Smoking a cigar, Feng Ruixing looked at a letter in his hand with great interest.
The handwriting on the letter was worse than that of a primary school student, and the content took Feng Ruixing extra time to understand.
In short, it was an extortion letter.
It stated in clumsy script that a very powerful, immeasurably powerful group had taken a liking to his Ruixing Group, and therefore, in their great mercy, they wanted Feng Ruixing to supply them with funds.
As for how powerful this group was, the letter vaguely wrote a lot without substantial content, merely stating that Feng Ruixing’s life could be taken at any time.
To prove that they indeed had the ability to kill Feng Ruixing at any moment, they would appear at Feng Ruixing’s security company tomorrow night, allowing Feng Ruixing to witness their strength.
If Feng Ruixing did not come, or if he played any tricks, they would not be polite.
Putting down the letter, Feng Ruixing rubbed his temples, feeling that life was truly difficult.
As the chairman of a large group, he still had to personally handle such matters. Couldn’t his subordinates be more capable and report such a low-level threat letter to the police directly?
Just as he was about to use this as an excuse to scold his secretary and concurrently his younger sister, Feng Ruixing suddenly realized something was amiss.
This letter was not delivered to him by his employees; it had appeared out of nowhere on his desk. The material of this letter was also different from ordinary stationery.
Upon closer inspection, Feng Ruixing discovered a fishy odor on the letter, along with an indescribable dampness, which should be related to superhumans.
"Is Ruixing Group being targeted by superhumans?"
The current Feng Ruixing was no longer as ignorant of the world of superhumans as he was before. Therefore, he easily deduced that he might have been targeted by a clandestine organization.
This clandestine organization happened to be lacking operating funds, so it needed Ruixing Group to be the scapegoat. However, Feng Ruixing was not particularly worried because any clandestine organization that would target him was likely some newly emerged, shady outfit.
What stable funding channels did any major clandestine organization not have?
Moreover, making such direct threats was the most foolish method. It was effortless for a large organization to control an ordinary businessman without anyone noticing; why would they need to send a letter in advance?
If it were the original Feng Ruixing, he might have immediately surrendered and paid money to avert disaster.
But now he was the financial director of The Disaster Containment Facility. Being threatened by this shady outfit that didn’t even dare to show its face was quite a blow to his reputation, wasn't it?
So he picked up the phone and said to the person on the other end, "An'an, how has your training been recently?"
"Training very well? Then I'll come to your place tomorrow night. Some people from clandestine organizations will appear then, consider it practice for you."
"Alright, alright, no need to be polite, no need to be polite."
Hanging up the phone, Feng Ruixing looked forward to what would happen tomorrow night. As long as there were no disaster-level monsters, Feng Ruixing found it hard to imagine his highly paid staff plus Heng An being defeated by ordinary superhumans.
However, this was still not entirely safe. Coincidentally, there was a Recruiter Assembly this afternoon, and Feng Ruixing planned to inquire at the meeting if he could get some help.
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Wen Wen sat in front of Tao Qingqing's cell, carefully reading the Book of Thunder.
After several days of deep sleep, Tao Qingqing should be close to waking up. Once she woke up, she would become a disaster-level vampire.
Disaster-level vampires were called Nobles within the blood clan. They were granted corresponding titles based on their strength, and blood races with higher titles had absolute suppression over lower-ranking blood races.
However, vampires who could become Nobles were usually pure-blooded vampires. It was quite rare for someone like Tao Qingqing.
After all, few people were as extravagant as Wen Wen, feeding an ordinary vampire with the blood of various strong individuals…
Wen Wen had prepared several bottles of different blood, from the blood of the Faceless Demon to ordinary human blood. Which blood she would be fed upon waking depended on her attitude.
If Tao Qingqing woke up without any trace of defiance towards Wen Wen, it would mean Wen Wen's education was successful, and he could confidently assign her to carry out some tasks.
If she dared to disrespect Wen Wen by relying on her increased strength, then she might need to undergo some punishment.
In the early hours of the morning, Wen Wen went to find Xiao Man. Tempted by the prospect of regaining her strength, Xiao Man joined the containment facility with little hesitation.
Xiong Ying, after a period of internal struggle, also signed up to become a Recruiter.
What Wen Wen needed now was simply to extend invitations to the Recruiters; he didn't need to handle anything else. The Hub Administrators, who could move freely within this level, could help Wen Wen complete most of the work.
As for sweeping through the Recruiters' rooms, Wen Wen had long stopped doing that. He was no longer as impoverished as he was at the beginning, not to the point of wanting everything he saw.
Finally, after a soft hum, Tao Qingqing woke up.
As soon as she opened her eyes, before she could even experience her own power, she saw Wen Wen sitting by her bed, turning the pages of a book.
Sensing the immense blood energy within her, Tao Qingqing knew she was completely different from before.
However, this time, instead of trying to kill Wen Wen or escape the cell as she had before, she sat up from the bed, knelt before Wen Wen, and showed her submission.
Her wildness had long since been extinguished under Wen Wen's repeated suppression. Moreover, she wasn't foolish. The monsters captured with her in the early days, like Hu Youling, that seductive vixen, were still confined in the disaster zone. Only her and Qin Shuang's powers had been constantly upgraded. Sudancity.com
If Wen Wen only needed a prisoner, there would be no need to find ways to cultivate them and make them stronger and stronger for only one reason: he needed them to do something!
And now that she had become a disaster-level vampire, she should be very useful to Wen Wen.
"Not bad, a bit more obedient than I imagined."
Wen Wen raised an eyebrow, snapped his fingers, leaving all the prepared blood bottles behind, and then leisurely left the cell.
He had stayed by Tao Qingqing's bed not to see how strong she had become, but to observe her attitude.
Since she had shown submission, there was no need for Wen Wen to understand other things for now.
Disaster-level monsters like Yan Biqing, although very obedient, were ultimately strong individuals to begin with, and arrogance was inevitable. They might have ulterior motives when doing things for Wen Wen.
As for Tao Qingqing, after Wen Wen's prolonged education, she was basically obedient to Wen Wen. Coupled with her familiarity with the real world, she was Wen Wen's most suitable subordinate.
As he left, Wen Wen mused, "Master Monument is indeed a legendary beast tamer; my three hundred demon-hunting coins were not spent in vain."
That's right, Wen Wen had anonymously purchased the Beast Taming Notes of the legendary beast tamer, Master Monument, long ago, and his education of monsters indeed bore the imprint of Master Monument…