Let you raise pigs?But kicked me out of the classmate group?

Chapter 1378 Blackstone Ethan

"Roger that!"

Ali responded in a low voice.

Ali, like a black lightning bolt, suddenly darted out from behind another cover.

The MP7 in his hand spewed deadly flames, precisely suppressing another passage leading to the second floor!

"understand!"

Charlie replied.

The P226 in his hand burst into rapid bursts of fire.

He flew towards the stairwell and beat the man in black so badly he couldn't lift his head!
Arya did not hesitate at all!
Under Charlie's cover fire, he lunged forward like a cheetah and rolled on the spot.

He nimbly slipped into the disorganized Declan private room, which had been kicked open!
In the private room.

Declan looked at Arya, who had barged in.

Looking at the bloodstains on Arya's face and the murderous intent in her eyes.

Terrified!

Declan screamed and turned to run deeper into the private room!
"Old man! Still trying to run?!"

A flash of malice appeared in Aria's eyes.

He took a step forward.

The military boots slammed into Declan's back of the knee!

"what--!"

Declan let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

He fell heavily to his knees with a thud!
Arya seized the opportunity to grab Declan's meticulously combed hair.

He pulled me back hard!
So powerful.

It almost ripped his scalp off!
Simultaneously.

Cold weapons.

It pressed firmly against Declan's greasy, thick temples!
"do not move!"

Arya's voice carried a chilling wind and a strong smell of blood.

"Move it again."

"His head exploded!"

Declan froze instantly.

His body trembled like autumn leaves falling in the wind, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

The expensive shirt collar was soaked.

The immense fear rendered Declan completely speechless, leaving only heavy breathing.

Arya took control of Declan.

With his back against the sturdy wall of the private room, the muzzle of his weapon pressed firmly against Declan's temple, his eyes scanning the doorway warily.

Intense fighting and screams could be heard from outside.

"Qin Hao!"

"Declan has been captured!"

Arya shouted into her headset, her voice carrying a hint of post-battle panting and an absolute sense of control.

Behind the load-bearing column downstairs.

Qin Hao listened to the voice coming through the headset without any change in his expression.

He slowly straightened up from behind the cover.

The custom-made weapon in his hand was steadily pointed at the last man in black who tried to peek out from the stairwell.

puff!
Accurate point shooting!
The man fell to the ground immediately.

The sounds of weapons gradually subsided.

Ali and his predator team are the most efficient harvesting machines.

With Charlie's precise firepower, they quickly eliminated the remaining enemies.

During this brief lull in the battle.

The main entrance to the auction hall, which was twisted and deformed from the impact.

The light suddenly dimmed.

A figure slowly walked in.

The man was wearing a perfectly tailored dark gray three-piece suit, the fabric gleaming with a subtle, luxurious sheen under the lights.

It was completely out of place in this bloody battlefield.

The leather shoes were spotless.

I stepped on the shards of glass and pools of sticky blood.

It makes a soft, rhythmic "tap, tap" sound.

It was like a death knell tolling on people's hearts.

His face was very young, even handsome.

But those eyes were unfathomable, devoid of any human emotion.

There was only one kind of pure, icy indifference.

Her short, golden hair was meticulously combed.

A faint, perfectly executed smile played on his lips, yet it offered no warmth, only a chilling coldness.

behind him.

Two burly men, also dressed in suits and with expressionless faces, followed him.

Their presence is extremely strong, radiating an invisible pressure.

The young man ignored the corpses scattered on the ground.

Flowing blood and a terrified crowd.

His gaze, like a precise probe, first swept over Arya, who was holding a gun and controlling Declan, at the door of the private room on the second floor.

His gaze lingered on Arya's face for a moment.

A faint hint of interest, like that of someone evaluating an item, seemed to flash in those cold eyes.

then.

His gaze slowly moved downwards.

Finally, the image freezes below as the weapon is put away.

Qin Hao was calmly adjusting the cuffs of his suit.

The entire auction hall was chaotic and bloody.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed.

Even the survivors, huddled in the corner trembling, instinctively held their breath.

Young people in suits and ties.

