Activating the Omniscient System, I'm doomed!

"President Ji, is Huaji Company really that much potential?"

Inside a sea-view suite on the 20th floor of a star-rated hotel, a man in a suit swirls a glass of red wine.

He felt that Ji Ping, from the overseas family, was too cautious. In China, such schemes were not common; he could directly use connections to exert pressure and take over Huaji Company in no time.

Ji Ping slowly took a puff of his cigar and chuckled, "You're mistaken. Huaji Company can enable ordinary hardware to achieve its maximum precision with just a set of software programs. The potential is greater than you imagine."

"Young Master Zhao, you've been staying within the domestic circle for a long time, so you might not know what's going on outside. Let me put it this way, even top-tier companies like ASML, Oracle, and Google are studying this program, saying it contains... what was that new technology again?"

The young assistant next to him added, "Neural chaining technology, simply put, is the nesting of multiple languages ​​to achieve the most results with the least amount of code."

Ji Ping nodded: "Yes, that's it. It can achieve maximum precision even with ordinary hardware. What about top-notch hardware? That's why these foreign companies are willing to pay 30 million US dollars in technology licensing fees."

Young Master Zhao's expression turned serious. "I never imagined that such amazing technology could be developed in China, one that even foreigners can't understand?"

"No wonder these government departments have been placing pre-orders with Huaji Company recently. It seems that the government may very well take it over."

Ji Ping put down his cigar, stood up and said, "So we have to act early. If we drag this out until May, other capital and departments will take action."

"Didn't Yu Guangming promise to go to the casino in early April? We'll definitely be able to take him down with this scheme."

Young Master Zhao stood up, looked at the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and continued, "There's nothing I need to do for you. At most, I'll help you speed up the equity transfer process."

"There's no such thing as a 100% success rate. If he's not a big gambler, this game won't work. We can't just detain him; that would escalate into a national issue, and I can't handle that."

After Ji Ping finished speaking, he looked at his assistant and gestured for him to explain the detailed plan.

The young assistant, who was in charge of the scheme, cleared his throat and said, "Young Master Zhao, our plan is that if the casino scheme fails, we will use local forces to kidnap his son and demand a high ransom. At that time, he will inevitably sell the company, and our people will take over naturally."

"After this operation, we got what we wanted. As for the kidnappers, we'll need Young Master Zhao to make the preparations, and finally, we'll need to arrange for the police to shoot them dead."

Clap clap clap… Young Master Zhao clapped and cheered, “Killing the kidnappers is a great achievement, truly killing three birds with one stone!”

After saying that, he took out his phone, dialed a number, and said, "Old Wu, come up here."

Before long, a middle-aged man in a black shirt with a small braid arrived, followed by two burly thugs.

"Young Master Zhao, what are your orders?" the man in the black shirt asked as soon as he entered.

Young Master Zhao first looked at Ji Ping and introduced him, "President Ji, this is Old Wu. He has a lot of ruthless men under his command, making him the most suitable for this task."

Ji Ping nodded slightly, but still added, "Make sure to entrust it to a reliable person."

Young Master Zhao turned to the man in the black shirt, "Old Wu, find two trustworthy people..."

Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~!

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Young Master Zhao stopped talking and looked at Ji Ping, assuming that he had brought someone over.

Ji Ping, who was on the sofa, also looked at him and then gestured to his assistant.

"Who is it?" the assistant called out.

"It's a gift for President Ji." A middle-aged man's voice came from outside the door.

Ji Ping's expression changed slightly, realizing that the girl he had chosen had arrived. He said to Young Master Zhao, "The plan has been discussed. You can make up the details in private. I won't interfere."

Young Master Zhao was naturally aware of his quirks, and immediately laughed heartily, leading Old Wu toward the door.

The door opened, revealing a simply dressed, unshaven middle-aged man standing outside. There were no girls behind him, nor any gifts in his hands, only a cigarette with its butt stubble flickering.

"Who are you?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to be bringing a gift, Ji Ping's assistant immediately questioned him, while also taking out a walkie-talkie and berating the bodyguards, "What are you all doing, letting just anyone in here!"

After saying that, he was about to shoo the middle-aged man at the door away when he saw the man go inside first, lock the door, slowly take a puff of his cigarette, cough twice, and say:

"You have one minute to write your last words."

Young Master Zhao immediately laughed, "Buddy, before you caused trouble, didn't you even bother to find out who I am..."

Bang!

Suddenly, the middle-aged man kicked him in the chest. The immense force shattered his ribs, sending him flying backward. He crashed through the floor-to-ceiling window and fell from the 20th floor, landing on the roof of a black Audi. The metal roof collapsed, emitting a beeping alarm.

