The bald man's eyelids twitched, and his eyes suddenly sharpened. "Are you staring at me?"
"So what if I'm watching you? I've been investigating ever since the chairman's accident. Not just you, but everyone in the Bloody Hand Society has been investigated."
He surveyed the entire room, his gaze fierce as a wolf's, and the air instantly tensed, the tension almost palpable.
At this moment, the blonde woman spoke calmly, " Alders, please calm down. Vitas and the old butler are safe and sound and are on their way."
"Anything alright?!" Alders was taken aback, the hostility on his face softening slightly, his voice low and deep. "That's good... It seems Stodod can still handle things."
"Hmph!" Salata snorted again.
The news of the attack on Chen Xiao's convoy made the atmosphere in the hall even more oppressive. Many people's eyes darted around, their expressions gloomy, and their thoughts unreadable.
Half an hour later, everyone looked out the window at the same time. A hundred meters away, the gate of the manor was pushed open by a servant, and a convoy slowly drove in.
The lead Rolls-Royce came to a smooth stop in front of the villa's steps.
The servant on the steps immediately trotted forward and respectfully opened the back door of the car.
The old butler was the first to get out of the car, followed by an excited-looking George.
After the two, the black-haired boy stepped out of the car. He was dressed in a plain white shirt, with broad shoulders, a steady gait, and a calm expression like a deep pool.
He showed no trace of youthful naiveté, but rather the oppressive aura of someone who had long held a high position. The moment he landed, the entire hall seemed to be enveloped by an invisible aura, and everyone's back stiffened slightly.
Those clear, star-like eyes slowly swept across the entire room. No one dared to look directly at them; they instinctively lowered their eyes, turned their heads, or turned to the side.
For a moment, the hall fell silent; even breathing became softer. No one noticed the red-haired girl who was the last to get off the bus.
The old butler bowed and said, "Young Master, welcome home. The heads of the seven major families, the leader of the Blood Wolf Combat Group, and the head of the Blood Fox Department are all present."
"Okay, let's go in." Chen Xiao responded softly and walked towards the hall.
Behind them followed the old butler, Yidileisi, and Stodod and several confidants who hurriedly caught up.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, he walked straight to the head of the conference table. The old butler smiled warmly and announced in a loud voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Vitas Chen, the heir of the Chen Family."
He then turned to Chen Xiao and introduced them one by one, "Young Master, this is Lucia Hong, the head of the Hong Family; this is the representative of the Li Family..."
Each time a name was mentioned, the recipient would smile and nod respectfully in greeting.
No one dared to underestimate this boy who, according to rumors, had never interfered in family affairs and had lived in seclusion in a small town with his grandmother for many years.
After the introductions were finished, Chen Xiao's gaze swept over the diverse array of core gang members present. His voice, though not loud, was clear and distinct. "I've invited you all here today for two matters."
Bald-headed Salata asked in a deep voice, "Which two matters does Vitas intend to discuss?"
Chen Xiao shook his head, his tone flat. "It's not a discussion, it's a notification."
"First, the position of president will be taken over by a Chen Family. Effective immediately, it belongs to me."
"Secondly, the mole who betrayed my parents' whereabouts and colluded with Trunk should come forward. If he confesses voluntarily, he might at least be spared a proper burial."
In an instant, the hall fell silent, and all eyes were fixed on the black-haired boy in the main seat.
It was as if there was something wrong with their ears; no one could believe what they had just heard.
That's far too harsh and absolute, leaving no room for compromise or a way out. It's as if everyone present is just there for show.
Or did he really think that this room full of powerful and influential people could be so easily dismissed with a joke?
At this moment, a middle-aged man with dark brown skin and a lean, cheetah-like build on the right slowly spoke, "Patriarch Chen Family, are you testing us with those words?"
His name is Doragon, he belongs to the Teladogan Family, and his stance has always been neutral; his bloodline originates from the Saar People.
As soon as he spoke, strange expressions appeared on the faces of those around him, a mixture of doubt and scrutiny, surprise and hesitation.
Chen Xiao turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on his face, his tone flat and emotionless. "Do you think I'm testing you?"
Before he finished speaking, a slight smile played on his lips, but it was devoid of warmth. "What I never expected Bloody Hand Society was you, or rather, the Terradogan family, who have always 'stayed out of the way'."
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying mental pressure suddenly surged in Chen Xiao's eyes, locking onto Doragon: "Speak, why did you betray us?"
"I..."
Doragon had barely uttered a single word when his consciousness was struck as if by a heavy hammer, his mind went blank, and he blurted out. "I want to be the guild master of the Bloody Hand Society!"
These words caused an uproar throughout the room!
Almost at the same instant, Chen Xiao's pupils blazed with crimson light, and two scorching white beams of light shot through the air.
boom!
"Ah!!"
A scream tore through the air. Doragon's chest was pierced through on the spot, the charred wound emitting blue smoke; the beam of light, still powerful, cut another of his men in half at the waist, the severed body flying into the back wall with a "bang" and exploding, sending debris flying everywhere.
Click! Click!
The change came too quickly, catching everyone off guard. The leaders of the other major families sprang to their feet, staggered backward, and stared intently at Chen Xiao's eyes that were blazing with light, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.
