"Overlord Stronghold has business to handle today. Please... do us a favor."
When Overlord revealed his true face at the venue, the entire room fell silent.
One of the four fearsome gods on the Red List, Chun Prefecture's greatest pillar of support, the strongest man in the Northeast.
He slowly rose to his feet, his overwhelming presence making every spectator's breathing quicken.
Ji Min and Thirteen stood on either side of him and cupped their hands. "Old Mr. Wang, Old Mr. Qin, Uncle Bo Wen, please leave."
"Consider it a favor to our old men. Whether you put that favor on the Pao Ge Society's tab, the Ji Family's, Chun Prefecture's, or even the Guan Family's, that's fine."
"The older generation will repay it."
Ji Min wore a cheeky grin, but the Security Company he had brought showed no mercy.
With money in one hand and a knife in the other, they charged into the crowd of reporters and threatened, "Everyone, pick one."
Take the money and leave, or die here with everyone else.
Any reporter with half a brain took the payoff and cleared out.
If they offended the Ji Family, what media outlet would dare hire them afterward?
Watching the reporters and spectators leave the venue, Zhou Zhou completely panicked. At a loss, he ran up to the Wang Family's old patriarch and dropped to his knees with a thud.
"Old Wang, save me."
"You can't even reach Purple Gold's threshold... Kneeling before me? You're not qualified..." Old Wang shifted in his seat and shot Overlord a meaningful glance. "Your son blocked my door. How do we settle that?"
Overlord's Sworn Sons blocking Purple Gold was a matter that could be considered either big or small.
But since the other party had brought it up, they still had