Mythology Management System

This place was originally an indoor stadium, similar in nature to a martial arts school, and was one of the forces under the White Shark Gang.

Several men who came to work out approached the stadium and noticed something was wrong with it.

When did so many fierce-looking guards appear at the stadium entrance?

One of the men smiled and offered a cigarette to one of the guards, asking, "Brother, is the stadium closed today?"

The guard took the cigarette and impatiently shooed them aside: "Go away, go away, this place has been booked. Several important people are coming today, so don't cause any trouble."

The man didn't seem to care much and laughed, "What important figures could possibly come from a small place like this?"

The man's companion tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to keep quiet. The man glanced back, and cold sweat immediately dripped down his forehead.

"That...that's the leader of the Iron Fist Society?"

The man who arrived had a long scar on his face, and his fists were more than twice the size of an average person's, making him look like a deformed child with developmental delays.

However, no one present dared to laugh out loud, or even make eye contact with him.

As the leader of the Iron Fist Society approached the stadium entrance, several guards, being quite perceptive, went to meet him from a distance.

"Oh, Master Mo, you've arrived?" The guard greeted him with a fawning smile.

Iron Fist leader Mo Tie glanced at him, nodded, and said, "Is everyone here?"

"Almost there, almost there, just a few of you are missing."

Mo Tie walked into the stadium without looking back, and several guards wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.

This Master Mo is no ordinary person. The Iron Fist Society, which he leads, is among the top ten in the underground world. More importantly, the leader of the Iron Fist Society has always been an ally of their boss, White Shark, so he is not to be offended.

The guard looked at the man in front of him and sneered, "Now you know that everyone who comes here is a big shot, right? This is not a place for you to join in the fun."

The man chuckled awkwardly twice, then led his companions away to a hotel near the stadium.

“No, we can’t sneak in,” the man said, shaking his head.

Xiong Ming showed an expression of "I knew it," clearly having anticipated this outcome.

"Let's just stay here and watch. They've made such a big commotion this time, they can't hide it anymore."

The man from earlier was one of the people they sent to investigate. He was first-rate in both disguise and acting skills, but unfortunately, he still failed to infiltrate the area.

This time, the White Shark Gang took the lead, and many forces, large and small, in Qingshui City were invited to participate, so they must be planning something big.

A look of worry appeared in Xiong Ming's eyes as he asked, "Have the spies from the other districts gone in yet?"

Wu Song, standing to the side, shook his head: "No, these people are more cautious than we imagined."

Xiong Ming sighed, "Sigh, I have a feeling that things are about to change in Qingshui City."

The people in the room remained silent, all sharing the same worry.

……

Inside the stadium, it has now been transformed into a temporary conference hall, a feat easily accomplished by the White Shark Gang's financial resources.

The waiters standing at the door kept leading the newcomers to their seats. At first glance, there were already nearly a hundred people in the room.

Mo Tie, the leader of the Iron Fist Society, was quite well-known among these people, and he was surrounded by many people as soon as he arrived.

"Master Mo, it's been a long time." An old man cupped his hands in greeting to Mo Tie.

The old man looked to be at least sixty years old, and it was quite incongruous for him to call Mo Tie, who was twenty or thirty years younger than him, "Master Mo."

Those present were already used to it; wasn't it only natural that those with strength were respected?

On the path of cultivation, age is no barrier; those who have attained enlightenment are teachers. Perhaps one day Mo Tie will be the first to break through and can then offer some guidance to them.

Mo Tie returned the greeting and said, "Old Master An, it's been a long time. What brings you here today?"

This old man An cannot be considered a completely underground force. Compared to them, this old man is more like a legitimate force that has successfully retired.

Grandpa An stroked his beard and laughed, "The Black Dragon Society left behind such a big piece of cake, and quite a few people have their eyes on it. Even the underground people in Qingshui City couldn't help but jump out. This old man can't help but get involved."

It wasn't that he wanted to participate, but he really had no choice but to participate. This time, the White Shark Gang wanted to do something big, and they invited every influential force in Qingshui City.

Most of the factions also came over to see what tricks the White Shark Gang was planning.

This old man has lived for so long that he has become quite shrewd, and he has a good idea of ​​what White Shark's purpose is.

This time, it looks like war is about to break out.

Mo Tie remained silent. There were many intelligent people in the room, and quite a few of them saw through White Shark's intentions.

It's simply that with the Black Dragon Society disbanded, the White Shark Gang wanted to take the opportunity to rise to power, but they were afraid that they couldn't fight against the Dragon Slayer Pavilion and the Fish Dragon Path, so they wanted to rely on their strength.

They all knew it was time to make a choice.

This scene is like an ancient emperor suddenly passing away, leaving behind several princes who are qualified to inherit the throne.

The Dragon Slayer Pavilion and the Fish Dragon Path are like neighboring countries, always ready to invade.

The White Shark Gang is the most likely heir to the throne. Other forces, even if they have some strength, are still far inferior to him.

These people all realized that it was time to choose sides.

This old man is very shrewd. At this time, other forces have all gotten involved. If they stay out of it, they will be considered unconventional and easily be targeted later.

In the past, when people fought for the throne, they were divided into several factions, with some supporting the eldest prince and others supporting the second prince.

Many people who see this will think, "Are these people stupid?"

Why do they have to get involved in the royal power struggle? Can't they just stay home and watch the show?

In fact, these people are just like Grandpa An; they can't help but get involved.

In ancient times, ministers who stood by and watched the struggle for the throne often met with bad ends.

People kept pouring in from outside, many of whom were from legitimate factions like Old Master An.

Mo Tie sat in his seat and glanced around, seeing many familiar faces.

Owner of Baiyulou, President of Tianxing Trading Company, CEO of Baishi Trading Group, CEO of Chifeng Pharmaceutical...

Many of them are openly affiliated with legitimate organizations, but as for their clandestine activities, everyone knows the truth.

These days, which businessperson doesn't have some dirty hands?

This era is not the peaceful times of the past. If you don't have some strength here, your own base might be taken down one day.

Therefore, even legitimate forces maintain a private armed force to ensure they are prepared for potential dangers.

Everyone who came found their place; most of the forces from Qingshui City had arrived, and White Shark also entered at the opportune moment.

Many people trembled upon seeing White Shark. They had all heard of his fearsome reputation. He was someone who had survived under the Black Dragon boss's command; it would be difficult for him not to become famous.

"Everyone!" White Shark said with a grin, and the arena instantly fell silent.

"Today, I, White Shark, invite you all to discuss important matters!!"