"While he was alive, he never let anyone feel at ease. Now that he's dead, he's still causing so much trouble!"
Lin Qi reacted quickly, shaking his head with a smile. "How could that be?"
"He only mentioned a lot of things meant to urge me on. You know, he was always very wary of the expansion of domestic capital forces."
"In his eyes, I was one of them."
There was nothing unusual about Lin Qi's behavior—not his expression, tone, or choice of words.
Pelius nodded as if he strongly agreed. Mr. Truman had spoken to him about Lin Qi.
He had said that Lin Qi's Blackstone Capital was more dangerous than the other consortiums because its expansion was orderly yet unstoppable.
Lin Qi was very good at using all sorts of federal rules. Whether they were unwritten conventions or rules defined by law, he could employ them with ease.
Moreover, he was always one step ahead of everyone else. He might not be far ahead, but being one or two steps, or two or three steps, ahead made it very difficult for people to find a weakness in him.
Unless someone could attack him directly without going through a legal trial—but that was precisely the least likely possibility.
Because such an obvious violation of the rules of the game would provoke the shared hostility of the entire federal capital world and all capitalists! Anyone—or any organization—that violated the rules of the game and might attack them directly would ultimately meet a miserable end.
Lin Qi was very good at using the rules to protect himself and everything he possessed. He was a terrifying man, and an even more terrifying enemy.
In the letter Mr. Truman had left for Pelius, apart from discussing how the military and capital should not