Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 771 You control power, I control life and death

In the meeting room of Sir William's villa, a group of directors of the Municipal Council are meeting.

In the corner, a group of cartoon characters were stuck on the sofa like stickers, listening quietly. The lights in the conference room were dim and no one noticed this strange scene.

A middle-aged director said, "The problem now is that they have already touched our interests in the Magic City. Don't you forget how much profit the Shasun family brings us every year? Now everyone is saying that we should give up this part of our interests?"

One person responded: "Speaking of the Sassoon family, Edward Sassoon went out to sea on a cruise ship after an assassination attempt. These days, I have tried to contact him several times using the Marconi telegraph, but I have not been able to get through. I suspect he may have been in trouble."

Another person said, "I suspect the same thing. Not only can we not contact him, but the people of the Shasun family can't contact him either. This morning, Edward's father even contacted him to ask about his recent situation."

At this point, Sir William, who had been silent all this time, spoke up:
"Don't pay attention to this matter. It's not surprising that Edward got into trouble. Don't forget how those Japanese fleets disappeared."

Sir William had a confidant in the Municipal Council named Bruce. Because they were both from the same magic academy, he promoted him to the position of general manager, which meant he was the direct manager of the Municipal Council.

But just a few days ago, this confidant whom he had promoted left in a hurry without communicating with him. When he left, he left behind a bunch of orders without his permission, forbidding any further targeting of the Tiantong Church.

He felt bad at the time and contacted Bruce immediately. Bruce told him that he saw a god coming and destroying the Sassoon family's cruise ship. He also told him not to go against the Tiantong Church. If possible, it would be best to leave the dangerous area of ​​the Magic City immediately and return to Britain.

But how could Sir William just leave like that?

Marx said: If capital has a 10% profit, it is guaranteed to be used everywhere; if it has a 20% profit, it will become active; if it has a 50% profit, some people will take risks; if it has a 100% profit, some people will dare to trample on all human laws; if it has a 300% profit, some people will dare to commit any crime, even at the risk of being hanged.

Sir William had gained more than 300% of the benefits in Shanghai. How could he just leave like that?

He decided to wait and see, and while doing so, he saw the scene where the leader of the Tiantong Church destroyed the Japanese independent fleet.

Others looked through telescopes, but he looked through a magic crystal ball.

He saw it more carefully than others, so he could better understand the power and terror of Tiantong Sect Leader.

This is also the reason why he called everyone to a meeting today.

"Sir William, you said Sir Edward is dead?" A board member asked, "Does the Sassoon family know about this?"

William glanced at him and said, "You mean, if someone from the Shasun family died, I need to report it to them?! What do you think of me?"

"William, you are too sensitive. That's not what I meant. I want to say that we should tell the Shasun family, as we say here, to drive away the wolf and swallow the tiger. Let the Shasun family and the Japanese join forces to deal with the Tiantong Church, and we will sit back and reap the benefits!"

The white man with a hooked nose and white hair who had just spoken laughed.

He is Sir Rhodri, who comes from a pure Ansa family and has inherited the Ansa's "troublemaker" gene. He likes to use the so-called offshore balancing technique to sow discord, spread rumors, and stir up trouble, just like now.

Sir William glanced at Sir Rodry with a trace of disdain in his eyes. Although they were both nobles, in his eyes, the man in front of him was just a Muggle who didn't know what he was talking about. He had no idea what he was going to face.

The projection on the magic crystal ball during the day flashed in his mind, the scene of the independent fleet being completely annihilated under the overwhelming barrage of bullets.

This made him shudder. He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and asked:
"Do you think this is a game of tin soldiers? Do you really think we are facing the kind of vulgar people who can be manipulated at will?"

Sir Rodry crossed his legs, holding an ivory pipe in his hand, and smiled:

"Barbarians often have more powerful strength than civilized people, but in the end, civilization often conquers barbarism. Why is this so?"

"Because civilization knows how to forge strength into chains, while barbarians are still showing off their muscles. Little do they know that we have already lassoed their souls, tied their necks, and bound their bodies, leaving them at our mercy. Just like we did with their court."