Doragon's three remaining men instinctively drew their guns, the safety clicked off, and the muzzles were all aimed at Chen Xiao, their fingers already on the triggers.
boom!
The light in Chen Xiao's eyes suddenly went out, and he swung his right fist fiercely!
Boom!!
The sonic boom was deafening, and the shockwave surged like a raging torrent. Ten meters away, the three bodies exploded, and blood mist mixed with bits of flesh sprayed into the air, splattering everyone around them.
"Careful!"
"Stop!"
"Stop! Put down your guns!"
"Put it away! Are you all out of your minds?!"
The leaders finally came to their senses, shouting and struggling to quell the situation that was on the verge of collapse.
The hall was a mess, with tables and chairs overturned, walls cracked, and the air thick with the smell of burnt food and blood.
The atmosphere was as tense as a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.
Everyone froze in place, their eyes fixed on the black-haired boy.
No one expected that he would actually turn on them so suddenly, killing his enemy with a beam of light and shattering a corpse with a single punch—swift, ruthless, and leaving no room for breath.
The lean, young Black man Mora, stared intently at Chen Xiao, his Adam's apple bobbing, his expression grave.
Is this the power of Mutants?... Incredibly strong!
The heads of the other five major families also had similar expressions, still shocked and unsettled.
Before they arrived, they had already heard the news: Chen Xiao, the only surviving second young master of the Chen Family, was a Mutants only ability was to be stronger than a normal person, and he was not considered a threat.
These long-established families, some with histories spanning centuries, have a deeper understanding of Mutants than the Trunk.
They knew that not every Mutants possessed extraordinary abilities; most were weak and couldn't even handle an ordinary gunman; and many more had terrifying appearances due to genetic mutations and lived in the shadows.
Only a very small minority can maintain a normal human appearance while possessing overwhelming combat power; such individuals make up less than one percent of the Mutants population.
But... the intelligence report clearly stated that he was just "an ordinary person with a bit more strength"!?
At that moment, the people in charge were already cursing the person in charge of intelligence to the bone.
The feeling was like lying in ambush on the road waiting to shoot a docile dolphin, only to have the surface of the water break open and a monstrous whale leaping out with its jaws wide open.
At this moment, George, who had returned with Chen Xiao, asked in a deep voice, " Vitas, how could Salata be a traitor? He just now..."
This is the question that others also want to ask.
Doragon represents the Teladogan Family and has remained neutral for many years without any signs of rebellion; if we're talking about suspicion, the Stree and Ladedole families are more likely to be involved, since their covetousness for the chairmanship after the main branch of the Chen Family was murdered is no secret.
Chen Xiao said calmly, "It's simple. I can hear what he's thinking."
"What!?"
In an instant, everyone's expression changed drastically, and they subconsciously took two steps back, their eyes wary, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Who doesn't have a few things they don't want to show others? Who wants their thoughts exposed to the world?
Noticing their tension, Chen Xiao added calmly, "This ability has a threshold; it requires that he is thinking about it, and that thought is strong enough, for me to be able to detect it."
"For example, just now, when I asked 'Who is the traitor?' his emotions fluctuated violently, and I heard his greed and wishful thinking in that instant very clearly."
"I see..."
Lucia secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, as long as I remain calm, there's still room for maneuver. From now on, when I see him, I just need to keep my composure.
Just as the family leaders and the old butler all believed it to be true, Yidileisi lowered her eyes to hide the strange look in them.
She knew perfectly well that Chen Xiao's mutant abilities only had two aspects: physical enhancement and energy bursts, and had nothing to do with mind reading.
But just then, upon hearing that he could "see into people's hearts," Alders, the leader of the Blood Wolf Group who had been standing respectfully with his head bowed and showing his loyalty, slipped and took a half step back.
He had barely stepped back when Chen Xiao's gaze swept coldly over him, his voice low but clear. "I remember you, Alders."
Alders forced a smile, "Yes... yes, young master."
Chen Xiao said calmly, "The old butler told me about you. Back then, your grandfather rescued you from a small human trafficking gang on the border of Mala."
"We've nurtured you since you were a child, entrusted you with important responsibilities, and trusted you implicitly, ensuring you secured your position as the leader of the Bloody Hand Society' combat team, with your annual bonuses consistently exceeding one million US dollars."
"So tell me, what gives you the right to betray the Chen Family?"
Before he finished speaking, the entire room changed color again, and everyone stared at Alders, their faces full of shock: it turned out that he was the traitor who had been hiding the deepest secret.
Just now, he was so determined to seek justice for the Chen Family and put on an act of undying loyalty. Was it all just an act?
The instant Chen Xiao revealed his identity, Alders suddenly drew his gun, gripped the neck of the Li Family representative beside him tightly, and growled at Chen Xiao, "Don't move! Anyone who dares to make a move, I'll shoot them!"
His three trusted confidants immediately raised their submachine guns, sweeping the area with their gun barrels, their eyes tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Click! Click!
In an instant, all the bodyguards behind the heads of the various families drew their guns, the dark muzzles of which were all pointed at Alders and his group of four. The air suddenly froze, and tensions rose.