In the black stretch sedan, Wenwu sat by the rear window. After opening his eyes, he crossed one leg over the other and interlaced his fingers over his knee, every bit the mafia godfather.
To the Ten Rings Brotherhood members who knew Wenwu's identity and achievements, he was their faith.
Even though Wenwu had fallen in love with Ying Li, raised two children with her, and neglected things for several years.
As long as Wenwu gave the order, the Ten Rings Brotherhood would immediately gather before him from all over the world at the fastest possible speed.
That was Wenwu's prestige as the emperor of the underworld, something no one could shake.
And that was also why Aldrich Killian had only needed to fabricate the false identity of the "Mandarin" to scare those Western dignitaries senseless and make them believe it outright.
None of them dared gamble that the Mandarin was fake. The bombings orchestrated by Aldrich Killian had also been extremely deceptive, making those Western officials even less willing to question the Mandarin's identity.
At that thought, Wenwu shook his head and chuckled. It was time to set things right and reclaim his former reputation.
"Don't make a move. Find your positions and hold the place. I'll handle this personally and see whether that girl's skills have improved over the past few years."
"Yes."
The burly one-armed man had no doubts whatsoever about Wenwu's arrangement.
In his eyes, Wenwu was invincible. He simply did not want to personally handle every matter, which was why he needed people to do the legwork and why the Ten Rings Brotherhood existed.
Their value and purpose were to obey Wenwu's commands absolutely.
After giving his orders, Wenwu got out of the car alone. He raised a hand to undo the third button of