Hearing Sir Rhodri's ignorant remarks, Sir William almost laughed out loud, and said in an almost impolite tone:
"You are just an ordinary person with a narrow vision. Seeing that scene during the day is like a frog in a well looking up and seeing the moon."

"If you become a wizard or an alchemist someday, and you look back at that scene during the day, it will be like a mayfly seeing the blue sky!"

"You don't understand how powerful he is," he exclaimed. "If he wants, I don't even mind kneeling down and kissing the tip of his shoe!"

These words were indeed rather impolite, and the white-haired Sir Rodri's face turned pale, and he trembled and could not speak, but he could not refute it because it was the fact.

He had also seen the scene during the day with his own eyes, watching it from a distance with a telescope, and knew how powerful the other party was. However, there were some things that one could not empathize with unless they happened to him. The pride of the old Western nobles made him subconsciously feel that things would develop as they expected.

In the world of painting.

"That foreigner named Rodri is so ignorant and confident that he even dares to speak nonsense. I really want to go out and strangle him to death." Lu Ci sneered.

"That foreigner is indeed a little confused. However, the foreigner named William is quite sensible. He actually wanted to kiss my shoes. Come to think of it, I guess my shoes have been worn by me for several years!" Tian Jinzhong couldn't help laughing after hearing what William said just now.

"I wear my shoes while meditating and practicing Qi every day. With the nourishment of Qi, they have become as tough as magic tools. They will not break even for decades, let alone years," said Zhang Zhiwei.

"Senior brother, you are getting unkempt every day, and you still don't like..." Zhang Huaiyi wanted to say that Zhang Zhiwei didn't like to wash his feet, but Zhang Zhiwei glanced at him, and he took back the words in dissatisfaction. He was not as short-sighted as Lu Jin and Lu Ci, who were easily criticized.

Lu Jin smiled and said, "That foreigner named William is the strongest among them. He has the deepest impression of Senior Brother Zhang's strength, so he is not as ignorant as the other foreigners. He knows the current situation, which is a good thing. I am afraid that some people are stupid and stubborn."

Lu Ci said with a look of disgust: "Where did the saying of kissing the toe of the shoe come from? It sounds disgusting. Is he worthy of it? He is only worthy of smelling Senior Brother Zhang's fart!!"

"Come on, stop talking. This is worse than kissing the tip of the shoe!" Zhang Huaiyi couldn't stand it anymore and said speechlessly, "Brother, what should we do next?"

Sir William's words caused silence for a moment, and then someone asked:
"So what does Sir William think we should do?"

Sir William said: "There are many things in this world that can make money. Although opium can make money quickly, it is actually a double-edged sword. Once it becomes popular, it will also affect our other businesses."

"In the past, the Shasun family gave us enough. We could turn a blind eye and even cooperate with them on certain matters. But we don't have to offend a powerful enemy for them."

He took out his ivory pipe, tapped the gilded ashtray, making a crisp sound, and reminded:

"Everyone! Don't just focus on the money, look at the long term. Understand each other's status. We are the masters of this land. Whether it is Shasun or any other force, they are just wild dogs begging for food in our territory."

"Shasun, the wild dog, has been bullied. Should we avenge him? Don't forget that he is just a wild dog. Even if he can bring us some benefits, he is essentially a wild dog that can be killed and eaten at any time." "So, not only do we not have to avenge him, we can even pick up the body of this wild dog, skin it and eat its meat for a good meal."

Sir William's words shocked everyone present, but after thinking about it carefully, although this idea was a bit inhumane, it was not unreasonable. In any case, they would not lose anything, the most they could earn was just a little.

……

The world in the painting.

"These foreigners actually think of themselves as the masters of this land. How shameless they are." Lu Jin sneered.

"The faces of these guys are really disgusting. I really want to go out and beat them up." Lu Ci said.

"Senior Brother Zhang, shall we continue listening?" Wang Ai asked.

"Some meaningless stuff," Zhang Zhiwei stood up. "I don't want to hear it anymore. Let's show our cards."

