Amidst the eerie sound of a trumpet, the glamorous facade of the celebration was torn apart, and darkness and bloodshed were about to descend. A meticulously planned trial officially commenced, Zhao Wen-kang's crimes were exposed to the public, and the Bang and Xiao Organization's revenge operation formally began.
The time had finally arrived.
The atmosphere of the celebration was still fervent, and the magnificent lights illuminated the faces of every distinguished guest. People raised their glasses in conversation, anticipating the upcoming screening of the 16th-anniversary historical documentary. However, the moment the screen lit up, the image abruptly changed—the original celebratory review was cut short, and a previously unreleased video appeared starkly.
In the footage, Zhao Wen-kang's various crimes were laid bare: illegal transactions, murdering dissidents, manipulating the black market, exploiting the innocent with his power... one crime after another was revealed in detail before everyone's eyes. The scene fell silent instantly, replaced by suppressed gasps and a gradually rising commotion.
"What the hell is this?"
"Is this real?"
"Mr. Zhao, can you explain this?"
The guests below the stage began to whisper amongst themselves. Some frantically picked up their phones, while others, their faces pale, stood up, ready to leave. Cold sweat dripped from Zhao Wen-kang's forehead. He stood up abruptly, his sharp gaze sweeping towards Lin Zhe. Lin Zhe, however, appeared unusually calm, as if he had long anticipated this scene. He stood beside Zhao Wen-kang, quietly reassuring him, "Calm down, boss, I'll handle this."
Just then, Zhao Wen-kang's phone suddenly rang.
He hurriedly answered, and before he could speak, a panicked voice of a bodyguard came from the other end: "Boss! Something bad has happened! We... we've been robbed! Black Bear... they brought people and raided your vault...!"
Zhao Wen-kang's face instantly turned from pale to ashen. Fury burned in his chest. He clenched his fists tightly, his voice low and menacing: "You bunch of useless trash!"
At the same time, the image on the large screen was forcibly interrupted, and the originally noisy scene plunged into darkness. But within this dead silence, an eerie melody slowly began to play.
It was the sound of a trumpet, its tone melodious yet carrying an ominous and chilling air.
The notes echoed in the air, like an invisible proclamation—a bloody storm was about to descend.
Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines, and unease welled up in their hearts. Some looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, only to realize that the entire hall was enveloped by this melody, like the prelude to death.
Standing in the crowd, Bang slightly narrowed his eyes, a cold smile playing on his lips.
He slowly raised his head, looking at his teammates not far away, and then, gently, cast a meaningful glance at them.
At that moment, all the members of the Xiao Organization began to move without any prior signal.
To be continued...