The big shots around the table did not even dare to breathe.
Normally, they only had a few dozen or a hundred underlings, did some business, and occasionally handled a few matters. Being able to intimidate people was already impressive enough.
What the hell was this?
It looked like an Evil Cult.
Several people were already sweating heavily. They felt that if they performed even a little poorly, they might truly never make it out that door.
Old Wu swallowed hard and began to feel fortunate that he knew his own limits.
The first person the other side had sent to find him had only been an ordinary underling. After a brief conversation, thinking of his resentment toward the Northern King, he had simply decided to go all in and agreed. This was also because that underling had brought at least five or six people, all armed with guns and looking extremely confident, allowing the opportunistic Old Wu to see an opportunity.
If your strength can't beat theirs, I'll still have a way out safely.
That was what he had thought at the time. It was not until their second meeting, earlier that day, when dozens of armed young men arrived, that he finally made up his mind. That was how he came to accept the mission and invite this group of bosses and big shots to dinner.
Seeing that no one dared to speak, one of the men in the middle suddenly laughed, raised the glass in front of him, and said to the people standing by the door, "The young lady carries herself with great authority. She is truly heroic. I, Luo, am utterly convinced. From today onward, I formally pledge my loyalty to the young lady."
"The one you should pledge loyalty to is not me, but