Chapter 1239 - 1215: I Don't Want to Make a Deal with You!

The Five Great Families are the ones controlling things from behind the Freemasonry, and the Freemasonry basically influences every class in the United States. Since they also have no conflicts of interest, the fall of any one family will weaken the Freemasonry as a whole.

"I've already sent people out to recruit top fighters, and the organization's other elites have all been dispatched as well," the Morgan Clan's patriarch, Balrog, said quickly.

"The Freemasonry has mobilized basically everything it can. The United States military has already put him at the very top of their blacklist," another person said.

"Good. Just hold on a bit longer. At the latest, by tomorrow, our people will be there."

Hill also spoke.

Right at that moment, Benedict saw on the surveillance feed that all the hidden weapons and mechanisms had been destroyed by Ren Feng alone. The other party was still unhurriedly walking in his direction.

Benedict's forehead was covered in cold sweat. "By tomorrow at the latest? He's about to get here right now!"

"Calm down! Didn't you say he can't break through the last barrier of your base?" Rodney said. "Just stay in there and keep quiet. He won't necessarily find out you're inside."

Benedict nodded, but he felt something absurd in his heart, because Ren Feng's earlier behavior made it seem like he clearly knew Benedict was here.

Benedict stopped talking. At this point, begging the others was useless; distant water can't put out a nearby fire, and the deadliest part was that Ren Feng was about to arrive.

He stared nervously at the surveillance monitor, his breathing seemingly growing much heavier. A bizarre silence filled the room.

It was only a moment before he saw Ren Feng standing outside his door. Ren Feng looked at the tightly closed door and didn't move, but then, all of a sudden, he lifted his head and saw the camera hidden in the dark.

Benedict jumped in fright. On the screen, Ren Feng was calmly looking straight at him, and then he saw the other man slam a fist forward and destroy the camera on the spot.

Panic flashed across Benedict's face. He had spent his whole life running the Gambino Clan, long since cultivating the composure of a man in power who does not panic in a crisis. But today, facing Ren Feng, any cultivated aura was useless.

He could feel that deep down, he had already lost his nerve.

The other patriarchs of the Five Great Families watched the connected video in silence, each of them inwardly ill at ease.

"I've actually been to the Gambino Clan's final secret base once. If I'm not mistaken, this room is forged from the star meteorites that even the Realm of Gods envies."

Balrog drew a breath, eyes fixed tightly on the screen. Benedict's camera just happened to be aimed right at the door behind him.

Lawrence stared solemnly at the feed as well. He wanted to see whether Ren Feng could actually break through that door.

Just then, a boom sounded outside the door. The massive muffled impact made Lawrence and the others' eardrums ache, let alone Benedict's.

Benedict clutched his ears and stared fixedly at the door, only to see a huge bulging fist mark already imprinted on it.

Looking at that fist mark, Benedict felt his heart skip a beat. The other four clan patriarchs were the same, their eyes locked on that door.

This room is made from star meteorites—there's no way he can open it!

Benedict roared inwardly, and the next second, Ren Feng slammed his fist into the door again!

Bang!

The deafening thud made Benedict's eardrums feel like they were about to explode. Lawrence and the others frowned, but even as they did, Ren Feng's third punch crashed into the door!

Bang!

The door was directly blasted apart and toppled toward the floor.

Clack!

When it hit the ground, there was a crisp sound, sending up a cloud of dust. Ren Feng stepped onto it and walked into the room, that beam of light still floating beside him.

It's over.

Lawrence and the others felt their hearts sinking lower and lower. They had never imagined that even this door couldn't withstand three punches from Ren Feng!

It was simply terrifying.

When Benedict saw Ren Feng enter, his mind went blank. His heart had already sunk to the bottom of the sea, but he still forced himself to maintain a calm expression.

Ren Feng glanced at him, then quickly noticed the others on the computer screen.

"Listen, I think we can talk," Benedict said. "You know I'm the patriarch of the Gambino Clan. Any request you make, I can basically meet."

"I don't have any requests."

Ren Feng walked toward him, voice flat.

A glint of cold light flashed in Benedict's eyes. Under the table behind him, his hand quietly pressed a button.

"No, everyone has desires. Whatever your desire is, I can satisfy it,"

Benedict said.

Lawrence and the others were also watching Ren Feng, each with a different expression.

Just as Benedict was about to say more, Ren Feng grabbed him by the collar and slammed him hard against the table.

With a clang, the over-sixty-year-old Benedict was pinned firmly in front of the screen, his face flushing red.

Lawrence and the others watched this scene with darkened expressions.

"Long time no see, Lawrence."

Ren Feng looked at the four clan patriarchs on the screens.

Lawrence let out a cold snort and said nothing.

Ren Feng's gaze swept over the other three.

"We've met before as well. Back in San Francisco, I saw you once,"

Ren Feng said calmly. "At that time, I killed Qingdaofu right in front of you. Even then, I was already thinking that if I ever had the chance, I'd slaughter each and every one of you."

Ren Feng's words were icy to the extreme, and Benedict's heart turned half to ice. He still tried to struggle, but it was useless, as if an invisible hand was pinning him down. At that moment, a stabbing pain shot through his head.

Ren Feng was forcibly searching his memories!

"Now, it's time to fulfill that promise." Releasing his grip, Ren Feng said evenly, "I'll kill this so-called patriarch of the Gambino Clan right in front of you."

"I'll cut off his head to quell my fury for revenge."

"No!" Benedict screamed shrilly. The man who had been so calm a moment ago now looked nearly deranged. "If you kill me, you'll die too!"

Benedict shouted, "I've activated the base's self-destruct system. If you kill me, you'll be blown to pieces here as well! Only I know the code, only I know how to stop it. You can't kill me!"

Benedict had originally thought this move would force Ren Feng to obey, but to his surprise, Ren Feng's expression remained as calm as ever.

With a wave of his hand, the Heaven-Slaying Sword was already in his grip, its blade gleaming with a cold light that left Benedict stunned for a moment.

"No!"

He was still roaring, and Lawrence and the others also felt their hearts jolt.

"Stop!"

Balrog spoke. "There's nothing in this world that can't be resolved by a deal. If you're willing, we're prepared to make a deal with you."

"But I don't want to make a deal with you."

Ren Feng said coldly, and the Heaven-Slaying Sword slashed straight down toward Benedict's head!