Wang Ai quickly said, "Brother Zhang, I will help you open the gate."

"Why bother?" Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hands, his fingers slightly bent, as if he had grabbed something invisible and intangible in the air, and then he pulled it to both sides, and he actually tore a gap in the world in the painting.

Without using a boundary gate, he actually tore open the world in the painting with his bare hands? Wang Ai was immediately shocked.

He remembered that when his father taught him this technique, he said that the world in the painting was secretive and almost unbreakable by mortals, but there were many gaps in it.

If a master is good at observing the law, he can quickly find the loophole and crack it. But my father never said that someone would just tear it apart with brute force. It's not about whether you are strong or not, or whether you can tear it apart, but it doesn't make sense!

The directors of the Municipal Council in the conference room suddenly felt an extreme terror weighing on their hearts.

It's not the kind of horror that scares you to death, but the kind of horror that sends out a chill from the deepest part of your heart.

They looked around uneasily, as if someone was looking down at them.

At this moment, Sir William suddenly saw an extremely deep black crack slowly opening from the air.

Black fog was surging in the crack, and a tall man with a strange appearance stood in it.

The reason why he is described as having a strange appearance is that he does not look like a real person, but rather like a character in a painting.

The characters in the painting, when entering reality, naturally feel full of incongruity.

But after the character in the painting walked out of the crack, the colors on his body faded and quickly filled up, transforming from a two-dimensional image in the painting to a three-dimensional real image, and slowly stepped out of the crack. The scene was extremely exaggerated and bizarre.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was so heavy that one could hear a pin drop. Sir William wanted to scream and call out to God, but he didn't dare to do so for fear of disturbing the people in heaven.

"Clap!"

Zhang Zhiwei took a step forward, landed in the middle of the conference room, and looked at Sir William:

"I heard someone talking about me, is it you?!"

Sir William was horrified and did not dare to overstep his authority in the slightest. He immediately knelt on one knee and shouted, "Greetings to the Master of Tiantong."

Upon hearing this, others followed Sir William's lead to pay their respects. No matter who they were or how powerful they were, at this moment, they could not feel even a little bit safe.

But there are always a few ignorant young men in the crowd, and Sir Rodry is one of them.

The pride bestowed upon him by his status as a noble of the British Empire prevented him from bowing down to such foreign barbarians.

"The Municipal Council has already backed down on your actions in the Magic City. What else do you want?!" He said in a trembling voice, "I advise you not to push your luck!"

Zhang Zhiwei turned his head and looked at him. Just now he was thinking, this group of people are so aware of the current situation, how can he make an example of them? He didn't expect that there would really be someone who is not afraid of death and bump into him.

Zhang Zhiwei had no interest in even asking a single question about Rodri's questioning. He stretched out his hand, and a majestic golden light appeared out of nowhere, strangling Sir Rodri's neck and lifting him into the air.

Rodri was immediately in a state of panic, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Fuck, what do you want to do? You have already offended the Japanese, do you want to make enemies for yourself?"

Zhang Zhiwei did not reply, but increased the strength of his hands little by little.

Rodri finally panicked: "Don't kill me. Killing me won't do you any good. It will only anger us and make us target you more."

"We don't have any life-and-death hatred. If you just let me go, I can support the development of your Tiantong Church. I can even transfer your Tiantong Church abroad and gain more believers..."

Rodri talked incessantly.

Zhang Zhiwei said expressionlessly: "Do you think that with the power and wealth of the Municipal Council, you can dictate things to me and bargain with me?"

"Those things are like dirt to me. I don't need your approval or support. If I do anything, you just kowtow to me."

After saying this, he exerted a little force with his hands, and in front of everyone's horrified gaze, he broke Sir Rodry's neck.

Everyone was stunned at first, and then an irresistible surge of malice instantly overwhelmed everyone present, like a black tide, pressing them so that they could not move.

They all knelt on the ground and lowered their heads.

At this moment, they all understood one thing. Even though they had money, power, etc., the person in front of them controlled their life and death and would really kill them.

(End of this chapter)