Number of Words: 3394 Update Time: 2012-12-22 20: 19: 00

Just before six in the morning, an off-road vehicle drove straight into Parkland's territory from a road in the wilderness. It followed the road that ran through the city's central axis through most of the city before finally coming to a stop in front of the Tulip Building. Several people jumped out of the car, led by Masters and a few so-called assistants. In total, the five of them went through the elevator to the 16th floor. Under the guidance of their housekeeper, Beni, they arrived at the hall specially used for internal meetings.

The hall was very spacious, almost five hundred meters squared. The furnishings in the hall were relatively simple. Apart from the necessary tables and chairs, there were no other decorations. To a large family, this seemed relatively simple and crude. However, the design of the hall was reserved and generous, matching the calmness of a tycoon. The only decoration in the hall was a large portrait of old Brent on the other side of the stage.

It was a gift from a member of the side line of the family on Old Brent's fiftieth birthday, as a token of his utmost respect for the head of the family.

But now, the old Brent, who was sitting on the main platform, was no longer as radiant. His face was ashen, as if he was an old man late in life. He didn't have the dignity of a family head at all. To the left of the seats were the important figures of Parkland. They were the cousins of old Brant and also the heads or senior executives of the various departments in which the chauffeur operated. To the right of these people, there were only a pitiful few people. It was as if there were only four people there.

Even so, the Parkland family members sitting on the left had ugly expressions on their faces. Although this was the territory of their family, these people were more like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

This was what Masters had seen as he entered the hall.

During the two hours of turmoil late last night, the important members of Parkland were well aware of what had happened. In that short period of two hours, Parkland had been put through the toughest test of all time. However, it was not like before, where it was like a reef that could stand tall amidst the raging waves of the ocean. This time, with the soldiers of the territory almost scattered and those who were able to do so completely destroyed, the reef that had been standing on the edge of the deep ocean for 35 years finally broke under the waves of the wind.

On the other hand, there were only four people who created this disaster.

In the old days, this was something unbelievable. But in this era, four powerhouses of the fifth step could do this.

When the night quietly faded and light shone on the earth, the Parkland family lost control of their territory. There was nothing more ironic than this, I'm afraid.

Now, under the gazes of all the members. Masters and the others, who must have been classified by them as poor, sat down next to them in a haughty manner, and examined each member with a superior gaze.

The hall was abnormally quiet and the atmosphere was stifling. Old Brent, who was sitting on the main platform, watched the proceedings without any interest. Under Zero's gaze, he coughed dryly and said, "I'm sorry to have to gather everyone here at this time. I'm sure everyone knows what happened last night, so I won't beat around the bush here. To put it simply, these gentlemen and ladies, including Zero, used their exceptional abilities to make me submit a special application to participate in the management and operation of our family business. Therefore, I hereby declare that these people, represented by Mr. Zero, will own 50% of the controlling shares of our corporate power. And this gentleman appointed the agent to join our chaeological valve action management, we hope you will cooperate with their work in the future. That's all I have to say!

Old Brent gritted his teeth as he said the last sentence, as if he had made a huge decision. And his words made the family members who were already mentally prepared for it to finally be unable to stop themselves from clamoring.

One of them, a potbellied fatty, stood up and shouted: "Why should we give our wealth to these greedy dogs!"

Before he could finish his sentence, one of Masters' assistants took out a handgun and shot a black bullet hole in the chubby man's forehead. Fatty fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't believe that he had just died.

This shot caused the bustling hall to become silent once more. At this moment, Zero slowly stood up. A cold, inorganic light shot out of his golden right eye and flashed across the faces of the members of the Parkland clan. When these people, who had been extremely excited a moment ago, came into contact with his gaze, it was as if cold water had been poured over them. They couldn't help but shiver.

"I know you'll think it's unfair, and so it is." Su Leng said, "But it is not up to you to choose. Either you cooperate with us or all of you die here. There is no third possibility! "

This was a naked threat. In the old era, this was a completely useless method, but in the new era, where individuals were highly respected, it was the most effective way to shock others. The weak were dependent on the strong. In these two roles, the weak had no right to speak. On the other hand, they only wanted half the shares, not all of them, and that was a blessing in disguise for the Parkland. Thus, after experiencing the initial agitation and reaching zero, they who had calmed down could only obediently accept the fate that was imposed on them.

What followed was a series of matters concerning the delivery of rights. These things were not zero director, so he gave them full authority to Masters. Masters was now literally the agent of the wilderness, entering for him the kingdom of business in Parkland. Masters would be involved in the entire operation of the kingdom and would recognize half of Parkland's annual profits as zero. In this income, he will be paid a 7 per cent agency fee in accordance with the agreement he has drawn up before zero.

