragon King of the Dragon King Hall.
He didn't even live as freely as Li Jiaxin.
"Burning Angel, you're really crossing the line here."
Lin Fan said in a displeased tone.
Damn it, eating meat without inviting me?
Things had been going badly for him lately.
Lin Fan was already feeling unbalanced.
Especially with all the top-tier beauties he had his eyes on.
Always hanging around Xu Mo.
He didn't know why.
Ever since he returned to the country.
All he got was the scraps.
Who wouldn't be pissed off by that?
Although he didn't care too much.
But it was always the same, and it was starting to get old, wasn't it?
"Dragon King, this is my personal matter. I've already finished my work. It's all clearly written in the contract. You can check it yourself."
"If there's nothing else, don't call me and disturb me. I'm afraid Xu Mo might get the wrong idea-------------"
"------------He sometimes comes into the office to check on things. If he sees us talking, we'll be exposed."
"Alright, that's it for now."
Beep beep beep------------
The call ended.
Leaving Lin Fan standing there, dazed and confused.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
After the philosophical triple questions.
Lin Fan finally snapped back to reality.
Something about Burning Angel's words felt off.
There was something strange about it.
But he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
On the other side.
Li Jiaxin was fearless.
This was bound to come out eventually.
She was just buying time.
Like using a plunger.
To temporarily shut Lin Fan's foul mouth.
This way, she could buy herself more time to slack off at work.
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Goodnight, folks.
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
