I wish you peace and love

In that spacious and luxurious nightclub, in a luxurious box with top-notch configuration, all the people from Lapon's lineage and those bigwigs from various parties who were invited had already gathered together.

"Bang!" With this shout, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn.

The burly Englishman smoking a cigar looked at Lapon sitting opposite him on the sofa with a puzzled look on his face, and slowly said, "You have always been a loner, and you hate others disturbing your quiet little world. But today you are so abnormal that you took the initiative to invite us here. What's the matter?"

As he spoke, he blew out a big smoke ring, and his slightly unfamiliar Chinese pronunciation made the sentence sound a little different.

As he was speaking, before Lapon could answer, a group of beauties carefully selected by Paon had already arrived outside the door.

These women are all hot and graceful, like beautiful flowers, exuding charming charm.

After a moment, a permission was given from inside the room, and the group of beauties cautiously opened the door and filed in.

The moment they stepped into the room, they couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. After all, they knew that the people in this box were all powerful and respected people from all walks of life.

The man who had gathered them here repeatedly instructed them to do their best to serve these distinguished guests and satisfy them.

Because as long as they can please these people, they can not only get generous monetary rewards, but also hope to live a stable and prosperous life from then on; but if there is a slight mistake and they fail to serve them properly, then what awaits them may be an extremely tragic end, and they may even find it difficult to escape unscathed.

"Wow, there is such a beautiful woman serving me. This is really a surprise!" An expression of flattery instantly appeared on the cigar man's face.

"What? Doesn't Mr. Ge like this arrangement?" Lapon casually turned the exquisite lighter in his hand. With a crisp "click", the flame rose up, and he gently lit the cigarette in his hand.

Then he turned his gaze to the cigar man opposite him and asked with a half-smile: "If you are really dissatisfied, I can ask them all to leave."

"No, no, no! Don't do that!" Before he finished speaking, the cigar man reached out his hand impatiently and slapped the girl's perky buttocks who was nestling in his arms, making a crisp sound, and a lewd smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"If you don't want them to leave, just shut up!" Lapon's face suddenly darkened, and he stared at him coldly and said.

The atmosphere in the entire room became tense. Everyone was silent, not daring to make a sound.

The middle-aged man who was invited to sit nearby and was brave enough tilted his head slightly, looking at the young man who was lazily leaning on the sofa, and said attentively, "Peng, did you hear that Yan Juan was seriously injured during the mission and is now on his deathbed?"

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, everyone in the box immediately looked at the young man who was lazily leaning on the sofa.

He was wearing a well-tailored black suit, his long legs casually crossed, one hand on the armrest, and the fingertips of the other hand gently holding a lit cigarette, but he did not put it in his mouth, just letting the smoke rise.

The man called Pong was originally named Lapong Chanadeesai, and he was a Thai-American mixed-race.

He has deep facial features, heroic aura and impeccable looks, so even if his hair is combed back it does not affect his appearance at all.

The thin lips slightly pursed under the high nose bridge reveal his noble arrogance and domineering attitude.

At this moment, after hearing the middle-aged man's question, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an arc that seemed like a smile but not a smile.

Just a moment is enough to bewitch people.

It’s a pity that his face always shows a terrifying expression of "a ferocious monster".

His whole body exuded an icy and merciless chill, making him look as hideous as a demon from the depths of hell. The few ladies who were called to serve him would be frightened by the terrifying aura he exuded as soon as they took a quick glance at him, and they didn't dare to approach him at all.

Lapon was not in a hurry to respond to the middle-aged man's words. Instead, he took a deep puff of cigarette in silence and then exhaled. His handsome face was blurred in the smoke, making it impossible to see his expression.

After a moment, he turned his gaze towards the other party, with a hint of disdain and indifference in his eyes, "Oh, really?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man seemed a little excited.

He eagerly moved forward, gesturing with his hands unconsciously, and raised his voice and said, "It's absolutely true! Peng, don't disbelieve it! You should know that Yan Juan's skills are quite extraordinary, and they are definitely not comparable to ordinary people.

