Chapter 1731 - 892: 100,000-Alarms Urgent

Boom!!!

A fierce flame light erupted from the afternoon sea surface, rolling flames spread across the sea, viscous fuel element flowed with the waves, and the fire leaped and surged between the fragments of iron and bones.

The distant sun, gradually sinking, seemed to be tainted with a layer of blood-colored dusk.

In the distance, an alarm sounded. Twelve minutes later, when the rescue boat arrived at the scene, only the stench of seawater remained beneath the extinguished flames.

Three minutes later, Ling Shuo received the news: Just two hours ago, a client who had made a large advance payment, ready for a big venture, died directly outside the Seven Cities Sea Area…

Not even a body was left behind.

Faced with such skillful silencing methods, the whole family is probably already on their way.

Ling Shuo's expression faintly revealed a hint of gloom.

Something's not right.

Among the Thousand Islands, life and death were commonplace. At this critical juncture, it was even more so; countless people kept dying without surprise.

Yet the place of death was the only anomaly…

As if provoking, choosing a location so close to the Seven Cities Sea Area to act, it was as if they killed outside the gates of Luo Island.

"Should we investigate?" The subordinate hesitated for a moment, softly inquiring.

"Haven't we already investigated?"

Ling Shuo glanced at him coldly: "Doing it so cleanly, further investigation won't yield anything. If they truly want trouble, how could there be no precautions?

Notify the Seven Cities Defense, expand the patrol area, and remain vigilant."

"Yes."

The subordinate took his leave.

After closing the door, Ling Shuo's face completely fell. Before he could think further, he heard the phone ring.

"Hello?"

He listened to the report on the other end, and after a moment of silence, he slowly said, "I understand, then just follow the rules. If they keep pestering, let their boss come talk to me."

The call ended.

Another bad news.

An order signed just yesterday was canceled by the employer.

This was the second cancellation request received today, and this time, the other party seemed dissatisfied with their loss and even demanded a refund of the deposit from the Seven Cities Wasteland Collection.

In just a few short hours, so many troubles continually arose, causing Ling Shuo's eyelids to twitch relentlessly, instinctively sensing a portent of something wrong.

Is someone crashing the market?

Could there be another dealer in the West Sea daring to compete with the Seven Cities? No way, how can your tenfold increased purchasing price compare with the Coast's cost price?

Or…

He unhesitatingly picked up the phone, dialing it and asking on the other end: "Any movements on the Gray Port line?"

"Huh? No news received." The subordinate on the other end recalled carefully: "Today's report said everything is normal."

"..."

Ling Shuo was silent for a moment, then gently laughed: "Alright."

After hanging up the phone, he pressed the bell on the table, and soon Elder Chu slowly emerged from the shadows, "What are your orders, President?"

"Go check the Gray Port line; something has gone wrong," Ling Shuo commanded, "Investigate those in charge thoroughly, they may have either taken the old dog's money or have already been compromised."

"Understood."

Elder Chu turned and disappeared into the shadows.

Ling Shuo pondered for a moment, then picked up the phone again, and as soon as it was connected, he let out a hearty laugh: "Brother Ao Gao? Ah, long time no see, just checking in! How's everything? Haha, that's good..."

The empty small talk seemed endless, five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes.

Their chatter ranged from weather to health, from business to children, like old friends, talking about everything until Ao Gao on the other end sighed helplessly: "Brother, I'm still working outside... if you have something to say, just ask directly, no need for all this probing. Is Meng Sang causing trouble again?"

"It's nothing to do with Meng Sang."

Ling Shuo said, "Brother, you know the style of the Seven Cities, we wouldn't use a foolish kid to coerce you. Just that, given our long association and happy cooperation, do you have anything you want to say to me?"

"..."

In the long silence, Ao Gao sighed helplessly: "Alright, I heard, just heard… no concrete news."

"No worries, please elaborate."

Footsteps and the sound of a door closing were heard on the other end; after a brief silence, Ao Gao candidly said: "Around noon, some news leaked from Sea Abyss Corner, saying a batch of Federation goods arrived, a large scale, and the price is ridiculously cheap, with some fierce items. Currently, the branch there is negotiating quietly with various places."

Upon hearing this, Ling Shuo raised his eyebrows: "Wasn't Shiye invited?"

Ao Gao paused for a moment, candidly saying: "President Ling, rest assured, at least Shiye has credibility. Since they took your goods and agreed to your terms, they will follow through."

"No need to explain, business is business, I understand." Ling Shuo softly laughed, "I appreciate you giving me this info."

After hanging up the phone, his face turned completely gloomy.

Damn it…

Old bastard, it's really you!

Others might not know, but how could Ling Shuo not know that Gray Port and Sea Abyss Corner seem unrelated, but the connection in the shadows is far tighter than anyone thinks.

When he was still playing the godson and goddaughter role, he personally led people to exchange goods with the opposite side on a Deserted Reef.

Even though the other side was disguised, the smell of chili and the sauce stains on the shoe leather were enough to make him suspicious…