The World Was a Giant Ramshackle Troupe

Shocking news spread through the Ming Continent World.

A young man had stormed into the Jin Consortium's headquarters and slain the demigod Jin Jiuhan.

He had also slaughtered every Level 8 powerhouse left behind at the Jin Consortium headquarters. Jin Chang, the head of the Jin Consortium, had been killed, and the Jin Consortium's core members had suffered devastating casualties!

The entire headquarters had practically been razed to the ground.

Technology in this world was highly advanced, and the news quickly spread.

The entire Mingzhou Continent was shaken. The other families dispatched their intelligence operatives, using every possible method to investigate the matter.

The news was simply too shocking. The major conglomerates had maintained their standoff for many years. Although the Jin Consortium had intended to swallow up the other conglomerates, accomplishing that had been extremely difficult.

Yet no one had expected a young man to suddenly charge into the Jin Consortium and flatten it.

Soon, another piece of news emerged: the young man had supported a member of the Jin Consortium's younger generation, Jin Shaoxun, and used the opportunity to seize control of the military.

Such a thing should have been difficult to accomplish, yet its progress seemed far smoother than anyone had imagined.

In only a few days, many places erupted into upheaval.

Many commanders from the Jin Consortium's regional legions declared their loyalty to the young man, while many directors and senior officials of the Intelligence Division also expressed their allegiance.

The other demigods were all alarmed.

As the Old Ancestor of the Song Family listened to the reports around him, he fell into a long silence.

He glanced outside and said in a deep voice, "Has Qingyao arrived?"

Before long, Song Qingyao walked in.

Song Qingyao wore a business suit. Her calves were smooth and