He nodded slightly in Qin Hao's direction.

The movements were impeccably elegant.

then.

A clear, standard, and perfectly trained English male voice.

It rang out calmly.

It pierced through the battlefield:

"Mr. Qin, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"We hope you are satisfied with this 'welcome ceremony'."

He paused slightly.

The standard smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to deepen slightly, yet it appeared even colder.

"Introduce yourself."

"My name is Ethan."

"Representing Blackstone Resources Group."

Ethan's smile seemed to deepen by a millimeter, making him appear even more sinister.

"The one you just took."

"'Devil's Throat'."

"I'm very interested in the mineral vein."

"interested in?"

The entrance to the private rooms on the second floor.

Arya's cold laugh pierced the deathly silence in an instant.

Arya's weapon was still firmly pressed against Declan.

His eyes burned with anger and vigilance as he fearlessly met the gaze of the man below who called himself Ethan.

"Interested in sending this pack of mad dogs to bite people?"

"Interested in taking over the cancer and mess left by that old geezer Declan?"

"Black Stone?"

"Have not heard!"

"Hiding his head and showing his tail!"

Ethan's gaze finally turned to Arya.

"Miss Abdul".

Ethan pronounced Arya's last name correctly.

The sound remained calm and even.

"The predator's sharpness is well-deserved."

"pity."

"The value of some resources does not lie in their current form."

"The key lies in who has the ability and means to reshape it."

Ethan's gaze swept over the fresh bloodstains on Arya's face.

Ultimately, the gaze fell back on Qin Hao, carrying a condescending scrutiny.

"Mr. Qin must understand this principle."

"Three billion US dollars."

"Buy a cursed mine."

"Commendable courage."

"But the next step is to turn this 'tumor' into a real 'gold mine'."

"I'm afraid it can't be solved by predators' fangs alone."

Qin Hao stood still, his back straight as a pine tree.

Chaos in the auction hall.

Ethan's words were cold.

Nothing seemed to stir even a ripple in his calm, unfathomable eyes.

Qin Hao slowly raised his hand.

With unhurried movements, he gently brushed away a tiny speck of dust from the cuff of his custom-made suit with his fingertips.

This subtle gesture carried a silent mockery.

As if to say.

What you call "interest" and "method".

Nothing more.

"Reshape?" Qin Hao finally spoke.

The voice wasn't loud, but it had a penetrating quality.

It resonated clearly in the space.

"Blackstone Group's doing."

"It's about sending a bunch of desperados who don't even dare to show their faces to commit massacres in broad daylight."

"And then you come to talk to me about 'reshaping'?"

Qin Hao tilted his head slightly.

His gaze calmly met Ethan's eyes.

A faint smile curved his lips, revealing undisguised contempt.

"This kind of 'method'."

"It's too low-quality."

"inferior?"

Something seemed to freeze slightly deep within Ethan's cold eyes.

Like a faint haze passing over a lake.

"As long as it works."

Ethan spoke calmly, as if stating a simple fact.

"In the world of resources, only results matter."

"process?"

"They are just different paths to the same result."

Ethan took a step forward.

The leather shoe shattered a piece of bloodstained glass with a sharp, piercing sound.

"The pollution of 'Devil's Throat'."

"It's troublesome."

"It is also a huge opportunity."

"Declan is incompetent."

"All I could see was the blood diamond right in front of me."

"But we cannot see that deep within the source of pollution, there are rare metals of even higher value."

"as well as."

"A complete reshaping of the Zangway mining landscape."

"The opportunity to gain absolute control of the discourse."

Ethan's gaze was like a solid icicle.

He stabbed at Declan, who was being tightly controlled by Arya.

"Mr. Declan."

"The complete geological report on the pollution source and the preliminary exploration data of associated rare metals that you have in your hand."

"It's time to hand it over."

"Keep covering it up, it'll only make you die faster."

"Meaningless."

Declan shuddered violently!
He looked at Ethan in horror.

He glanced desperately at the weapon pressed against his temple.

His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The data that Declan considered her last lifeline, which was enough to prove the deep value of the mineral vein, was also known to Blackstone!

"Shut up!"

