Lord Ping Xi intended to cause trouble at Shen Wanqian's banquet, intending to capture people and snatch the $50 billion donation. Otherwise, how could he, with his power, mobilize so many leaders from prestigious families to work together?
Unfortunately, this guy is stubborn and can't recognize the gravity of the situation! Zhang Sen thought disdainfully.
He glanced at his wristwatch and said coldly, "It's almost time. Where are your people? I don't have time to waste with you. Someone, capture him for me."
Before he finished speaking, the door to the hall was suddenly kicked open.
Following closely behind, a group of well-dressed and gloomy-faced individuals entered the hall.
Zhang Sen and his group were stunned. They recognized these individuals; they were the leaders of various departments of the prestigious families, at least at the deputy provincial level.
Could it be that Chu Feng really has such great ability to bring so many people here?
There were at least a dozen of them!
Zhang Sen's heart trembled with fear, but he still stood up and politely greeted them.
"Director Wang—"
"Minister Li—"
"Director Chen—"
These people were on the same level as him, and he had to give them some respect.
However, these leaders coldly glared at Zhang Sen, completely ignoring him, and stood directly to the side.
Zhang Sen was stunned. He couldn't help but feel a little angry. He had greeted them with good intentions, so what did these people mean?
Just when he thought it was over, more people suddenly arrived.
A group of intimidating-looking men wearing military uniforms followed cars with military license plates as they rushed into the hotel.
On their shoulder badges, the lowest rank was a major general!
All of them were generals; almost half of the Xi Ye Military Region had arrived!
"Everyone, esteemed leaders, what brings you here?"
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