Chapter 99: The Night Meeting – Part 2

“Hmph!”

Meeter, the “Wild Fox,” glanced around at the people who were silent with fear, and let out a cold snort. For these people who were originally meant to be his “achievements,” Meeter had originally held a certain amount of tolerance. However, it was clear that this tolerance had been mistaken for weakness by the other party.

This was absolutely unforgivable!

Killing intent spread uncontrollably in the bottom of Meeter’s heart.

Every person in the room who was swept by the gaze of Meeter, the “Wild Fox,” shuddered. They all lowered their heads or turned their faces away to look elsewhere.

Deep-rooted authority!

This word was the most appropriate explanation.

“Jack!”

Meeter, the “Wild Fox,” looked at the originally unremarkable subordinate opposite him, and the killing intent in his chest was almost about to boil over.

If Meeter had to kill anyone present, it would certainly be Jack. In fact, he wanted to tear Jack apart with a thousand cuts; after all, it was this guy, whom he never cared about, who had ruined his future prospects.

That was right. He had ruined his future prospects.

Although, after the incident occurred, he had sent people to try hard to repair his relationship with the second son of the York Family, the effect was minimal.

The people he sent out didn’t even get to see that second son.

However, what relieved Meeter was that the gifts he sent were accepted by the second son of the York Family.

And this meant that he still had a chance, but he would certainly need to pay a higher price.

The originally planned matters had to be pursued at a cost several times higher because of an unremarkable person. How could Meeter not be angry?

However, even if he was angry.

Meeter did not act rashly—Meeter, who had the “Wild Fox” Title, was certainly not a reckless person.

In fact, after Jack returned to the Janel Territory in an extremely high-profile manner, Meeter began to investigate who was behind Jack.

The result was, of course, nothing.

Jack did not meet anyone, and he just stayed there. Apart from several meetings, there was absolutely no action—which made Meeter feel a bit uneasy. After all, if he could connect with a Big Shot, then his unremarkable subordinate, Jack, might also have some connection.

Luck was always like this, catching people off guard.

So, Meeter kept “quiet.” He was silently observing Jack, even ignoring the submissions from his original subordinates and supporters.

He needed to detect who that Big Shot was.

If it was someone he could not provoke, Meeter would naturally say nothing—In fact, with better prospects, Meeter had long looked down on his current position.

If it was not some Big Shot, Meeter would certainly take action—

After all, looking down on someone or not caring about them did not mean letting others compete for them at will.

As for the underground king Jack had mentioned?

Meeter had not believed it at all from beginning to end.

After all, as the boss of the underground forces in a territory, the things he knew were definitely not something his subordinates could guess.

At least, several years ago, he had seen a candidate for the Underground King of the Four Northern Counties.

That person had made him tremble and submit with just a glance.

Such a person obviously would not choose someone like Jack to be a Commander of a region.

After all, with just one word, that person would willingly offer his forces.

And this was only one of the candidates, far from the “Big Shot” mentioned by Jack, who was stronger than all the candidates.

Such a “Big Shot,” if it really existed, was unimaginable in Meeter’s eyes.

So, Meeter simply thought that Jack had just had a bit of doggy luck and had met a figure with considerable power—Although this kind of person was considered a Big Shot by Jack, there should still be a distance from a true Big Shot; However, the investigation that made no progress for a long time made Meeter a bit impatient.

After all, the harder it was to make progress in the investigation, the more likely it was that a Big Shot was standing behind Jack.

And Meeter was not willing to go to war with a true Big Shot.

Of course, this was just Meeter’s thought before today—Having made no progress for a long time, Meeter shifted his gaze from Jack to Jack’s two bodyguards.

He was not unfamiliar with these two bodyguards, after all, some of his probes had been stopped by these two.

Those people who wanted to “Black-on-Black” on Jack included Meeter’s men—This was an inevitable probe, a game rule belonging to the confrontation of underground forces.

However, Meeter had not gained more.

Apart from these two bodyguards—

They were both close to, almost reaching the Strength of a Knight.

They were both quite good hands.

Just after that “contact,” Meeter had already made such a judgment; In fact, this was not a difficult thing. Inferring from the other party’s behavior and the Strength of the target, many things would quickly become clear at a glance.

