's words, the last big man looked at the fat man with a complex gaze.The fat man nodded and then shook his head. "It was once, but not now.""The four of us are bodyguards for Zhang Zian, a big shot in...After about twenty minutes, Lao Mo glanced at the time and then cupped his hands together, his voice booming: "Everyone, this is only a small part of the collection. After we finish the meeting, I'll take you to see some truly amazing things."

"Good." A chorus of applause rose from the crowd.

“Everyone says that Old Mo has spent his life amassing a vast collection, and seeing it today, it truly opens our eyes. We’re all eager to see those legendary treasures from Old Mo’s collection now.” The person standing closest to Old Mo spoke up at this moment.

"That's right, that's right. People outside are saying Lao Mo has collected a lot of good stuff from the palace. We're definitely in for a treat." Someone else chimed in.

"After the meeting is over, let's all take a look together." Lao Mo couldn't help but show a proud expression. He had devoted his life to collecting, and he loved hearing praise for his collections the most.

"Alright, let's start the meeting," As soon as the word "meeting" was mentioned, everyone immediately fell silent. Their expressions turned serious once again, regaining the composure they had before.

Mo Lao stopped speaking and tapped lightly on a wooden carving on the wall. The partition in the middle slowly creaked open, revealing a hidden passage behind it. Everyone was amazed to discover that the wall they had thought was solid hid another world entirely.

Just then, a dozen or so men in fine armor strode out from behind the barricade. Each one had a stern expression on his face. Judging by their muscular physiques, sharp features, and powerful aura, these individuals must have undergone rigorous training.

"Everyone, I presume you all know the importance of this meeting. So, let me be blunt, if anyone leaks any information out, I, Mo Zihhan, will dedicate my entire life to eradicating him." Seeing over a dozen people walk out and stand in line, Old Mo's face turned serious as he spoke in a deep voice.

At this time, a powerful aura emanated from him, causing everyone present to feel stifled.

"What Old Mo said is right," everyone said in unison.

"Next, please cooperate with our work. Hand over all your communication devices and enter the venue. We will conduct security checks on everyone to prevent anyone from bringing in recording equipment privately." Lao Mo said, clasping his fists in a respectful gesture.

"We cooperate with Lao Mo's work." Although everyone outside was a prominent figure, and many were even renowned figures. However, when they heard Lao Mo's words, everyone spoke in unison without any sign of dissatisfaction.

"Alright, then please enter the conference room." Lao Mo made a gesture of invitation and then went in first.

At this point, everyone lined up in turn to undergo the rigorous scrutiny of these dozen or so people. The meticulousness of their inspection far surpassed that of airport security, even rivaling the security checks for a high-profile individual. Each of these individuals came from the special forces department, and no one could escape the piercing gaze of their sharp eyes.

However, everyone attending the meeting today knew its importance. Besides carrying mobile phones, no recording devices were found on anyone during the search. Those who had passed the inspection entered a passageway, and then came to a conference room spanning over five hundred square meters.

After all the people had finished their checks, Mo Lao's dozen or so subordinates pressed a button from outside to close the door. After doing all this, they left two people in the hall, and the rest walked out of the hall and spread throughout the island.

In the hall, everyone was ready.

This specially renovated conference hall is actually located beneath this small island. Even if someone enters the hall, they wouldn't be able to find its direction at all.

At this time, Lao Mo was already sitting in the middle of the conference room, a cigar between his lips. His face remained calm as he looked at everyone present.

The setup in the venue was also particularly simple, with only a chair and a table in front of each person, along with a bottle of water and two cigars.

"Everyone, I believe you are all aware of what happened in Linhai City today." Seeing that everyone was ready, Lao Mo slowly scanned the faces of the crowd before speaking in a deep voice.

Everyone nodded solemnly.

Immediately, Mr. Mo opened the conference room projector. Soon, a person's photo appeared on the entire projection screen.

"I presume everyone has received his information." Lao Mo stood up from his seat, pointing at the figure on the projector, his voice turning icy cold as he continued, "His name is Ye Fan, the grandson of Ye Wudao."

Everyone seemed to have already looked through Ye Fan's information, but when Mo Lao said it out loud, they still showed a complex expression.

"This coastal turmoil, including what happened today, is all this child's doing." Mo Lao looked coldly at the painting, that Ye Fan with a mischievous smile, his tone even colder, and then said: "Twenty years ago. Ye Wudao made you all fall into the abyss, and now, his grandson once again makes many people fall into the abyss." He paused here, then pointed to the two people present and said: "Yuwen Wuming, the third brother of Yuwen Wuji, the head of the family, and Yun Feng, the nephew of Yun Hongsheng, the head of the family."

As soon as he finished speaking, two people stood up and bowed to the crowd.

“After the turmoil within the Yuwen and Yun families, they both reached out to me through various channels, hoping to join the Ye extermination operation.” Mo Lao glanced at everyone, then said coldly, “It is all because of the Ye family that you all have either fallen into poverty or lost your wives and children. Although you have all rebuilt your lives in these years, relying on our individual strength alone, we are simply unable to fight against the Ye family. Therefore, eight years ago, I founded the Ye Extermination Organization. As the Ye family has harmed more and more people over the years, our organization has grown increasingly larger. This time, even the Lu family from Hangzhou has joined in.”

At this point, another man in his forties stood up among the people present. It was none other than the middle-aged man who had just been lost in contemplation after seeing Mi Fu's calligraphy and paintings.

"With all of you here, I believe the Ye family will sooner or later pay the price for their foolishness." Old Mo seemed to have thought of something painful, a flash of sorrow and anger crossed his face.

Those below all sighed for Mo Lao secretly. Twenty years ago, the Mo family, renowned throughout Linhai City and even China, was a terrifying force. Several core figures of the Mo family were at the very top of China's pyramid then. Not to mention the commercial domain of the Mo family, it was a terrifying existence.

However, Ye Fan's grandfather, Ye Wudao, had a fierce conflict with the Mo family during his time in the army. At that time, Ye Wudao requested his family to intervene and speak up for his comrade, hoping the Mo family would spare him.

... but at the time, the Mo family was at its peak and simply refused.oined forces to target the Fei Fan Group. They heard that there was a very tenacious security team there, so this time they increased their efforts and mobilized sufficient personnel, aiming to defea...