Chapter 492 - 486: You Don’t Understand

Chapter 492: Chapter 486: You Don’t Understand

“No, not reaching an agreement is the biggest agreement,” Hanson Lee said, shaking his head firmly. “Graceful.”

“Yes, Father,” Graceful Lee replied immediately, sensing that Hanson had something to instruct.

“The tea leaves from the Moon of West Lake can prolong my life. How much power do you think the people surrounding the one who owns such an item have?” Hanson Lee asked an entirely irrelevant question.

Graceful Lee was taken aback. Having drank that kind of tea before, he knew exactly how potent the leaves were. You could say the effect bordered on the miraculous.

“What do you think people like us can’t resist?” Hanson Lee asked another question.

“Something like Cloud Mist tea is probably irresistible to us.” Graceful Lee didn’t play the fool; Hanson Lee had made it so apparent. If he still didn’t understand, he must be a complete idiot.

“So, if we can’t resist such a thing, do you think the private club with the invitation system of the Moon of West Lake will succeed?” Hanson Lee asked calmly.

“Of course.” Graceful Lee had no doubts about this at all because both he and his father were hoping to become the next batch of invited members of the Moon of West Lake.

“So, I don’t need to spell out how many rich people are in this club, right? The deeds of Damian Bryan, the president of Concaster, are no secret in this circle. Of course, nobody else has the right to say anything, and since he eventually succeeded, they have even less right to say anything. So, there will be many people like this in the future. Perhaps when they’re young, it doesn’t seem like much, but the older they get, the more they fear death.” Hanson Lee started speaking nonchalantly.

“So, what you’re saying is, Finn Lewis will definitely succeed in the future and, because of this club, many rich people might gather around him, forming a massive conglomerate? Is that what you mean?” Graceful Lee asked respectfully.

“Tell me.” Finn asked curiously.

Even though what Fishy said was somewhat different from Finn’s thoughts, she had her own ideas. Moreover, the Asian Infrastructure Investment Bank was indeed the key. This could be the start of Flame Nation establishing its own circle.

“Young Master, I’ve found some information.” Olivia Thatcher’s voice resounded. Finn lifted his hand and glanced at the time. Olivia had managed to find clues within just over an hour—a remarkable feat.

“Hmm, good eye. Keep it up. I have some things to deal with. In the meantime, you could go next door...” Finn chuckled before pointing towards the room next door.

Fishy gave Finn a knowing look, rose to her feet, and headed towards the next room. After Fishy had left, Finn closed the door, and his face darkened instantly. He quickly pulled out his phone. “Olivia, tell me, who was it really?” Finn asked.

“At this moment, we can’t identify the actual mastermind. However, these people are probably from the international mercenary organization Liquid Gold,” Olivia replied.

“Liquid Gold?” Finn furrowed his eyebrows.

“Yes, Liquid Gold. It’s a large-scale international mercenary organization. If we go by the international mercenary rank, it should be an A-grade mercenary corps. They have roughly 600 mercenaries, and in addition to that, they have about 800 personnel involved in logistics and other roles,” Olivia quickly answered.

“Excellent!” Finn responded grimly.

“Can we confirm their location?” Finn inquired immediately.

“We have confirmed it. I have detailed records in hand, including their channels into Flame Nation, the procedures they’ve gone through, and the people who handled their procedures,” Olivia answered succinctly.

“Very well. In that case, be prepared to have Backup 1 take over,” Finn intoned coldly. “Since they dared to accept such a task, they should be prepared for the consequences. However, I have one question. If they’re merely mercenaries, why are they willing to commit suicide without hesitation if they fail? It seems that most mercenaries would choose to surrender if they fail, wouldn’t they?”