For Meeter, who had already reached the level of a Knight, these two bodyguards were naturally nothing.

Plus some arrangements, capturing these two bodyguards would be a piece of cake.

And the subsequent interrogation made Meeter pause—

Mercenary?!

With the support of a certain Big Shot, he still needed to hire Mercenaries to protect himself?!

Upon getting this answer, Meeter instantly realized that Jack was lying.

What Big Shot, what Underground King, were just words used by this guy to arm and protect himself.

However, Meeter did not act immediately.

He questioned those two bodyguards repeatedly—Of course, torture was unavoidable, and it could even be described as severe torture.

Under such punishment, those two bodyguards did not hold out. In fact, since they had already confessed everything before, at this moment, even if Meeter asked them for the name of their Mother, they would not hesitate.

After getting everything he wanted, Meeter personally ended the lives of these two bodyguards.

Then, bringing his men, he came towards the guy who was “talking big.”

Very coincidentally, when Meeter’s men killed several hidden sentries and Meeter walked outside the room, he just happened to hear Jack’s “boasting.”

Meeter, sneering, faced such “lies” and directly kicked the door open.

Meeter had killing intent and also anger—

For having been played by such despicable means, Meeter was determined to give Jack several times more revenge.

So, after he shouted Jack’s name, he did not attack immediately.

On the contrary, Meeter, the “Wild Fox,” stood at the door with his arms crossed, sneering at Jack. He planned to thoroughly enjoy how despicable the other party would look after his lies were exposed.

Then, he would torture the other party bit by bit.

Believe Meeter, he would definitely make this process very long.

“A certain Big Shot? The king of the underground forces in the Northland? What kind of person is he? I really want to meet him!”

Meeter, the “Wild Fox,” said this.

Jack, who was being watched by Meeter, paused. In fact, since Meeter appeared, Jack had been in a daze—Undoubtedly, this underground leader who had just started imitating and learning did not yet have the determination to truly go to war with his original boss.

Even if he had spoken grandiosely before.

But inner avoidance was inevitable.

This is human nature, and no one could avoid it.

After all, Meeter’s deep-rooted authority over Jack had long penetrated his heart. To completely break free from it was absolutely not something that could be achieved in a day or two.

In fact, if it were not for the fact that Dean had left too deep an impression on Jack, Jack would probably have slumped in his chair at this time.

However, even if he did not slump in the chair, it was somewhat impossible to make Jack say a complete sentence.

Meeter, the “Wild Fox,” looked at Jack’s cowardly appearance, and the mockery in his heart became more and more obvious.

The subordinates and supporters who had defected to Jack, seeing their new boss and leader in this despicable state, became increasingly uneasy and terrified.

Some of them were even thinking about whether they needed to kneel and beg for mercy from their original boss, Meeter.

Of course, Meeter, the “Wild Fox,” would not give these people such an opportunity. He waved his hand, and the subordinates and supporters who followed him swarmed into the room. Daggers and Daggers were placed against the necks of these rebels or pressed against their backs—in the whole process, these people didn’t even resist.

Naturally, this also included Jack, who was sitting there.

Meeter, the “Wild Fox,” looked at the rebels subdued by his subordinates and supporters, smiled coldly, revealed his slightly pale teeth, and said word by word: “Jack, where is your Big Shot? I really want to meet him. Or… are you waiting for your two hired bodyguards? Rest assured, you will see them in a while!”

Jack, sitting in the chair, had a grayish-white face, and his eyes were filled with reluctance, but he said nothing.

At this moment, he finally realized the gap between himself and Meeter, the “Wild Fox”—Originally, he had proudly thought that with enough Gold Pulton, the other party was nothing special, and the gap between them was at most a thin line. Given more time, he could definitely catch up.

But until now, Jack realized how ridiculous his previous complacency was.

The other party would not move unless they did; once they moved, it was a fatal blow.

Leaving him no room to fight back.

But… who else could he blame?

Jack lowered his head and accepted his fate—Perhaps that Big Shot would avenge him when he learned of his death… No, no. A failure like him was not worth avenging for that Big Shot. Instead, it was part of the original plan to kill Meeter.

However, he would not see it.

A trace of reluctant sadness surged into Jack’s heart.