7% might not seem like a lot, but for an agent, it was already a huge amount of wealth. No one would reject such cooperation, especially at this moment when the person behind Zero was the Hall of Heroic Spirits. Even if Masters didn't dare, there were still plenty of people willing to become his current role.

The delivery of power, the construction of trade chains, effective communication and the timely transfer of funds are not a one-day affair. It was to be expected that Masters would remain in Parkland for some time, and that his men would join the circle of Parkland. From today onwards, the management of this corporate sector will no longer be an internal issue. In the near future, there will be a lot of managers from outside the family.

And even if the Dark Council were forced to take over, it would not be able to change the fact that Parkland's power had been dispersed.

In order to ensure the safety of Masters and the others, as well as in order to make old Brent obey him obediently. They had taken another measure, which was to take Hein and Johansson away. Heinz was the most important son of old Brent, and now that Sauron was dead, he was almost the legal heir to Old Brent's estate. As for Johansson, although his family status was not as high as that of his uncle, he was still the only one in the line of descent.

He represented the future and hope of the family, and was also someone old Brent could not give up on.

Old Brent had not expected to be able to use these two important people as hostages against Parkland with a casual tap of his finger. He had also considered the matter of the hostages and was prepared to send out the useless Jester. To his surprise, Zero knew the Parkland family so well. In fact, this information had been provided by Masters.

But no matter what, old Brent could not save the situation. Thus, under his helpless gaze, he could only helplessly watch as the two cars drove off the Parkland territory along the highway. Two off-road vehicles, naturally they were none other than Masters and a few others. In the back seat of Masters' car sat Heinz, who had an unwilling look on his face, and Johansson, who was curled up and trembling.

The SUV followed the road in the Blue Ridge Mountains to the south. When it was about thirty kilometers away from Parkland, it suddenly turned west and drove into the bumpy wilderness. After another half an hour, the two cars stopped at an abandoned electric tower.

"Let's bid farewell here. As for Parkland, I'll be troubling you." Zero said lightly.

Masters smiled and said, "You trust me that much? Don't you worry that I'll be rich? "

After thinking for a moment, Zero said, "You wouldn't be that stupid, right?"

After a moment of silence, Zero smiled, and Masters was almost out of breath. He pointed to himself and said, "Of course, I'm not stupid enough to erase the power of a big chaeker. After all, you know too many things about me. If you want revenge, there are too many things that you can choose from, no? "

"So, it's better to be friends than to be enemies." Zero added.

"Yes, that's it." Masters patted Zero on the shoulder and whispered, "Let me give you a little more courtesy."

The moment his voice fell, two gunshots rang out. Bewildered, he looked toward Masters's car. In the back seat, one of Masters's assistants was putting away his gun. As for Hei Yin and Johansson, they had both been shot in the head and died!

"Why did you do that?" Su Ming's gaze turned cold as he said in a deep voice.

"Relax, my friend." "I know you keep your promises, but you have to understand that in this dog-shit era, there are some promises that will only lead you to the wrong conclusion."

"Like them?"

"Like them!" Masters confirmed, "Keep these two, and you'll leave yourself too many variables. It had been nearly forty years since Parkland's establishment, and their relationship was far from as simple as it seemed. It was like the root of a tree, with its roots twisted around it. Last night, we only caught them by surprise, and once they react, neither you nor I will know how many invisible enemies we have. "

Masters lit a cigarette for himself, then looked at his assistant, who was carrying the two men down, and said, "If you keep these two by your side, they will be the best spies for those invisible enemies. Friend, I don't think you want to be killed by them one day. Therefore, it was best to eliminate this uncertainty as soon as possible. As for the Parkland tycoons asking about the two of them, I will handle it, so rest assured that you can do something else. "

In fact, Masters was right. But if he really wanted to be like Masters, killing two harmless lives for the sake of the theoretical crisis was something he couldn't do. Zero is not a merciful person. When necessary, he can use cruel means to shock the enemy. However, he was still unable to reach Masters' level.

At the same time, he did not think that Masters was cruel, cruel, but only in this era.

"Never mind, my friend." Masters gave him a thumbs-up and said, "Everything is for profit."

After saying this sentence, which had the characteristics of the age, Masters waved goodbye to Zero and walked back to his car. Zero went back to the car, and without a word, let Maple start the car and drive him back into the wilderness to Asgard.