The moment he asked the question, the Wild War King, who had never feared anything, broke out in a fine layer of cold sweat.
Ling Xiaodong was genuinely afraid.
He had fought through years of gunfire in Southeast Asia, risking his life to build the Underworld into a vast empire worth tens of billions of dollars.
If all those overseas assets were seized,
wouldn't he fall overnight from the free-spending king of the Underworld to a pauper worse off than an ordinary office worker?
After all, Gu Qingshang had fired him, and he couldn't scrape together so much as a coin. His face was cleaner than his pockets.
Without that vast overseas fortune to back him, his grand plan to make his mark in the Imperial Capital and spend lavishly on women would become a joke.
At that question, laden with panic,
Leona fell silent on the other end of the line for a full half minute.
"Lord of the Underworld..."
Leona's voice was dry and hoarse, thick with bitterness.
"Unfortunately, Interpol has joined forces with other agencies to freeze all our overseas fixed assets and corporate accounts in the name of counterterrorism."
"At present... aside from the last ten million dollars in your secret private account in the Cayman Islands,"
"the rest of our assets, worth tens of billions, have been carved up by Dragon King Hall and the Golden Triangle warlords. They took everything."
At that, Leona felt a surge of resentment and anger herself.
After all, the Underworld had done plenty of the same—plundering defeated rivals to establish itself quickly in the Golden Triangle.
That was simply the law of the jungle in the underworld: the strong preyed on the weak.
But Leona had never imagined the tables would turn so quickly.
The stronghold she had worked