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The hidden cameras and electric grids in the dark corners couldn't stop Wang Longhu at all. With just a few leaps, he easily stepped on the outer wall as if it were flat ground and reached the second floor.

At this moment, two security guards in black shirts were standing on the second-floor balcony smoking. When they saw Wang Longhu suddenly land on the balcony, they were momentarily dumbfounded, unable to understand where this person came from.

Bang.

Wang Longhu swung his palm, knocking one of them unconscious on the spot, while suddenly reaching out to pinch the other one's throat, leaving him unable to make any sound.

Xiaoyue Palace covers a large area, and the number of armed security personnel is unknown. Even if Wang Longhu charged in, he couldn't withstand firearms with just his body, so he had to identify the target before taking action.

Applying a bit of Dark Force, the security guard with his neck squeezed by Wang Longhu felt such pain that his face turned red, his eyes bloodshot, and his expression twisted in agony.

When the Dark Force enters a person's body, it feels as if an electric current is coursing through your meridians, stabbing your muscles and blood vessels. This kind of pain is ten times more severe than having surgery without anesthesia, simply unbearable for an ordinary person.

If it weren't for Wang Longhu controlling this guy and preventing him from making a sound, he would have already screamed and attracted nearby security.

After a few minutes, Wang Longhu slightly loosened his grip and asked via a translation pen, "Is Tan Yuejin here?"

"Master Tan, Master Tan is in the private room…" the guard stammered in a fearful voice.

Compared to Tan Yuejin's ruthless methods, the pain caused by Wang Longhu's Dark Force was far too intense, leaving him unable to not answer Wang Longhu's questions.

"Which private room?"

"The biggest one on the top floor, you can go find it yourself. If Master Tan finds out I leaked information, my whole family won't survive in Zhiming City," the guard said with a miserable expression.

Bang.

Wang Longhu slapped him unconscious, then walked into the room, opened the door, and entered the interior of Xiaoyue Palace.

Don't be fooled by the typical Oriental architectural style of Xiaoyue Palace's exterior; inside, it exudes a strong modern artistic vibe, with Japanese ukiyo-e spring pictures, stone sculptures of Western women without clothes, and various erotic stars' photos.

The impact of it all genuinely brimmed with an aura of sensuality.

Wang Longhu glanced around for a moment and swiftly headed toward the stairwell.

"Sir."

Just as Wang Longhu was about to enter the stairwell, a suspicious shout suddenly came from behind.

Wang Longhu stopped and calmly turned his head to look.

He saw two men with distinctly Southeast Asian features walking over, their eyes suspiciously fixated on Wang Longhu as they asked, "Sir, may I know which hall you're from?"

Noticing how they discreetly reached for something behind their waists, Wang Longhu immediately struck one of them on the ears with both hands, forcefully clapping his palms over his ears.

He deliberately wore black sunglasses and a black mask to avoid revealing his appearance, making it clear to anyone that he wasn't there as a guest at Xiaoyue Palace.

Being spotted by the security guards was within reason.

This situation was something Wang Longhu had anticipated; it just happened to occur earlier.

"You!"

The other guy pulled out a walkie-talkie to call for help, but Wang Longhu immediately slapped him, swiftly knocking him out.

"I need to pick up the pace," Wang Longhu murmured to himself as he glanced at the two men on the ground. He then quickly dashed into the stairwell, accelerating to his top speed and heading for the top floor.

With Wang Longhu's stride, he could skip a dozen steps at once, taking only one or two seconds per floor. At this speed, reaching the top floor would take only about a minute.

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Xiaoyue Palace, top floor.

In the open-air swimming pool, a group of men and women wearing scanty clothing were frolicking in the water, reveling in extreme luxury.

By the poolside, a group of long-legged beauties held cocktails, laughing as they soaked their legs in the pool. Aged men were nestled beneath them, tirelessly fondling, as beauties fed them sliced fruits, utterly indulgent.

"Master Tan, about that matter I mentioned last time, have you given it any thought? This venture is truly profitable; several big players in Myanmar are raking it in, each owning a private jet,"

a fat man with just a few strands of hair left atop his head held a blonde foreigner, casually playing as he laughingly asked a well-built black-haired man next to him, who was smoking a cigar.

This black-haired man had a bronze, muscular build, well-maintained, appearing to be in his early forties—clearly a successful and refined millionaire.

He was none other than one of the founders of the Four Poison Hall, Tan Yuejin.

"The business you're talking about can't be done in Vietnam. Vietnam is a red state; we can't run such chaos here," Tan Yuejin took a drag from his cigar, looking vexed.

Cyberfraud, online gambling, organ trading—these are Myanmar's label impressions and incredibly lucrative dark businesses.

The Four Poison Hall has been operating underground businesses in Vietnam for many years, but the more sinister endeavors still have explicit prohibitions from above.

Even though Tan Yuejin has a strong desire to make money, he dares not go against the higher-ups' directives, lest he ends up eating bullets.

"I didn't plan this thoroughly, but after some thought, although we can't do it in Vietnam, we can do it in neighboring countries like Myanmar, Cambodia, and India. Those are great places," the fat man grinned cruelly.

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