Announcement of Death

In a large conference hall within the Virtual Space.

This was a space of pure silver. Silver walls, a silver floor, and a massive silver conference table.

Arranged neatly around the table were six chairs, pitch-black in color.

Hong, dressed in black, sat at the head of the table, while five Inspectors, clad in white robes, sat around him.

"Confirm the news of Luo Feng's death." Hong's expression was indifferent, though a trace of weariness flickered deep within his eyes.

How could this junior, whom he held in such high regard, have fallen in the No. 9 Ancient Civilization Ruins?

Could there be some hidden danger inside that place?

"Luo Feng's inheritance is to be transferred in its entirety to his family. The King Rank Intelligent Fighter Jet and the Black God Set shall be reclaimed by the Dojo."

Hearing this, the expressions of the five Inspectors shifted slightly.

"Understood." The five Inspectors acknowledged the order, though their hearts were filled with complex emotions.

With Hong's command, no one would dare to covet Luo Feng's assets. Furthermore, that intelligent fighter jet and the Black God Set were both priceless treasures.

If they were in Luo Feng's hands, no one would dare to gossip, but if they were in the hands of his family, it would be a case of "the innocent man is guilty of a crime because of his treasure."

On August 30, 2058, the official website of the Extreme Martial Arts Gym announced the death of War God Luo Feng.

At the top floor of the Jiuzhou Group's Jiangnan Base City Headquarters Building, in Chu He's office.

Since the meeting that day, Chu He had flown directly to Jiangnan Base City.

He was simultaneously researching a bag to preserve the spiritual essence of herbs and using a Spirit Cultivation Secret Technique to nurture high-grade herbs.

It hadn't been difficult to find the method for the herb-preserving bag from the Seed of Divine Ability; it took about the same amount of time as researching the Spirit-Pointing Needle. A piece of equipment dubbed the Spirit-Nurturing Bag had just been freshly produced.

However, regarding the cultivation of high-grade herbs, because the time was too short, he had only managed to produce a new batch of seedlings.

Today, after seeing the news on the Extreme Martial Arts Gym's website, Chu He immediately summoned Luo Hua.

"Xiao Hua, for this leave of yours, take a few more security guards and bodyguards back with you," Chu He said softly, looking at the grief-stricken Luo Hua before him.

"Don't be in such a hurry to refuse."

"Last month was the first month the Financial Investment Department officially began operations, and you contributed nearly one billion in profits to the group. This is what you deserve."

Luo Hua's eyes were red, and he was deeply moved, yet he still refused: "President Chu, this is against company policy..."

"By the way, Xiao Hua," Chu He continued, speaking as if to himself, "It is said that War God Luo Feng left behind a massive inheritance. If you want to resign and work on your own, just let me know and..."

"President Chu, that's not what I meant." Luo Hua hurriedly stood up, waving his hands repeatedly.

"Alright, alright, I didn't say anything," Chu He said, pressing his hands down in a calming gesture. "Sit down first and listen to me carefully."

"My point is, if that inheritance is too massive, some people might start eyeing your family. Even if it's just to ensure the group doesn't lose a talented individual, I should be paying more attention to your safety."

"President Chu..." Luo Hua's voice choked with emotion. In his heart, he sighed, thinking that President Chu was truly a good man. "Thank you."

"Don't be such a crybaby; that's no way for a grown man to act." Chu He laughed and gave Luo Hua a light punch to the chest.

"A huge portion of the people in this company were hired by my father; they're all old timers."

"We're about the same age. If you don't mind, just call me Brother Chu. From now on, the two of us brothers will work in unison to make Jiuzhou Group bigger and stronger."

After saying this, seeing Luo Hua moved to the point of choking up again, Chu He let out a mischievous chuckle. "Don't get the wrong idea, though. I'm not after your family's inheritance."

"Heh, Pres... President Chu," Luo Hua managed a strained laugh. "Jiuzhou Group's market value is so high, how could I possibly think that?"

Seeing that Luo Hua's eyes were red-rimmed but his expression was no longer as heavy with grief, Chu He didn't mind that Luo Hua hadn't called him 'Brother.' Instead, he shifted the topic and asked, "Right, I heard your sister-in-law dropped out of school because she was overcome with grief?"

"What do you think... if I brought her in to be the general manager of the Toy Factory?"

"The Toy Factory?" Luo Hua was stunned, unable to understand how this President Chu had arrived at such an idea.

"Exactly. Look, when people are too heartbroken, it's partly because of deep emotional attachment, but also because they have no career of their own to focus on."

"If your sister-in-law gets busy, perhaps this situation will ease up a bit."

Listening to Chu He's analysis, Luo Hua actually felt that it made some sense.

"President Chu, you should ask her about this directly. I wouldn't dare make decisions for my sister-in-law."

"Of course. I'm just giving you a heads-up so you can be mentally prepared," Chu He nodded.

When it came to the matter of Xu Xin, Chu He didn't have a single malicious thought.

Not to mention that Luo Feng would be back in three months, Chu He's own moral standards wouldn't allow him to do such a thing.

The thought of recruiting Xu Xin was purely because of the business talent she had displayed in the original story.

It had nothing to do with currying favor with City Lord Luo.

At this moment, deep within the Ruins of Ancient Civilization No. 9, inside a room that looked like a crystal palace.

Luo Feng, sporting a wild, bushy beard, looked down at his Communication Watch.

"A year! It's been a whole year!"

"Mom, Dad, Xiao Hua, Xu Xin... wait for me to come back!"

Two lines of tears slid down.

He had no idea that a shameless fellow in the outside world was currently plotting how to round up both his Xiao Hua and Xu Xin, planning to drag them all in to work for the Jiuzhou Group.

In the Shanshui Residential Complex of Jiangnan, at the mountaintop villa on Huayao Peak, the couple Li Yao and Venina had finally returned to this house.

Inside the villa.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! Good! This is great! I am truly overjoyed!" Li Yao clenched his fists, his expression twisted with excitement.

Ever since he failed to kill Luo Feng on Mist Island, only to watch the boy gain immense benefits and officially enter the sight of Hong, Li Yao had felt that he no longer had any hope of revenge.

But who would have thought that the situation would take such a turn, and the boy would actually end up trapped in the Ruins of Ancient Civilization No. 9.

Nine months ago, when he heard that Luo Feng had failed to emerge within three months, Li Yao had been secretly looking forward to this day.

He never expected... that the dream would actually come true!

Beside him, Venina wore a similarly twisted smile and whispered, "It's too easy for him. We didn't get to avenge our son with our own hands."

As she spoke, Venina's eyes lit up, and she looked at Li Yao. "Yao, he has family too. He killed our child, so we should..."

"Stop!" Li Yao glanced warily out the window. When he turned back to look at Venina, his eyes seemed to glint with a green light as he gritted his teeth. "You're right!"

"To prevent the Extreme Martial Arts Gym from interfering, this time, we will use secular means to slowly torture Luo Feng's family!"

"Good, I will mobilize our family's influence within the HR Alliance right now." Venina laughed with a hint of madness.

This time, Hong would have no reason to find the Alliance Chairman to stop them!