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Chapter 1387 Black Gold Storm
Chapter 1388 Black Gold Storm

Ross Castle.

The firelight in the fireplace flickered.

It reflected Finn's face, which had instantly lost all color.

A face like a dead person.

His gray-white pupils dilated sharply due to extreme shock and disbelief.

He stared intently at the Chinese man in front of him, who remained frighteningly calm.

The encrypted satellite phone in his pocket was vibrating wildly!

The screen was flashing a red emergency contact alert!

No need to answer.

Finn also knew what had happened.

His financial predation was carried out at the very moment he was about to tear his prey's throat apart.

It was completely destroyed from within by an incomprehensible and unstoppable force!

The fund pool is out of control.

Allies defected.

The prey not only escaped the trap.

He even turned the tables and delivered a fatal blow to the hunter!
"this."

"impossible."

Finn's voice was dry.

With a sense of bewilderment, as if their worldview had collapsed.

His meticulously planned murder plot.

His financial fangs are what made him famous.

It crumbled completely with just a casual remark from the other party?!
His "weakness"?
The woman he considered his biggest breakthrough point.

What on earth did she do?!

In a shadowy corner.

The red laser spot locked onto Qin Hao's brow.

It seemed that due to this sudden and dramatic change, there was an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible tremor.

Qin Hao slowly stood up.

The shadows completely enveloped Finn.

The dressing on his forehead appeared somewhat blurry in the shadows.

Coldly looking down at this person who had been instantly dethroned.
"Financial Hyenas".

"Looks like your 'vulture's nest'."

Qin Hao's voice echoed in the deathly silent hall of the ancient castle.

"It was torn to pieces by my 'little leopard'."

Qin Hao leaned down slightly.

His gaze swept over Finn's pale, paper-like face.

“Now, Mr. Finn.”

Qin Hao's lips curled into a cold, yet absolutely controlling smile.

"It's our turn to talk."

The question now is how Blackstone will make a 'graceful exit'.

at this time.

The satellite phone in Qin Hao's pocket rang.

Take a deep breath.

connected.

A voice, though aged, still as majestic as a lion's came from the other end of the phone.

With undeniable concern.

"Qin".

"I heard there was some kind of accident at the mine?"

"Are you and Aria both alright?"

They are the true masters of the predator group.

Grandpa Abdul.

"A little trouble."

"Old man."

"It's all settled."

"Miss Aria is safe."

Qin Hao's voice returned to normal.

“As long as I’m safe!”

Abdul's voice became louder.

"Thanks to you, my old bones are strong."

"Finally, I can catch my breath again."

"Thank you for saving my life."

"A simple meal should at least be enough to show this old man's appreciation!"

"Three days later."

“I hosted the banquet at the ‘Golden Lion’s Nest’.”

"You and Charlie."

"And that troublesome little girl."

"Everyone must be present!"

"Who isn't coming?"

"They're just not giving me, Abdul, any face!"

Qin Hao looked at Finn in front of him.

He sat calmly on the sofa.

"Okay, sir."

"We guarantee we will be there."

After the beep.

The satellite phone call ended.

The battle with Finn continues.

They completely disregarded Finn.

"Still want to fight to the death?"

Finn was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

He raised his hand, signaling Juju to step back.

The red dot disappears.

"Mr. Qin Hao, let's each take a step back."

"In your Chinese language..."

"Yes."

"Leave a way out for others."

"We have a long way to go."

"Are you going up?"

"Mr. Qin."

Qin Hao sneered.

That old Finn knows the predators are nearby.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to go back alive to report back.

"roll."

A single, simple word.

Finn seemed to have heard a decree of pardon.

They scrambled away in disgrace.

ran away.

After running far away, he secretly grumbled to himself.

"Qin Hao, you just wait."

"Golden Lion's Nest"

-

Abdul's heavily guarded private estate in the heart of Zangwe.

Non-core figures and close friends.

There is absolutely no possibility of taking even half a step inside.

This invitation carries immense weight.

Celebration party?
Qin Hao thought of the mine pit, still filled with swirling poisonous fog.

