Sea City's Underground Boss?

Two hours later.

Top-floor office of Sea City's Misa Nightclub.

The nearly 200-square-meter office was luxurious to the extreme, prestigious to the extreme!

In the center of the room, behind a three-meter-long desk.

A burly man in a suit with a fox-fur collar sat in the darkness, the red ember of the cigar in his mouth flickering on and off.

In the height of summer, the man's fur collar looked rather out of place.

But there was no denying that the outfit did add a touch of Aura to him.

It gave off the distinct impression of someone ruthless and cold-blooded.

Behind the burly man stood a stunning black-haired beauty in a red qipao, gently massaging his shoulders.

Knock, knock, knock!

Urgent knocking sounded.

"Black Fox Boss, something strange has happened!"

A middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit entered, his face filled with anxiety.

The burly man behind the desk remained calm and said slowly, "Afeng, why are you acting so flustered? Have some dignity."

"Boss, I can't help panicking! I've lived for over forty years, and I've never seen anything this bizarre!"

Afeng was agitated. "Boss, an hour ago, two of our establishments were raided!"

"Raided? What's there to panic about? Just pull some strings and reopen them."

Black Fox remained composed as he gently stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray.

"No, Boss, those two bars hadn't even opened yet! They'd only just finished renovations!"

"Sure, we had some goods stocked inside, but we hadn't received a single customer! Other than our own brothers, no one could possibly have known our places were carrying goods!"

Black Fox frowned slightly. "So there's an informant among our people?"

"Boss, that was what I thought at first!"

Afeng said with a miserable expression, "At first, I didn't take those two places seriously, because I was at the docks preparing to receive a shipment. There were three of us: me, Mad Dog, and Razor!"

"But before the fishing boat delivering the goods could even dock, it was intercepted by the Maritime Police! We lost everything!"

"What?"

Black Fox abruptly straightened up from his chair!

Afeng continued, "Boss, you know that only the three of us and you knew the information about that cargo ship arriving at port!"

"One of the three of you is an informant?"

Black Fox narrowed his eyes, and his voice suddenly turned icy!

"Boss, it's not that simple. Just as the three of us were about to investigate each other, we suddenly got a bizarre phone call!"

"The kid on the phone seemed to know everything. He only said one thing: Don't bother looking. There's no traitor among you!"

Afeng's hands trembled slightly. "Boss, the place where we boarded was along the coast, and we randomly picked the back side of a reef to hide ourselves. There couldn't possibly have been surveillance there! We searched ourselves too. No bugs!"

"And when we came here to find you, he called several more times!"

"He told us where you were!"

"He also told us we'd taken the wrong car keys, and told Razor not to wait for the red light!"

"When we got into the elevator just now, he even knew we forgot to press the button!"

"He can hear everything, and he can see everything!"

After Afeng finished speaking, he cautiously looked around, still shaken.

Black Fox furrowed his brows and instinctively swept his gaze around the room as well. "Don't be nervous. There are no cameras in my room, and there can't possibly be any listening devices!"

Black Fox rose from his chair. He was nearly two meters tall, with a broad chest like a city wall, exuding immense pressure!

"It seems our opponent this time is no ordinary one."

"But I, Black Fox, don't believe in this supernatural nonsense of his!"

"As long as he's alive, he can't possibly leave no traces behind!"

Then Black Fox took out a fresh cigar and slowly put it between his lips, his eyes narrowing.

Afeng hurriedly looked around for a lighter, but could not find one.

Just then, the phone Black Fox had placed on the desk suddenly rang.

"It's him!"

Afeng glanced at the caller ID, his voice trembling.

Black Fox calmly gestured to him. Afeng pressed the speakerphone button, and a voice immediately came through. It sounded young, with a teasing tone. "Your lighter is in your LV leather bag."

Black Fox and Afeng exchanged a glance.

Their hair instantly stood on end!

Afeng frantically picked up the bag on the desk and rummaged through it, but could not find it at first.

"It's tucked between those celebrity nudes of yours," the voice on the phone said lazily.

Afeng pulled out the photos, and with a smack, the lighter fell onto the desk.

"Oh, and that pile of information in your bag that you planned to use to blackmail officials is all fake. You got played, idiot!"

The voice on the phone spoke carelessly.

But cold sweat instantly broke out on Black Fox's forehead!

He grabbed his own leather bag and warily stared around the room.

"Also, tell your little lover that you won't be going to her place tonight. You're not going anywhere today!"

"Who the hell are you?!"

Black Fox flew into a rage, snatched up the phone, and roared!

"Weren't you so sure I'd leave traces behind? Come find me if you can!"

Beep, beep, beep.

The other party hung up.

An eerie silence filled the office.

Afeng stood frozen to one side, not daring to breathe.

Black Fox's expression was grave.

He knew he had encountered a formidable opponent this time!

If the other party even knew where his lighter was.

What secrets could he possibly still have?

Wouldn't that mean he could be killed at any moment?

Suddenly, the black-haired beauty behind Black Fox handed him a note: Boss, why not try tracing that phone number?

"Right! Afeng, immediately—"

Black Fox suddenly stopped, covered the note with his hand, and whispered, "Do it immediately. Get the best hacker in the underworld to handle it. Find him at any cost! Quickly!"

After a long thirty minutes.

Black Fox, who had already hidden himself in a storage room, finally received news. The location of that phone number had been determined!

It was actually in an internet café next to Misa Nightclub!

"I thought he was some reclusive master. Turns out he's just a snot-nosed little hacker!"

A terrifyingly sinister smile appeared on Black Fox's face. "Send twenty men over. No, thirty! Bring that brat back to me!"

"You dare eavesdrop on Laozi? I'll teach you what it means to regret something for the rest of your life!"

Ring, ring, ring!

Black Fox's phone rang again!

It was still that number!

How was that possible?!

The phone in his hand was also brand-new, with a new number!

Black Fox nervously answered it. The other party merely said blandly, "Here's some fair advice: send some experts over!"

What the hell was this?!

Black Fox staggered back three steps!

The storage room, less than five square meters in size, was completely empty at the moment. There was nothing inside!

There could not possibly be surveillance!

The only electrical appliance was the light bulb on the ceiling!

Twenty minutes earlier.

Liu Di arrived at an internet club called Grand Court.

Under the owner's dumbfounded gaze, Liu Di directly scanned the code and paid one million!

Liu Di asked the owner to clear out all the customers and leave the doors wide open!

He said he was going to fight someone soon!

At this moment.

The puzzled owner watched the young man sitting in the middle of the internet café, calmly smoking.

Whose rich second-generation kid was this?

Was he imitating those gangster movies and arranging a showdown?

Stupid and loaded!

One million was enough to buy three times the machines in his internet café!

Fights in internet cafés happened all the time!

Usually, it was just a few kids fighting, breaking a few chairs at most and smashing a few screens!

He was guaranteed to make one million!

Haha, what incredible luck!

But would this fight even happen?

The owner was actually starting to get bored!

But when he casually turned his head and looked outside.

"Holy shit! What's going on?!"

He saw a massive crowd of tattooed youths, at least a hundred of them, gripping clubs and machetes as they marched over menacingly!

And their target.

Was that foolish rich second-generation kid still smoking!