Return of the King, Dominating the City-Chapter 1654 - 1548: Troublesome Matters
Both had their own thoughts, but neither showed it on their face. Song Yun planned to open a movie market, partly to invest some of his money and partly to earn for himself. Meanwhile, Feng Gang wanted to associate with Song Yun, so the movies he made later could be released through Song Yun, and he wouldn’t have to worry about being blocked by the Radio and Television Bureau.
They both needed something from each other, but because neither was straightforward, they were making small talk while calculating how to bring the other to their side.
Sometimes, being straightforward has its advantages—it saves a lot of trouble at least.
It was past eleven at night, and as the financial center of Asia, the nightlife here was just beginning.
The van quickly arrived at the entrance of a big hotel, and then a group of people got out. Leading them was a man wearing a turban, followed by some people who seemed like followers, all carrying large suitcases.
Beside the man with the turban was a man from Shen Zhou in a suit. They walked to the hotel front desk, and the man with the turban spoke a lot of things rapidly. The Shen Zhou man then translated to the receptionist, "Mr. Mude says he has already reserved a room here."
"Could you please show your relevant documents so we can verify?" the receptionist said with a smile.
The Shen Zhou man explained to Mude, who then took out an ID card from his pocket and handed it over.
After verifying the identity information, the receptionist returned the ID to Mude and said, "Your room is on the fifth floor, and someone will take you up!"
After saying this, a waiter came over from the side and led the group of more than ten men upstairs.
At the door of room 505, the waiter stopped and politely pointed to the door, saying, "This is your room."
Upon hearing the translation, Mude took out a $10 bill and handed it to the translator, who then gave it to the waiter and said, "This is your tip."
"Thank you!" The waiter took it respectfully and thanked him with a smile, "If you need anything, feel free to call me."
"Mr. Mude is a devout man, so unless he calls for you, don’t disturb him unnecessarily as he might be praying!" said the translator.
"Got it!"
Saying this, the waiter turned and went downstairs, while the translator opened the door, and Mude along with the group of over ten men went inside.
It was a very large presidential suite, with extremely luxurious facilities. A huge light yellow sofa was placed in the center of the hall. Mude walked over, sat down, and took off his turban.
He looked like someone from West Asia.
However, when he spoke, it was proper Chinese.
"This time, we must achieve our objective!" Mude said seriously.
"Hehe, by now, they are probably quite inebriated," the Shen Zhou man in a suit said with a smile, "This task isn’t too difficult."
"Zhou, don’t be complacent," Mude said, "Their bodyguards are upstairs. We need to quickly control those people then swiftly control the public figures upstairs as well. This time, our aim is to maximize the impact and let the world know the terror of our Holy Sword! Zhou, you will be responsible for setting up the satellite signal transmission. We need to broadcast this action live to the entire world!"
"Understood!" The Shen Zhou man nodded, "A signal truck has already been set up nearby."
"Good!" Mude nodded, then signaled to someone next to him. That person produced a small, disk-shaped device and walked around the entire presidential suite. After returning to Mude, he said, "No surveillance."
"Alright, bring everything out," Mude said.
The people around him opened the suitcases.
There were six or seven suitcases, and once they were opened, the room instantly took on a cold, ominous atmosphere.
Why? Because the suitcases were filled with dismantled weapons!
And not just light weapons like handguns! These weapons were all M4s!
The people took the dismantled M4s from the suitcases and began assembling them. Soon, they had assembled more than a dozen M4s.
A dozen! What does that mean? It’s equivalent to a mercenary squad capable of executing special missions.
Once the dozen M4s were assembled, the people also took out a few bulletproof vests from the suitcases, and each person put one on.
Mude didn’t take an M4. Instead, he tucked a silver Desert Eagle at his waist, while the Shen Zhou man named Zhou kept it simple, holding only a DV camera.
At the bottom of the suitcase were several tubular items. Mude took those items and wrapped them around himself, then handed the remaining tubes to Zhou.
"Find a suitable candidate later and strap this onto them," Mude said.
"Understood," Zhou nodded.
After taking out everything else from the suitcase, Mude said to the dozen or so people in front of him, "Everyone, synchronize your watches!"
After adjusting all the devices to the same time, Mude shouted in a low voice, "Holy Sword, commence operation!"
Everyone’s faces showed fanatical expressions as they turned toward the door.
If an Interpol officer were present, they would certainly recognize the person before them.
Simply put, this man named Mude was a wanted man.
Meanwhile, on Song Yun’s side, the banquet was in full swing.
Song Yun, Li Baoshi, Shen Yan, and Feng Gang were bantering and drinking joyously, while Chen Mengjie communicated with true high-society ladies like Mrs. Li, sharing insights on skincare and which luxury brands were better.
At other tables, some actresses or actors had gotten quite tipsy. Male actors were leaning on actresses, getting handsy, while actresses were leaning on male directors, being gotten handsy with them. Male directors were leaning on female investors, both getting and giving caresses.
In any case, everyone was drinking freely, and no one bothered too much about anything. Once the drinks flowed, many started approaching Song Yun’s group for toasts.
Previously, they might have felt too distant in social standing to approach for a toast, but after a few drinks, their courage grew, and both men and women started approaching one by one.
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