"Ethan!"

Arya shouted sharply, thrusting the weapon barrel forward with force.

Declan let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

"The old man's things now belong to the predators!"

Arya's amber eyes were fixed on Ethan, filled with a wild wariness and an unyielding dominance.

Ethan's gaze lingered on Arya's face for a moment, his cold assessment growing even stronger.

He ignored Arya's warning and refocused his gaze on Qin Hao.

“Mr. Qin, the predator is very strong.”

"But their contracts are only for three months."

"And Blackstone's roots in the continent extend deep underground, forming a complex and intertwined network."

Ethan slightly raised his hand.

The two silent, muscular men in suits behind him instantly tensed their muscles, exuding an even more fierce and dangerous aura.

"Work with us."

"Shared data".

"Joint development".

"The curse of 'Devil's Throat' can be broken by the Black Stone."

"Its value is something we can all reap together."

"This is the optimal solution, and the only way out."

He spoke the last few words very softly.

Yet it carries an unquestionable, cold sense of judgment.

The air was tense; it felt like it was about to snap!
"Optimal solution?"

Charlie's lazy voice suddenly broke the suffocating silence.

Charlie stood up from behind an overturned auction table and dusted off his trousers.

He still had gum in his mouth, a nonchalant smirk on his face, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's.

"sounds good."

"but."

Charlie strolled over slowly.

He stood next to Qin Hao.

His gaze swept over Ethan from head to toe without restraint, as if he were looking at a commodity waiting to be sold.

"Cooperation, I guess."

"Sincerity is key."

“Mr. Ethan, these ‘gifts’ you sent.”

Charlie kicked the corpse of a man in black at his feet.

"And that 'life or death' commentary you just gave me."

"It really doesn't feel like there's much 'sincerity' about it."

Charlie turned his gaze to the second floor and winked at Arya.

"Little leopard, you're right, aren't you?"

"That old fox only has so much data."

"Is it worthwhile for us to share with such a 'sincere' partner?"

Arya snorted coldly and did not answer.

But the finger on the trigger did not loosen in the slightest, and the hostility in his eyes was obvious.

For the first time, an extremely subtle crack appeared on Ethan's perfect smile.

It wasn't anger.

Rather, it is a brief, paradoxical freeze that occurs when a precision instrument encounters a logical paradox.

Ethan clearly underestimated how difficult the seemingly carefree West African mixed-race man beside Qin Hao was.

Qin Hao's gaze slowly swept over the devastated auction hall.

His gaze swept over the guests who were still in shock in the corners.

Scanning the second floor, one sees Declan, who is under Arya's control and whose face is ashen.

Finally, the image settled on Ethan's handsome yet cold face.

Qin Hao ignored Charlie's banter.

There was also no response to Ethan's "olive branch" or "threat".

"Ali."

Qin Hao's voice rang out calmly.

It clearly drowned out all the noise.

Commander Ali's tall and composed figure appeared silently half a step behind Qin Hao.

His back was ramrod straight, and his eyes were as sharp as a drawn military knife.

"Mr. Qin."

Alibaba's response was concise and powerful.

"Clean up the site."

Qin Hao's orders were not to be questioned.

"Unrelated personnel, evacuate safely."

"All bodies should be disposed of in a centralized manner."

"Every shell casing and every drop of blood here must be cleaned up."

Qin Hao's gaze swept over Ethan.

As for Mr. Declan

Qin Hao paused slightly, his gaze turning to the second floor.

Arya immediately understood and thrust her weapon in hard.

"go!"

"Old thing!"

"lead the way!"

Go get your 'life-saving charm'!

Arya led the staggering, almost collapsing Declan.

They roughly pushed Declan into the depths of the messy private room.

Qin Hao then looked at Ethan again, with an absolute calmness that suggested he was in complete control.

“Mr. Ethan,”

Qin Hao spoke, his voice flat and emotionless.

"'Devil's Throat' is mine now."

"Its troubles."

"Its value."

"I'll take full responsibility."

"Blackstone is interested, that's good."

Qin Hao nodded slightly, his gesture carrying an almost arrogant air of politeness.

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