Moreover, he also controls a powerful mercenary team! More importantly, there is a powerful man behind him to support him. However, even such a powerful person suffered a Waterloo this time. "

Lapon's subordinate Paon suddenly sneered, "Humph! No matter how powerful he is, what can he do? He doesn't think fast enough, and it's all in vain in the end."

After saying this, a look of great disdain appeared on his face.

"Assistant Pa is right." At this time, another bearded man quickly agreed. He nodded slightly, with a cunning light in his eyes.

Then, as if he had found a perfect topic, he joined the gossip discussion with an exaggerated expression, and narrated vividly: "But do you know? I heard that he accidentally fell into the trap carefully set by the enemy, so he ended up in such a miserable situation now. Otherwise, with his skills, who could hurt him at all?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man who was sitting nearby suddenly raised his head, his face full of astonishment, and asked in disbelief: "Is this news really reliable?"

The bearded man patted his chest and assured, "Of course, I can't be wrong!"

After hearing his words, the middle-aged man fell into deep thought and muttered to himself, "I can't believe who has the guts to set up such a trap to deal with Yan Juan. This is clearly a blatant provocation to Lu Xiche. It can be regarded as a formal declaration of war against Lu Xiche!"

While everyone was talking, Lapon reached out and cleaned his ears as if nothing had happened, then casually pressed the burnt cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray.

Then, she slowly raised her extremely cold eyes, and her gaze shot straight at the middle-aged man beside her like a cold arrow.

"What if I really declare war on him?" His voice was as cold as ice, and every word was chilling.

"What...what?" The middle-aged man was dumbfounded by his sudden words, his face full of disbelief.

Declare war on that man???

This is simply unbelievably crazy!

Lu Xiche is a man who is successful in both the black and white worlds. Not only does he have extraordinary strength, but he also has an extremely powerful background and support behind him.

To declare war on such a person is either an act of sheer idiocy, with no understanding of how terrifying the other person is; or it is simply a desire to die, with no regard for what tragic end one will face!

I ask, who has the guts to challenge such a terrifying existence? This is undoubtedly courting death!

He carefully observed Lapon's expression, trying to find any trace of joking or disguise on that handsome and indifferent face, but he found none.

After a long while, the middle-aged man came back to his senses. He widened his eyes and asked, "Peng, so you mean to say that Yan Juan's injury was caused by you?"

"What do you think?" Lapon sneered and spoke, but there was no trace of joking in his tone.

He had said it so clearly that even if the bigwigs from all sides who were solemnly invited were stupid and slow, they now knew that all this was indeed the work of La Peng.

For a moment, a suffocating silence filled the room.

Everyone was silent like sculptures, and everyone's face showed a complex and indescribable expression.

In this dead silence, Lapon's deep gaze swept across everyone present, breaking the silence, and then said: "I believe everyone knows the purpose of calling you here today?" His voice was not loud, but it carried a chilling aura.

In fact, these powerful and knowledgeable bigwigs knew clearly in their minds that the real intention of gathering them here this time was nothing more than to win them over to join their camp and jointly fight against the powerful Lu Xiche.

For the bigwigs from all sides, they are now facing a very difficult decision...

Everyone knows how strong Lu Xiche is.

However, now he has quietly returned to China for a woman, and has shifted his work focus to the country, devoting himself to domestic affairs. He has not been back for four months.

All the overseas businesses that he once controlled were entrusted to Yan Juan.

Speaking of Yan Juan, he is also a very powerful person, with outstanding abilities and clever methods, and is in no way inferior to Lu Xiche.

It's a pity that he is now seriously injured and in critical condition. It's still a big question whether he can wake up, let alone take up this heavy responsibility again...

No one can predict what will happen in the future. So will they follow Lapon's wishes and fight against the powerful enemy together with him; or will they maintain a neutral position and not get involved in this seemingly dangerous battle?