Old Wu and his two henchmen, who were about to make their move, froze on the spot, not daring to breathe.

Was that kick even delivered by a human?

The assistant holding the walkie-talkie swallowed hard and stepped back to Ji Ping's side.

"Brother, how much do you want? Name your price, and I won't argue!" Ji Ping said with a forced smile.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "I'm not interested in money. You have 30 seconds to write your will, or you can call the police or call for help."

"What grudge do we have?" Ji Ping asked as he moved to the desk, picked up a pen, and started looking for a sheet of paper.

The middle-aged man leaned against the bar counter and said casually, "Every time you go on a business trip, you make the young girls bleed. You're no wonder you're a big shot."

Could he be the father of some child...? Fine beads of sweat appeared on Ji Ping's forehead. He opened the desk drawer, instantly pulled out a black pistol, and pulled the trigger with a backhand.

Bang~!

Bang~!

A bullet hit the bar chandelier, shattering the glass into pieces.

Another bullet was aimed directly at the middle-aged man's forehead.

He swayed, and the bullet that was supposed to hit his forehead struck the wooden wall behind him instead.

Old Wu and his two thugs, who were frozen in the entryway, rubbed their eyes and their faces turned pale instantly.

If immense strength is innate divine power, then dodging bullets is simply inhuman.

Old Wu even thought to himself that if he went to the toilet first, he might be able to avoid the monster.

"You have a special constitution!?" Ji Ping's eyelids twitched a few times. Although there were still bullets in the pistol, he dared not pull the trigger.

The middle-aged man was slightly surprised. "You know about special physical conditions?"

"Heh, in my circle, who doesn't know? And who wouldn't want to hire a bodyguard with a level 0.5 physique? Even a level 0.2 would be hard to come by."

After saying that, Ji Ping smiled bitterly and said, "But... someone who can easily dodge bullets must have a level 1 physique, right? What have I done to deserve your personal intervention?"

Although he was from a wealthy family with assets worth trillions, he had never met anyone with a level 1 physique, and he had only met someone with a level 0.5 physique once by chance.

Hiring someone with special physical abilities as a bodyguard is even more out of the question; it's practically impossible.

People with special physical conditions are the most valued talents by the country. Even in foreign systems, such talents are considered the core treasures of those in power.

"I'm willing to pay compensation, to every person who has been hurt. Can you... can you let me off the hook?" Ji Ping asked with difficulty, feeling an overwhelming sense of despair for the first time in his life.

The middle-aged man slowly approached.

Thump!

The three men behind him, including Old Wu, finally realized what had happened and knelt down, crying, "Big brother, big brother, it's not my fault! I don't know this person at all!"

"Yes, yes, I'll follow Zhao, Young Master Zhao, to make a living, running a few entertainment venues..."

Old Wu gritted his teeth and stood up. "Brother, I'll kill him for you, in exchange for your life?"

The middle-aged man became interested, stepped aside, and nodded, "Okay."

Pa~!

When Lao Wu saw Ji Ping trying to grab a gun, he swung an ashtray and smashed it over his head. Then he rushed out with all his might and pushed Ji Ping off the twentieth floor, where he crashed heavily onto the hard floor, blood flowing everywhere.

His other two henchmen were not idle either. They immediately subdued the young assistant, knocked him unconscious with their elbows, and pushed him out through the broken hole in the French window.

"Brother, can we survive? We were all involved in this, and we would never dare to reveal it!" Old Wu said, looking at us.

The middle-aged man smiled. "How do you plan to handle the scene?"

"Just say he had a falling out with Young Master Zhao, and find two brothers to take the blame. I'll handle it. You can just leave, brother." Old Wu quickly calmed down.

"Okay, then we'll wait and see the results."

The middle-aged man turned and walked towards the door.

The three men, Lao Wu and his companions, exchanged glances and breathed a sigh of relief.

"How can I contact you, brother? I mean, how can I let you know?"

The middle-aged man opened the door and walked away, saying, "I'll come back to find you again."

He didn't even try to avoid the security cameras in the corridor, and just swaggered into the elevator.

Old Wu sighed softly and quickly arranged for someone to handle the surveillance footage.

What are the consequences of what I did today? What trouble will it cause me? Please provide detailed explanations if necessary.

The middle-aged man left the hotel building, glanced at the arriving ambulance, and silently recited something to himself.

The uncle was undoubtedly Luo Yi. Having reached level 4 physique, he could change the condition of his bones, muscles, and skin through mental power, and even his fingerprints.

So he didn't need to ask XY for help with surveillance or anything like that; he just ignored it.

This problem is expected to take 37 minutes.

The search for information regarding today's matter has been completed.