201 Meeting at the Hong Sec (1/2)

West pacific… Headquarter of the Hong Sect…

”Huuulla!”

A Gulfstream G550 taxied from the landing strip to the terminal.

This airplane was worth over fifty million US dollars. It could hold up to eighteen people inside. Before its successor, the G650 came into production, G550 was the most luxurious private plane in the world.

The gate opened, and a handsome young blond man emerged from within. His sharp eyes glinted like lightning in a stormy night, terrifying but spectacular.

Following the blond man, a group of men and women filed out from the plane, all wearing the same style of uniform. The men in the group were tall and jacked. Hard features on their stone-cold faces suggested that they were powerful fighters. Meanwhile, the seven women in the group were of all backgrounds; there were Asian, African, and Caucasian. Despite their racial differences, they shared one thing in common: breathtaking glamour. All the women were tall and were wearing tight business skirts, and a few of them wore black-rimmed glasses. They looked like a group of professional secretaries.

The blond man sauntered out of the airport, carrying pride in every step he took. The men and women in the airport quickly got out of his way and lowered their heads out of respect as the blond man passed them.

”He is Zoro, the Thunder King, the principle of the branch in western Europe. He visits the headquarters barely once every year. There must be something big going on to have brought him back.” A few guards at the airport murmured to each other.

”Hehe, so the rumor is true! Zoro had a healthy appetite for woman, doesn't he? I have heard that every one of the secretaries he hired were drop-dead gorgeous from universities all over the world. Not only did they have the looks, but they also have brains. One of them was a daughter of blue-blooded royalty in western Europe. He brings these little birds with him everywhere he went. Hey, don't you think that in the night—” A brawny black man said with a lewd smile.

”Shut up, Tupac! You are going to get us all killed! Zoro hates people talking about his girls.” Another buff white man scolded him hotly. He was the captain of the guards.” The last person who didn't watch his mouth before he was electrocuted to a crisp already.”

Tupac sudden became quiet as if words had caught in his throat.

”The Principal of West Europe, North Africa, the Middle East and East Asia were all here…” The oldest guard furrowed his brows and said: ”I don't think that everyone is here just for the annual gathering. Why did they summon all the Principals? Is the rumor true and Lei Qianjue is dead?”

A silence fell over the room as soon as they heard the old man's words.

”It's impossible. Lei Qianjue was our underboss in Canada, and he was one of the most powerful fighters in Hong Sect. Who would be able to do away with him?” After a long silence, the group of guards finally boiled over.

”Just so! Of all the powerful fighters in the Hong Sect, Lei Qianjue was the most powerful. Not even the Italian Mafias dared to infiltrate Canada under his watch, turning Canada into our cash cow. Every year, our branch in Canada contributed over five billion US dollars to the headquarters, closely following the branches in Western America and Western Europe”

”If Lei Qianjue was not really dead, the Headquarters would never summon so many underbosses.”

As everyone chatted on, fear slowly crept onto their faces.

Lei Qianjue's death disrupted the balance of power within the sect and things were about to change within the Hong Sect. In addition, whether or not they could hold their territory in Canada also remained a question to be answered.

A few hundred-meter-tall mountain peak was erected at the center of the little tropical island.

Hong Sect had hollowed the hill to built their underground base. This underground base touted a defense that was enough to withstand a nuclear bombing. There were over a few thousand people stationed on the island well-equipped with modern military-issue firearms from America. Some firearms were even better than standard American soldier's gear.

Such was the might and power of an international organization. It's collective might all over the globe was equivalent to a small country.

Meanwhile, inside the meeting room of the underground base, the underbosses were having a discussion.

The door of the meeting room swung open as the blond man walked in,trailing behind him was a group of drop-dead gorgeous girls. The old man in a traditional Chinese dress was sitting at the head of the table. He furrowed his brows and said:”Zoro, you are late.”

”Boss, it's not my fault. Blame those bitches from England!” As soon as Zoro sat down in a chair assigned to him, a tall Latino brunette wearing high heels came over to him, swaying her curvaceous body left and right. When she was close, she poured her boss a cup of red wine.

Zoro held the wine glass in his hand without drinking the contents. He swirled the red wine in the glasse as he scanned the people in front of him.

Despite the crowded space inside the meeting room, most people stood respectfully behind the seven people who were seated in their chairs. These were the seven underbosses from each region. There were six men and one female, the spot where Lei Qianjue used to sit was filled by Romon.

The seven underbosses all looked imposing and overbearing. They were from many different backgrounds. Some were asian, some white and some black.

The Hong Sect was an international organization that went beyond any racial boundaries. Each of the seven underbosses gave off a different air; some had eyes that shone like burning coal, some breathed as deeply as the ocean, and some sat as still as a mountain. All of them seemed as powerful as a Grandmaster if not more. However, the old man sat at the head of the table lacked any special quality and looked just like an average joe.

That being said, he carried out the meeting as if he owned it and no one seemed to cast any shred of doubt on his credentials.

He was the boss, the kingpin, the don of the international outfit!

”There are troubles in England again?” The old man in traditional Chinese suit furrowed his brows for a brief second and then he unknotted them. ”We don't have time for those trivial matters. Our agenda today is to talk about the death of Brother Lei and Northern Canada.”

”Lei Qianjue is dead?” An attractive woman asked incredulously. She was scantily clad in a red high slit skirt, revealing much of her long and white thigh. She looked like she was in her thirties and great thick auburn hair that cascaded to her waist, accentuating her luscious body.

Zoro recognized her as Olga, the underboss of the Middle East region.

She was the only woman among the seven underbosses of the Hong Sect. Despite her still youthful look, she was well in her fifties. The underground world gave her a nickname, the Crimson Lady. Countless men had died in her hands on her bed.

Rumor had it that she knew the art of fire bending and was able to cast a huge fire tornado out of thin air.