Shocking! She Returned with a Miniature Bigshot - Chapter 221
Chapter 221: Black Hawk CEO’s Gathering
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Ji Chi smiled, revealing two small dimples. Even when insulted, he showed no signs of anger. “Mr. Chen, I’ve always been with Black Hawk. 1 move where they need me. You’re taking this too seriously.”
“I’d like to see how long Lu Zhiyuan can protect you!” Chen Rushi retorted.
Bronn was a fair-haired, blue-eyed young man, thirty-three years old, with significant influence and a mysterious presence within Black Hawk. As he adjusted his collar, he observed how calmly and confidently Ji Chi carried himself. He was deeply impressed.
In his early twenties, he was subjected to insults and compromised his pride, yet he showed no signs of anger. Such temperament undoubtedly came from his mentor, Third Master. Ji Chi greeted him politely, “Mr. Bronn, please.”
Bronn nodded and said, “Ji Chi, you’re impressive. To deceive Chen Rushi like that, you’re quite the character. You’re welcome to visit the Bronn residence anytime.”
Chen Rushi’s face soured from the taunts.
Behind them, a group of Black Hawk executives followed. Some had dealt with Ji Chi for years, while others had never met him. No one expected Ji Chi, who held such a prominent position in the organization, to be so handsome and youthful.
“Mr. Rong, with such outstanding talent by Third Master’s side, you better watch out, or one day your position won’t be secure,” a bald man with well-defined muscles provoked, wearing a suit that surprisingly suited him.
Rong Lij had arched eyebrows and phoenix-like eyes, tall and sturdy. He was the most steadfast supporter of Lu Zhiyuan’s faction, known for his explosive temper. He puffed on a cigar, his irritation evident. “If someone’s capable, they can take my place. You included!”
“I wouldn’t dare!”
“Then shut up!” Rong Lij shook off the snow on his coat. “We’re freezing our butts off at the hospital entrance, and you’re still blabbering.”
The meeting began with a strong whiff of gunpowder. Ji Chi smiled and ushered everyone upstairs.
“Ji Chi, is Third Master really schizophrenic?” the bald man asked in the elevator. “No wonder he’s elusive. Turns out he’s a nutcase!”
“Be careful with your words,” Ji Chi chuckled. “1 don’t know where you heard such rumors. Third Master is perfectly fine. He just enjoys racing and prefers not to draw attention.”
“Well, that sounds better than it’s sung!” someone grumbled. “We’ve been under the rule of a lunatic in Black Hawk for years. No wonder we’ve been pressed by the Triads and in a sorry state.”
Rong Lij tapped his cigar, speaking bluntly, “When you meet Third Master later, say those words again, and you’ll either be alive or not.”
Ji Chi smiled but remained silent. After the elevator ride, they approached Lu Zhiyuan’s hospital room. Two bodyguards accompanied Gu Ci to buy porridge for Lu Zhiyuan. Gu Ci understood that Lu Zhiyuan intentionally separated her from this group. While she worried, she didn’t refuse his arrangement.
She took another elevator down. As Chen Rushi and Ji Chi greeted each other at the door, Gu Ci couldn’t help but ponder. If only she had the same power and status as Pei Qiuying, she wouldn’t be in this passive position, always pushed aside by Lu Zhiyuan.
She knew Lu Zhiyuan did it to protect her, not wanting her to confront this group of people directly, which offered her no benefits. Gu Ci understood this, but it still left a bitter taste in her heart.
Involuntarily, she recalled Dr. North’s words.
“Gu Ci, do you want power?”
At this moment, Gu Ci’s desire for power surged intensely.
“Miss Gu Ci…” Two bodyguards reminded her, and Gu Ci replied calmly, “Let’s go-”
Inside the hospital room, Lu Zhiyuan was already seated in a wheelchair. Getting up was a challenge for him, so he preferred the wheelchair to lying in bed.
His first meeting with the nine Black Hawk executives, without a disguise, was a significant event. He had removed the bandage from his forehead and combed his hair forward to cover the wound. It didn’t seem to affect him much for the time being.
Watching his series of actions, Li Jiang couldn’t help but think to himself. Third Young Master cared a lot about his image.
“Li Jiang, go welcome our guests at the door,” Lu Zhiyuan’s voice was thin and cold, like the snow outside the window.
“Yes,” Li Jiang replied, but he found it peculiar. He glanced back at Lu Zhiyuan, who sat in the wheelchair by the window. Half of the curtain was drawn, creating a half-lit, half-dark atmosphere. His gaze was inscrutable, and Li Jiang couldn’t shake the strange feeling that this was Third Master, not Third Young Master.
Impossible!
On such a sunny day, Third Young Master was so talented that he could act just like Third Master. No wonder Third Master liked him so much.
Li Jiang led the people and checked them for firearms and weapons at the entrance, but everyone followed the rules. They hadn’t brought any firearms or weapons, and each one was clean. Li Jiang let them in.
A group of people entered the room, which had been relatively spacious but now felt crowded.
The nine Black Hawk executives consisted of Chen Rushi, who had Chinese heritage, and Rong Li, who was of mixed blood. The rest were all Europeans and Americans, tall and robust, each of them looking like a gangster in a suit. They seemed out of place in the hospital room.
In terms of looks alone, Lu Zhiyuan appeared to be nothing more than a weak chicken in their eyes.
The bald man couldn’t help but think, Is this it? This is the Third Master who’s been giving orders to Black Hawk for over three years? The boss? He looked like chicken shit.
In the eerie silence, Rong Li lowered his head and called out, “Third Master, are you alright?”
“Very well,” Lu Zhiyuan replied, suppressing his inflammation, his voice cold and distant as he swept his gaze over Chen Rushi and the others, several of whom had obvious expressions of disdain. But as Lu Zhiyuan’s gaze passed over them one by one, everyone lowered their heads and greeted him politely, including Chen Rushi.
Li Jiang brought in some chairs.
“This is a hospital, and 1 apologize for the inconvenience,” Li Jiang said with a smile, standing in the corner. Ji Chi walked over to Lu Zhiyuan’s side and pushed the wheelchair. The atmosphere in the hospital room suddenly became subtle.
“It’s rare that you’ve all gathered here. Is it to challenge my position, or is it a visit?” Lu Zhiyuan wasted no time, his gaze icy as he scanned over them, landing on Chen Rushi and Bronn.
Chen Rushi spoke, “Third Master, ever since you took over Black Hawk, you’ve never revealed your true identity. This recent car accident disrupted the Black Hawk’s surveillance system, and all of us are concerned about your health. We’re also curious, who are you? Are you truly a member of Black Hawk?”
The bald man, still sitting casually, added, “You’re rarely seen in person, always wearing a mask during meetings. How am I supposed to know if you’re really the Third Master? How can you prove it?”
Ji Chi chimed in, “The Third Master has had a lifelong passion for racing and even won the global Fl championship. He avoids drawing attention, which is why he’s been wearing a mask in recent years to avoid causing a commotion. Since you all doubt the Third Master’s identity, Mr. Chen has brought the authentication box. Let’s test it right here!”
At Chen Rushi’s feet, there was a silver-gray suitcase, the verification of the Black Hawk’s leader. Each person had a password to access the ledger inside.
“This was our intention,” Chen Rushi said. “What do you think, Third Master?”
Lu Zhiyuan replied calmly, “1 have one question. You’ve all gathered here to question my identity. If it turns out that I’ve been impersonating the Third Master, I’ll face the consequences with Black Hawk.. But if it’s proven that I am the Third Master, what about all of you?”
