[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

You looked him over for a few seconds, seemingly considering whether he was worth talking to.

"Is something wrong?"

Finally, you replied to him, but your tone was nonchalant and arrogant.

This is something you copied from Kruger; it has a kind of defiant, disdainful feel to it.

This appearance did indeed displease the man, but after weighing the pros and cons, he still tried to chat with you in a good mood.

"Since this is your first time here, let's be friends. We can cooperate in the future if there's an opportunity."

You looked at his outstretched hand, but didn't reach out in return.

In these collaborative parties, those who initiate conversations are either small fry or bait released to test the waters.

If you accept his overtures, your social standing will automatically decrease, and people of some status will disdain to speak with you.

So you just glanced at his hand with disdain and let out an arrogant sneer.

You didn't say anything and just walked right past him.

The man, feeling humiliated, muttered an insulting curse under his breath, but before the insulting word could even escape his lips, a pistol was pressed against his forehead.

The ghost cast a cold glance at him, and a hoarse, menacing voice rang out.

"Apologize, or die."

The man froze. Although carrying self-defense weapons was permitted here, almost no one would use them casually in order to maintain harmony.

He's in a bit of a bind now. Apologizing would be a huge loss of face, and he'd be ridiculed and mocked in this industry from now on.

But if he doesn't apologize, the man might shoot.

"You dare to lay a hand on me here? Aren't you afraid of retaliation?"

He has some influence, and ordinary people who dare to mess with him will face brutal retaliation unless the other party has a very powerful background.

You sneered at his words and spoke without turning your head.

"Riley, since this is your first visit, give Spider some face and teach him a simple lesson."

Upon hearing this, the ghost paused slightly.

Just as the man smirked triumphantly, thinking you were starting to get scared, the ghost lowered his gun...

"boom!"

A bullet was fired decisively at his shoulder!

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"Uh-"

After the gunshot, came the man's painful screams.

The man fell to the ground, clutching his wounded shoulder, uttering sharp curses.

The sudden turn of events drew everyone's attention.

Their eyes held surprise, curiosity, and schadenfreude, but no one stepped forward.

With a smile, you walk toward the man lying on the ground, lift your clean, shiny cowboy boots, and step on his face.

"There's nothing I wouldn't dare to do in the Golden Triangle, and it's the same here."

These words caused an uproar and murmurs throughout the room.

There are two notorious drug dens in the world: Mexico and the Golden Triangle.

Mexico's G can be so rampant because it is backed by a powerful market, and the considerable profits enable it to survive indefinitely.

However, the drug traffickers here are all scattered individuals, and their weapons are modified. Although they are rampant, they cannot overthrow the state. They themselves understand this, so as long as anti-drug efforts do not harm their interests, they will not cause too much trouble.

The Golden Triangle is different. Drug trafficking there isn't just for personal gain; it's also about using drug money to support an army. Many of the organizations there are trained by regular troops and have more advanced weaponry, making the Golden Triangle more prominent in terms of military strength.

However, the Golden Triangle also has its shortcomings. Due to the constraints imposed by surrounding countries, it is difficult for them to develop. If they want to expand outward, they can only rely on cooperation, but this cooperation leads to a significant reduction in their profits.

Sometimes, for the same item, Mexico G earns more than a hundred times the profit they do.

This is also the persona you've created for yourself: a mysterious heiress who is strong in combat but needs to find partners to make money.

As for personality... naturally, it should be a bit arrogant.

"I'm sorry, sir, we'll take care of it right away."

After hearing the order through your earpiece, two armed men approached you, apologized, and then dragged the man who had fallen to the ground away.

You nodded.

Sure enough, one still needs to raise their own status and create some deterrence in order to gain respect.

Under the watchful eyes of others, you continued walking into the hall as if nothing had happened, and arrogantly sat down at the head of the long table.

Although it was a party, there were rules about where to sit, with people taking their seats according to the importance of their status.

Newcomers arriving for the first time are usually placed at the very end.

You completely ignored their unspoken rules and directly seized the main seat, showing that you didn't take them seriously at all.

