Chapter 981: Chapter 981: Emperor and Qingqing's Identity Both Revealed (1)

The phone kept ringing, the sound like a death knell.

The middle-aged man’s forehead vein twitched as his trembling hand reached out to take the phone from his pocket.

Ji Yun glanced at the man, a trace of astonishment in his eyes.

What kind of call was this, coming at such a precise moment?

It was as if the timing had been meticulously planned.

Ji Yun had never encountered such a terrifying yet graceful and elegant man before.

Yu Xiheng was an enigma, his calm demeanor akin to the sea before a storm, unruffled on the surface but hiding a beast ready to awaken.

The middle-aged man’s hand trembled again before he pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear. “Yes, it’s me, Mr. Russell. Our plan has been exposed, and I…”

Whatever was said on the other end made the man’s eyes twitch violently.

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Suddenly, he screamed, “No! We signed a contract! You can’t go back on your word! How can you do this?!”

Ji Yun’s eyes narrowed.

A few seconds later, the man seemed to lose all strength. The phone slipped from his hand, and he collapsed to the ground.

Throughout this, Yu Xiheng remained impassive, unmoving.

Though he had retracted his aura, Ji Yun still felt a tingling on his scalp, a sense of dread he couldn’t shake.

Who were these people Si Fuqing associated with?

The middle-aged man suddenly looked up, his teeth chattering. He shouted, “Who are you? Who the hell are you?!”

For Stellar Company, taking on Oracle was nearly impossible.

Until the Ji family from the Free State extended an olive branch, they leveraged this to connect with NightOrigin, a massive financial empire.

The middle-aged man believed this was foolproof.

Even if the plan failed, he had a fallback. How could NightOrigin suddenly back out?

Oracle was unharmed, Ji Yun’s position unshaken, and the Ji family from the Free State wouldn’t help him.

But now, he was utterly abandoned.

The man lay on the ground, cold sweat soaking his clothes.

Ji Yun, though a fervent computer enthusiast, was known for his ruthless methods. Not to mention, there was this overwhelmingly oppressive man.

What kind of identity could make NightOrigin bow down?

The man couldn’t fathom it, his expression turning to one of despair.

The two executives of Stellar Company were soon taken away, leaving the office silent.

Ji Yun hesitated for a moment, “Mr. Yu, may I ask what relationship you have with NightOrigin?”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Nothing much,” Yu Xiheng replied calmly, “Just a business deal of considerable value. They owe me some money.”

“Some money?” Ji Yun was surprised, “How much?”

NightOrigin was already immensely wealthy; could they owe someone money?

Yu Xiheng paused for a moment before replying, “Thirty-eight and a half billion.”

His tone remained indifferent.

“Pfft—!” Ji Yun sprayed his tea, “Some money?”

For the first time, Ji Yun felt a serious misunderstanding about the term “some money.”

Was that really “some money”?

Ji Yun fell silent, realizing he might simply be earning too little.

To owe NightOrigin and mention “thirty-eight and a half billion” so casually, one must possess more resources than NightOrigin in the Free State.

Ji Yun paused and tentatively asked, “Mr. Yu, do you own mineral resources in the Free State?”

Yu Xiheng nodded, opening his eyes, “I’ll go fetch her. Mr. Ji, make yourself at home.”

Chen Ying stepped forward, pushing the wheelchair as they left.

As the door closed, Ji Yun exhaled slowly.

He sat at his computer and input a few commands.

Some people in the Ji family needed to be dealt with.

**

Meanwhile, at Nevernight City.

Servers with trays moved in and out, as eSports players and invited guests continued their celebration.

Si Fuqing had left early.

She slipped out the back door and headed to the rooftop.

The night was cloudless, the moon and stars intertwined, and the Milky Way shone brightly.

She had brought up a case of sake and sat on the ground, waiting.

When the sound of footsteps approached, Si Fuqing turned and waved to the man, her tone cheerful, “Brother Nine.”

Yu Xiheng walked over, unbothered by the dust that might soil his suit, and sat beside her. “Have you been waiting long?”

“No, I just got here,” Si Fuqing handed him a bottle of sake and raised an eyebrow, “I heard you gave Ji Yun quite a scare. Owner of the eight major mineral veins in the Free State?”