Yang Jian's sudden appearance caught everyone in the conference hall off guard.
Just moments ago, they had been discussing whether to eliminate this uncertain factor in Dachang City. The decision had barely been made when he came knocking.
Was it a coincidence, or intentional?
"You want to deal with me? I don't have a problem with that. After all, who doesn't have a few enemies when they're out in the world? But I'd really like to know why. I don't seem to have offended any of you here, have I?"
Yang Jian sat atop the conference table, facing five or six guns aimed at him without showing the slightest fear.
He was calm, so calm that it seemed as though he did not consider anyone present worth his attention.
"Wang Xiaoqiang, you're the club's president. Could you explain this to me? Tearing things apart and coming to blows for no reason... I'm afraid your subordinates might die without ever understanding why. That would be rather regrettable."
Wang Xiaoqiang said grimly, "You truly have no grudge against the Xiaoqiang Club, but your appearance has blocked certain people's path. The situation in Dachang City must be controlled by certain people. It cannot be handed over to a poor student with no status or background like you. Perhaps you haven't realized how important you are yet, but you are indeed a potential threat."
"Once you pass the assessment and become the person in charge, you'll take over public security in Dachang City. When that happens, the city's interest groups will undergo enormous changes. Many people don't want to see that, because you're far too uncontrollable."
"Is that reason sufficient enough?"
Yang Jian looked at him. "A struggle for power? That really does fit the way you adults think. You'll do anything for profit.