However, you weren't intimidated, not only because of your status, but also because the people present weren't really important figures.

Even the party's host, Spider, is only someone who can act like a big shot in this state. So after you reveal your mysterious identity, they won't dare to act recklessly; they'll even have to carefully test you.

Sure enough, after the waiter brought out the drinks and food, someone immediately approached you with a glass of wine, tentatively asking your name and wanting to know your identity in the Golden Triangle.

You gave a vague reply: "She's just a poor girl who was forced out by her father to discuss cooperation. She doesn't have any real skills yet."

This statement directly shifts the focus to your 'father' and the cooperation, even the word 'temporarily' carries a lot of implications.

This inevitably leads people to speculate that you are the daughter of a bigwig in the Golden Triangle, and a potential successor. After all, there's no need to force an ordinary daughter to come out and cultivate her abilities.

The moment that blurred background appears, everyone looks at you differently.

Although you seem arrogant and domineering, you are actually young and inexperienced, and you look simple and easy to fool.

As a result, you were immediately surrounded by people, all trying to find out about you.

Surrounded by others, you display a suitable 'naivety,' revealing that your mission is to trade a new type of goods, and that you are willing to sell at a low price for the first time because you urgently need to make money.

"Then why did you come here, Miss Y? It would be more convenient for people on the other side of the border."

When someone asks for advice, such collaborations usually prioritize drug lords on the border, as they are better choices in terms of both location and strength.

You responded with a light hum: "A friend recommended this place. I heard that Spider is very bold and trustworthy. I admire people like that."

The man pondered for a moment, then said no more.

"It is my honor to have gained Miss Y's appreciation."

A clear voice rang out, and you looked in the direction of the voice, then stared in surprise.

You might have initially thought that a spider, as the leader, would be either a fierce-looking fat man, a cunning old man, or even a gentle-looking uncle.

But no, he was surprisingly young, with slightly curly long black hair, black eyes, and thin, smiling lips between short, light beards. Although he wasn't particularly handsome, he had a mature charm.

In particular, the small black mole on each side of his eye really does look like a spider's eye, which is probably where his nickname comes from.

Dressed entirely in black, with a black fur coat, he resembled a long-legged black spider.

Actually, you've already seen his photo, but there's a difference between a photo and the real person. Your stunned expression is half genuine and half feigned.

The ghost raised his hand to block your view, and you impatiently pulled his hand down, looking at the man opposite you with a smile and asking.

"You're the spider?"

The man nodded, then walked towards you and extended his hand.

You reached out to shake his hand, but to your surprise, he raised your hand and leaned down to kiss the back of your gloved hand.

The next second, a pistol was pointed at his forehead; the gunman was, of course, the ghost behind you.

"Welcome to my villa, Miss Y."

He seemed completely unfazed, even looking up at you with a smile.

You raise your free hand and stop the ghost without turning your head.

"Riley, it's just a greeting, don't be nervous."

Upon hearing this, the spider smiled and released your hand.

"Ms. Y, I was offended on your first visit. Let me offer you a small gift as an apology. I wonder what kind of things you like?"

Upon hearing this, your brows relaxed, and you smiled as you pulled the pistol from the holster on your thigh, twirled it twice, and gripped it!

"I like guns, all kinds of interesting guns."

Spider suggested, "I have many types of guns, Miss Y, would you be interested in taking a look?"

A look of joy appeared on your face: "Sure!"

Your arm is grabbed by a large hand, and you turn to look at the ghost.

A ghostly, hoarse voice rang out: "You are not allowed to go."

You frowned, your face showing rebellious resistance.

"Riley, stop trying to control me!"

With that, you broke free from his hand and walked away proudly.

"Spider, let's go."

The spider's gaze swept back and forth between your back and the ghost's forlorn eyes before it gave a slight smile.

He raised his hand and waved loudly at a woman.

“Pera, please entertain this gentleman.”

After saying that, he turned and chased after your retreating figure.

The ghost left behind froze in place after hearing the spider's words.

The sound of high heels clicking on the ground gradually approached.

Then, a hand with manicured nails studded with rhinestones gently rested on his arm.