And then there's Finn's ever-present, chilling gaze.

Qin Hao knew.

This will certainly not be a peaceful banquet.

storm.

In another form.

They quietly gathered amidst the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts.

three days later.

The "Golden Lion's Nest" manor was brightly lit.

This vast estate is located in the heart of Zangwe.

It's less of a residence.

It's more like a fortress that blends modern luxury with a primitive, rugged style.

A huge bonfire roared in the courtyard, dispelling the chill of the night.

It also reflects the diverse faces of the guests.

To be invited here by old man Abdul.

They are all powerful figures in the African continent, whose mere presence could cause an earthquake.

-

A general who commands a large army.

A mining tycoon whose wealth rivals that of a nation.

And the elders who wield supreme authority among the tribes.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of roasted whole lamb.

The rich flavor of expensive cigars.

There was also a subtle, almost imperceptible tension stemming from power.

Inside the heavy oak gate of the main building of the manor.

The banquet hall was even more magnificent, with a huge crystal chandelier reflecting dazzling light.

A clean white linen tablecloth was laid on the long dining table.

It was filled with delicacies from all over the world and fine wines from various vintages.

Soothing jazz music flowed through the air.

The waiters, dressed in crisp uniforms, moved about silently and efficiently.

The main character of the banquet.

It was undoubtedly the old man Abdul sitting in the main seat.

He was wearing a well-tailored black Arabic robe.

He is in good spirits.

Although her face still had a slight pallor from recovering from a serious illness.

But in those deep-set eye sockets.

Its brilliance shone brightly, and its majesty surpassed even that of the past.

Beside old man Abdul.

Qin Hao and Charlie were sitting there.

Qin Hao changed into a sharp, custom-made dark gray suit.

The injury was perfectly concealed by the design.

He remained calm and composed.

He raised his glass and spoke in hushed tones with a general sitting next to him.

There was no indication that the company was under tremendous pressure.

Charlie, on the other hand, was dressed in a flashy burgundy velvet suit.

Smile brightly.

She skillfully navigated the interactions between guests.

Like a slippery, swimming fish.

Arya wore a simple yet expensive champagne-colored silk dress.

I sat on the other side of the old man.

Arya toned down her usual flamboyance.

She appeared elegant and poised. Only her amber eyes...

She always unconsciously drifted towards Qin Hao's direction.

With a hint of concern and scrutiny.

Grandpa Abdul was beaming.

It seems the injury has healed considerably.

Holding a crystal glass filled with golden liquid.

The loud voice drowned out the music.

"Distinguished friends!"

"today."

"I'm an old man, but I can sit here."

"Let's enjoy fine wine and food together."

First and foremost, I want to thank one person!

Abdul turned to Qin Hao.

His eyes were sincere and full of power.

“From China.”

"Mr. Qin Hao!"

"It was him and his partner."

"Mr. Charlie."

"Take Abdul's life at the airport."

"We snatched it back from the jaws of death!"

Abdul raised his glass.

"This first glass of wine."

"Respectfully, Mr. Qin!"

"Respect for his courage and kindness!"

"Predator Group".

"We will always remember this friendship!"

"respect."

"Mr. Qin!"

"cheers!"

“Old Man Abdul’s friend.”

"They are our friends!"

The guests all stood up and raised their glasses.

Blessings and praises in various languages ​​rose and fell.

All eyes were focused on Qin Hao.

Qin Hao calmly stood up.

He gave a slight bow in greeting.

Raise your glass.

"You flatter me, sir."

"It's a small effort, nothing worth mentioning."

"Qin only did what he was supposed to do."

Abdul's voice was steady and powerful.

His gaze swept across the entire room.

That composure.

The seasoned shrews present all nodded in approval.

Charlie stood by, smiling broadly as he echoed his sentiments.

His eyes, however, scanned the entire room like a radar.

The atmosphere of the banquet reached its climax under the old man's influence.

Fine wine and delicious food.

Talking and laughing.

It was as if all the gloom was kept outside the manor walls.

however.

When exquisite desserts are served.

