OFR – Chapter 242 Rebellious

More than ten voices from VIP guests of the Huaxia Nation suddenly echoed through the entire silent conference hall!

Immediately, the atmosphere in the venue exploded!

No one had expected that, faced with provocations from influential figures of other countries and regions, they would respond with such a flamboyant, almost arrogant attitude!

Bribed with millions at a time, countless people in the hall disregarded their status entirely, hurriedly carrying their chairs, even crawling, as they rushed toward the more than ten Huaxia VIPs!

Even the VIP boxes on the second floor, where internet celebrities, famous models, and even third-rate stars from various countries and regions were invited, began moving their chairs and jogging over, ignoring their own status.

All these people had gone mad over the hefty promises just made by the Huaxia VIPs!

The uncontrolled scene unfolding before them made all those who had just provoked these VIPs feel a burning heat on their faces.

And deep inside, an indescribable feeling arose!

What exactly was this scene?

They couldn’t put it into words, but they felt their intended outcome was nowhere near achieved.

There was no suppression whatsoever of the momentum from the Huaxia VIPs—in fact, it seemed to be invisibly fueling it even more!

Perhaps to ordinary people, spending millions just to secure a seat seemed foolish.

But they knew!

This was not merely about a seat!

It was about dignity, the dignity of the top-tier wealthy elites!

Moreover, these Huaxia VIPs, with their earlier shocking arrogance and swagger, indirectly told all who wanted to provoke them one fact:

They were absolutely not a bunch of meek sheep!

They were fierce Eastern wolves with absolute power and absolute courage!

If anyone truly decided to provoke them, they’d better be prepared to lay all their cards on the table and brace for the strongest and most arrogant retaliation, as well as be ready to pay the most terrible price.

After sensing the fiery arrogance with which they welcomed provocations, many began to have second thoughts, and most of those VIPs quietly returned to their own boxes.

They acknowledged it—they did not want to provoke this group anymore.

Because they understood that these people could easily spend millions just for simple face, and once pushed into a corner with no way out, they would likely unleash a ferocity too overwhelming to bear.

At this moment, many second-floor VIP guests turned back to their boxes, and many noticed Mu Bai.

“Who’s that youngest boy?”

Everyone was asking those around them, wanting to know who this boy leading such a powerful and fierce response was.

They knew that even without this boy, this batch of Huaxia VIPs wouldn’t simply back down.

But without this boy initiating such brazen words and overwhelming momentum, even if the Huaxia VIPs resisted, they definitely wouldn’t do it so openly!

Because this approach was too arrogant and came with a kind of “kill a thousand enemies, but lose eight hundred of your own” intensity!

“I’m not sure. I heard his name is Leng.”

That was now the most common rumor and whisper around all the boxes.

Among them, a somewhat handsome Australian man, looking at Mu Bai surrounded momentarily by many young female models, said nothing but his gaze darkened.

In fact, yesterday and now, the joint actions by many VIPs to suppress the Huaxia VIPs had been his idea.

His name was Clive Chenermo, son of Australia’s richest man and first in line to inherit the largest financial conglomerate in Australia.

He was by far the most conspicuous tycoon present at this exchange meeting.

He didn’t actually have much dislike for the Huaxia people, especially Huaxia girls—he quite liked them.

On his private luxury yacht, many Huaxia beauties were at his beck and call.

But what he disliked was the Huaxia nation’s wealthy elite!

As for why?

That was probably due to the education from his father since childhood.

His father was the richest man in Australia, a figure standing at the very top worldwide.

But strangely, whenever facing Huaxia people, this tall and mighty father was always very respectful and courteous—so courteous that Clive couldn’t understand it.

His father even earnestly taught him from a young age: he could provoke any power in the world but must never provoke Huaxia elites!

At first, Clive thought his father was joking.

But after hearing it so many times, and being spoiled and rebellious since childhood, he developed an uncontrollable rebellious streak.

Every time he secretly met someone his father called a Huaxia elite, he couldn’t help but want to suppress them, to trample on their dignity.

He harbored a strong resentment!

This resentment was so intense that if it wasn’t vented, it would torment him to death!

Precisely because of this, the more his father emphasized it, the more Clive would do the opposite!

Over the years, he’d seen countless such so-called Huaxia elites clinging to his legs in tears, begging him to let them go.

So he believed the so-called wealthy elites his father talked about were just a bunch of such people.

Compared to him, they were nothing but poseurs and rubbish, not worth mentioning.

He never took them seriously!

Yet, inexplicably, when today he saw this boy, younger than himself, he suddenly felt a sense of oppression!

An oppressive aura!

“Hmph!”

Clive Chenermo sneered softly; he hated that feeling.

As the atmosphere in the hall erupted, his dark eyes returned to his own box.

Was he scared?

Of course not! As a man arrogant since youth, the word “fear” was not in his dictionary!

He simply didn’t want to see that boy enjoy being worshipped by thousands.

That would make him uncomfortable.

Now, inside Clive Chenermo’s luxurious box were a crowd of foreign beauties from various countries and a middle-aged man sitting in a leather chair wearing a black jacket, being lavishly entertained by women on both sides.

“Haha, Young Master Mo, you don’t look very happy. Did those Huaxia people outside just strike a blow at you?”

The middle-aged man was teasing the women around him while joking.

His tone showed no fear at all toward the son of Australia’s richest man, who was filled with resentment.

Yes, he was not afraid.

Because in Yue’an City, near the Golden Triangle,

Others feared him—but he feared no one!

Who was he?

Chenermo looked at the man with some respect, knowing this was a major overlord from the chaotic Golden Triangle region.

A man who disregarded all national laws and rules!