Super Tycoon: I Beg You, Stop Pulling Stunts

Chapter 547: Chapter 324: Tyrant, Contrast, Internet-Wide Exposure

The meal was finished in an atmosphere that was calm, polite, and orderly—at least on the surface.

At this moment, Lin Chu was like a tyrant.

A true tyrant.

Liao Meili had just served as a cautionary tale.

Such an arrogant, even domineering, posture instilled a certain degree of fear in people’s hearts.

So, those present now all showed considerable fear toward Lin Chu.

Fear is one of the greatest sources of power.

Lin Chu had no desire to chat with them any further. He had already said everything he wanted to say.

He once again mulled it over in his mind. ’What kind of scene will tonight’s meeting be?’

But there was truly no way of knowing.

Whether through public records or technical means, the amount of information that could be found on Liszt was limited.

Lin Chu had a faint guess as to the other party’s goal, his core demand—he was curious about him.

’The worst-case scenario is that he’ll take control of me and study me like a lab rat.’

’A better one would be using me as a tool.’

When it came to these so-called ”old money capitalists,” the world’s top billionaires, Lin Chu always prepared for the worst.

After all, from the many news stories that were exposed after the fact, one could get a glimpse of how these people operated.

Whether it was the ”Prism Project” from years ago, the longevity of Hawking, or the P. Diddy incident... and so on...

Of course, Liszt might not have done these things, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t.

This world has always had two sets of rules: one for public view, and one for the shadows.

The rules in the open: democracy, law, justice.

The rules in the shadows: violence, connections, plunder.

Sitting on the second-floor balcony, Lin Chu made a few calls, gave some instructions, and then watched a complete sunset.

’Quite beautiful.’

He even saw the sun shine upon the golden mountain.

Until... in the darkness of night, a motorcade appeared below, and several men in sharp suits began walking this way.

The time was 7:45 PM.

Seeing them approach, Liu Chenhui, who was next to him, grew slightly tense and reminded him in a low voice, ”Brother Chu, they’re here.”

Lin Chu nodded, took the last drag of his cigarette, and stood up. ”Let’s go. They’re finally here. I’ve been waiting for ages.”

”I’ll make you a bet. I bet they’re going to take me away, and only me. You in? A hundred bucks.”

Looking at him with a grin, Lin Chu said casually.

Deep down, Lin Chu had already run through countless simulations of tonight’s meeting.

Liu Chenhui: ...

But his brow immediately furrowed tightly.

”If that’s the case, then... that’s quite troublesome. How should we handle it?”

He hadn’t considered this possibility at all, only thinking that Liszt would come to meet them in person.

”It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I have a mission for you: protect Brother Fei, and get the women downstairs home safely.”

”I’m off.”

Lin Chu walked downstairs with a steady gait.

Wang Zhefei took a deep breath, licked his lips, and scratched his head, a sense of profound helplessness suddenly welling up from within.

It was true.

He had indeed come, risking everything to be here.

But even so, at this moment, he still couldn’t help with anything.

Lin Chu had most likely won his bet, which meant that no matter what happened next, in the end, he would still have to face it all alone.

”You don’t have any instructions for me?”

Wang Zhefei said in a muffled voice.

Glancing at him, Lin Chu shook his head and smiled. ”What needs to be said between us? Just wait for me to get back. We’ll drink then.”

He went downstairs.

He opened the main door on the ground floor.

In the courtyard, four men had arrived.

”Mr. Lin, it is time for the banquet. Please come with us.”

The leader had a crew cut. He spoke flawless Mandarin, and judging by his features, he was also Asian, most likely Chinese. Lin Chu nodded at him.

”Help me send everyone else back. This isn’t a request, it’s an order. Understood?”

The man with the crew cut nodded. ”Understood.”

He showed no hint of questioning it and was very cooperative. His attitude toward Lin Chu was that of someone addressing a distinguished guest.

”Let’s go.”

Lin Chu followed him into the darkness.

The people behind him, the people in the house, stood at the door and watched through the windows. They watched the scene with complex expressions and differing emotions. Some people’s eyes turned red, some cried out, and others were tense and worried.

Lin Chu didn’t look back, striding toward the motorcade.

A helicopter was already waiting.

He boarded the helicopter, and amidst the ROARING of the propellers, it lifted off and soared away, becoming a small red dot in the night sky.

In the distance, the snow-capped Alps stood, seemingly eternal.

...

There were four people on the helicopter.

A pilot and a co-pilot.

There were two seats in the back. Lin Chu sat on the left, and on his right was a middle-aged Asian man with a square face, wearing a white trench coat.

He shook Lin Chu’s hand firmly and with great enthusiasm. ”Welcome, President Lin. Mr. Liszt sent me to pick you up.”

Lin Chu nodded nonchalantly. ”Thank you for the trouble. What should I call you? Where are you from?”

”Haha, my name is Li Jingxian. I was previously Mr. Li’s private secretary, responsible for all matters concerning Asia.”

”First, let me apologize. Everything that’s happened so far was my doing. It’s the first trial for joining the club.”

”Based on our analysis of you so far, you are a man who can fully control every situation around him. So, you can be considered to have passed this first trial.”

”That moment with the gunshot, that was the third trial—the trial of life and death. You passed that one too. When Mr. Li heard about it, he was full of high praise.”

”I’m also quite impressed. For a successful man like yourself to still draw a gun so decisively shows your grit. It’s the mark of an alpha leader.”