The oak doors to the banquet hall were slowly pushed open by two waiters.

A figure appeared at the door.

Instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Finn. Regional Manager at Blackstone Group.

He wore an expensive suit and wore a businesslike smile, but his eyes were like poisoned ice needles.

Finn was holding a rather thick-looking black folder.

Finn's appearance.

A huge rock was thrown into the calm lake.

The lively conversation was suddenly choked.

It suddenly plummeted.

Everyone's gaze was filled with surprise and amusement.

He wavered back and forth between Finn, Qin Hao, and the elderly Abdul in the main seat. Everyone knew about the "Devil's Throat" dispute between Blackstone and Qin Hao.

Finn arrived uninvited at that moment.

It also came with a folder.

The intention is self-evident.

The smile on Abdul's face vanished instantly.

His eyes became sharp as an eagle's.

Abdul put down his wine glass.

He leaned back slightly, and an invisible pressure spread out.

The air in the entire banquet hall seemed to freeze.

Finn seemed oblivious to the tense atmosphere.

A composed pace.

I walked straight through the silent crowd.

With a clear goal in mind, they walked toward the main table.

Finally, he focused on Qin Hao, a triumphant smile playing on his lips.

"Your Excellency Abdul."

Finn bowed slightly, his manners impeccable.

Please forgive my intrusion.

"Such a grand banquet."

"I shouldn't have been so abrupt."

"only."

He abruptly changed the subject, holding up the black folder in his hand.

The voice suddenly rose in pitch, carrying a hypocritical air of feigned compassion.

“It’s a matter of great importance!”

"This concerns the lives and health of countless innocent people in the Zangwe region!"

"I can no longer remain silent!"

Finn slammed the folder down hard on the smooth surface of the main desk!

There was a crisp sound of "pop".

!

"Just an hour ago!"

"Our Blackstone Group has partnered with 'Eye on Earth,' an internationally recognized authoritative environmental monitoring organization."

"An updated emergency environmental assessment has been conducted on the 'Devil's Throat' vein!"

Finn's voice was filled with heartache and anger.

The folder opened instantly.

He pulled out a beautifully bound stack of reports.

Several pages were printed with horrifying color pictures.

The page with data charts is held high.

It was displayed to the surrounding guests who were craning their necks.

The picture shows the iconic dark green toxic fumes of the "Devil's Throat" mine.

It was deliberately made to look even more grotesque and terrifying.

The data on the charts is highlighted in bold red.

The concentrations of various deadly toxins were "off the charts".

"The result is shocking!"

“Outrageous!”

Finn's voice was highly provocative.

He aimed straight at Qin Hao.

"The assessment report clearly shows..."

"Mr. Qin Hao's so-called 'purification project'."

Not only is it completely ineffective!

"On the contrary, it was because of his reckless construction."

"It disrupted the original geological structure."

"This led to a large-scale leak of toxic substances from deep underground!"

"The contaminated area has expanded dramatically by 200% in the past 72 hours!"

"poison gas!"

"Highly toxic wastewater!"

"It's happening at an unstoppable pace."

"Spreading downstream of the Zangwe River!"

"There."

"Tens of thousands of tribal people live here and rely on the river for their livelihood!"

Finn abruptly turned the report to old man Abdul.

His tone was somber and angry.

"Your Excellency Abdul!"

"You are highly respected."

"They are the guardians of this land!"

"Are you really going to just stand by and watch your benefactor..."

"To cover up the failure of his $3.2 billion investment."

"For his own pitiful face and the stock price."

"Will you turn the entire Zangwe region into a living hell?"

“Countless innocent lives.”

"They are being poisoned!"

Every minute and every second.

"The pollution is spreading!"

"This report."

"That's irrefutable evidence!"

Finn's voice was filled with righteous accusations and vicious denunciations.

That well-made report.

Those shocking images and red data.

It spread rapidly among the guests like a plague.

This caused a series of suppressed gasps and whispers.

Many guests looked at Qin Hao.

The initial praise has turned into doubt.

Shock.

Even anger.

Especially the elders of several downstream tribes.

His face had turned extremely pale.

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