Warning! A hidden dragon has emerged!

Australia and Japan were his partners, and he specifically instructed them to stockpile resources to support his plans.

But the Dragon Kingdom and the Wind and Rain Pavilion were not within his scope of cooperation at all.

Some time ago, he even tried to use a substitution trick to destroy the Fengyulou and frame the Persian Ming Cult, but he ended up losing more than he gained and instead destroyed his own two missile silos.

It now seems that his plan had been leaked long ago. The Dragon Kingdom and the Wind and Rain Pavilion were fully aware of his scheme, which is why they were able to intercept him so precisely.

"Someone, inform Yang Zhentian to come see me immediately!"

Chuan Te suddenly looked up, his eyes sinister, his voice icy, and his whole body filled with terrifying killing intent.

"yes!"

The subordinate accepted the order and quickly withdrew.

……

A moment later, Yang Zhentian arrived late.

He had just pushed open the door when he felt a suffocating atmosphere. When he looked up, he saw that Chuant's face was terribly gloomy.

"Alliance Leader, what's wrong? Why do you look so pale?"

Yang Zhentian feigned confusion and stepped forward to ask.

A subtle slyness lurked in his eyes.

"Our plans were thwarted."

Chuan Te did not hide anything and told Yang Zhentian everything he knew.

The White Eagle Alliance and the Hidden Immortal Sect are now a community of shared interests, and he must be honest with Yang Zhentian.

"We only received 500 kilograms of gold, less than one-tenth of the planned amount, and the energy supply was pitifully low, which was far from enough to make up for the deficit."

"Do you know who snatched the prize?"

Yang Zhentian's expression changed drastically, anger surged onto his face, and the ferocity in his eyes startled even Chuan Te.

"It is the Wind and Rain Tower and the Dragon Kingdom."

"The Wind and Rain Pavilion?"

Yang Zhentian seemed to have heard a terrifying name; his brows furrowed into a deep frown, and his expression became serious.

"What? Is there a problem?"

Upon seeing this, Chuan Te's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly pressed for an answer.

"That's the property of Yuquan Temple. The sect leader, Ling Yuyan, is a disciple of Su Qingyan, who is suspected to be a Nascent Soul Realm expert with unfathomable strength, no less than me or Lord Demon King."

Yang Zhentian sighed, his eyes filled with apprehension.

With his current strength, let alone fighting Su Qingyan, he could easily kill Qin Quan. But he pretended to be extremely wary just to deceive Chuan Te and save face for himself.

"Even you and the Demon King are no match for her?"

Chuan Te was shocked, and his worries deepened.

"If it comes down to a fight, I can kill her, but the price will be extremely high, and the Hidden Immortal Sect will also suffer a severe blow."

Yang Zhentian feigned helplessness, then changed the subject, his eyes becoming cunning.

"However, I still have a trump card, enough to deal with Fengyulou and the Dragon Kingdom."

"Oh?"

Chuan Te's eyes lit up, and he quickly pressed for more information.

"Tell me quickly, what's your trump card?"

Yang Zhentian leaned close to Chuan Te's ear, lowered his voice, and whispered a few words quickly.

Chuan Te's originally gloomy eyes gradually brightened, and he became more and more excited as he listened. Finally, he slapped his thigh and burst into laughter.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! I never imagined that Sect Leader Yang had already laid out this plan ten years ago. Impressive, truly impressive!"

"It's trivial, not worth mentioning."

Yang Zhentian feigned modesty, but a smug smile crept onto his lips.

"In that case, I'll have the Western nobles help you with this mission. As allies, they should lend a hand."

"It would be great if they could intervene."

"Hahaha!"

The two old foxes exchanged a smile, their previous anxiety vanishing in an instant, their confidence in victory unwavering.

……

the other side.

The battle between the Persian Ming Cult and the White Eagle Alliance continues to escalate.

Overnight, artillery fire raged, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

The flames of war engulfed the entire Hormuz Sea.

The Yamata no Orochi hides in the deep sea, and any soldier who falls into the water, whether friend or foe, becomes its prey.

In just five days, its cultivation level recovered by 30%.

As Trump predicted, global gold and energy prices surged more than twofold in just five days.

Inside the Wind and Rain Tower, Qin Quan stared at the stock account funds frantically jumping on the computer screen, his eyes resolute, and spoke without hesitation.

"Clearance sale! Everything must go!"

Ling Yuyan, Gao Yuan, Lin Wanrou, and the others trusted Qin Quan completely and immediately followed suit, their fingers flying across the keyboard.

Besides the gold he had stockpiled, he had cleared out all his stocks, including the Nikkei, Dow Jones, Nasdaq, and S&P 500, leaving him with a staggering amount of money in his account.

In just five days, they amassed astronomical wealth in the global stock market, and everyone's face was beaming with excitement.

Jingle Bell!

The phone rang suddenly, and Ling Yuyan picked it up and answered it immediately.

"explain."

"Reporting to the landlord: A client wants five million tons of crude oil and is willing to pay 30% above the market price, with full payment upfront!"

An excited voice came from the other end of the phone.

Ling Yuyan didn't rush to answer, but turned to look at Qin Quan with a questioning look in her eyes.

"Junior brother, what do you think?"

"Sell it!"

Without even thinking, Qin Quan said directly:

"Nearly double the profit! Such a great opportunity, only a fool wouldn't sell!"

"Selling! Full payment required!"

"no problem!"

The call has just ended.

Another call came in from someone wanting to buy energy.

Faced with such substantial profits, Ling Yuyan had only one word to say.

Sell!

Who would have thought that the world's largest assassin organization, under Qin Quan's leadership, would transform into an oil tycoon?

From planning and arranging the layout to stockpiling goods and then selling them for cash, the entire process took less than forty days, yet the profit doubled.

"OP! OP!"

Just as everyone was immersed in the joy of making money, an elderly woman with gray hair rushed in anxiously, her face full of worry and her steps unsteady.

"Reporting to the original poster, the other party is calling!"

The old woman, panting heavily, spoke loudly.

"Who?"

Ling Yuyan's heart tightened, and she asked in a deep voice.

"The one who sealed Ling'er's memories!"

brush!

Upon hearing this, everyone present stood up abruptly, their smiles vanishing and replaced by solemnity and urgency.

An overwhelming aura involuntarily pressed down on the old woman, making the air in the entire hall feel oppressive.

Qin Quan took a step forward and almost instantly teleported in front of the old woman.

"Tell me, where is she?"

"Well……"

The old woman was nothing more than a top-tier assassin; how could she withstand Qin Quan's immense pressure? Her legs buckled, and she involuntarily knelt on the ground, her body trembling uncontrollably, even her soul trembling.

She had only one thought in her mind.

Wow! This person is incredibly strong!

"Brother, don't get agitated. My master can't withstand your pressure."

Seeing this, Qin Ling quickly stepped forward and stood in front of the old woman.

Qin Quan then came to his senses, let out a long sigh, slowly withdrew his oppressive aura, and softened his tone, saying apologetically:

"Sorry, I got too excited."

The kneeling old woman finally felt her breathing become a little easier, but her back was already soaked with cold sweat, and large beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, spreading out in a small patch on the ground.

Where is she? What did she say?

Qin Quan asked again, his eyes fixed on the old woman, afraid of missing a single word.

The old woman dared not hide anything and quickly said:

"She...she only told me to take Ling'er to the Death Desert to find her, and said nothing else."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell silent again, and everyone's eyes were focused on Qin Ling, their eyes filled with worry.

The Desert of Death is extremely dangerous; the other party's choice to meet there clearly indicates ill intentions.