Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

In the most mysterious intelligence organization center in the country.

Inside a secret base center, the surroundings are filled with high-tech projection screens and busy staff.

Located on the top floor in an office, several men in suits were seated, with aromatic coffee steaming hot on the table. Several high-ranking FBI officials sat around a round conference table made entirely of metal. The table automatically emitted a dome-like Qi Shield that encompassed the group within. This Qi Shield defense system was so robust that even the blast of a nearby bomb couldn't penetrate the barrier, and it also had a soundproofing effect.

"Alright, let's begin the meeting," said a middle-aged man seated at the head of the table, putting down his coffee and placing his palm on a sensor on the table. Several semi-transparent screens rose from the table, displaying the faces of several Huaxia people.

This middle-aged man was none other than Reilo, the current Baked Leader of the FBI. Born in Nevada, graduated from the Harvard Finance Management Department. With his extraordinary talents, he climbed to the position of Baked Leader in the FBI, a legendary figure in the police system of the country.

Reilo looked at the screen and said, "This man is Tang Rulong, the current Dragon Head of the Tang Sect. He also has a brother, Tang Ruhu. However, ten years ago, we used some tactics to cause a split within the Tang Sect, weakening their influence overseas."

"Baked Leader Reilo, I heard that there has been some unpleasantness between the Tang Sect and the Mafia," one man said. "I arranged surveillance on the Tang Sect, and Tang Rulong and his group have already set off for Las Vegas. I think they are going to negotiate with the Mafia."

"I don't care how they want to fight, but they better not make too much of a mess, or else I will definitely make them suffer," Reilo snorted coldly.

"Are there any movements from other powers?" Reilo continued.

The voluptuous woman sitting next to Reilo flipped her wavy curls and said, "Yesterday, we discovered that Baol from the Mafia's Jon family had suddenly disappeared. His subordinate, Francis, has taken over his position, which doesn't seem to have caused any infighting within the Mafia."

"Oh? Is this Francis the superpower user cultivated by the Mafia?" Reilo's forefinger tapped gently on the table, his face displaying a peculiar smile.

"Baked Leader, there's another matter I would like to report," a man sitting opposite said.

Reilo nodded.

The man took out a photo and placed it on the table, immediately a transparent screen rose from the table, showing a photo of two men and a woman standing at the entrance of the Tang Family's house.

"Baked Leader, I discovered that Tang Yitong from the Tang Family seems to know a Huaxia person, and this person seems very strange," the man who took out the photo said, furrowing his brows.

Reilo picked up his coffee and said, "Oh, what's strange about him, dear Boris? Is he a superpower user, or maybe a magic master, martial artist, or Rainforest Warrior from Huaxia?"

"Our detectors didn't find any energy fluctuations on him, so we don't know his identity yet."

"We don't need to worry then. I have a golf game with friends this afternoon. Keep a close watch on the Mafia and Tang Sect's movements. As long as they don't stir up too much trouble, let them fight it out," Reilo picked up his coffee, took a sip, and spoke slowly.

...

Las Vegas, a globally renowned city of entertainment and gambling, where if you have money, you can satisfy any desire.

Although known for travel, vacations, and entertainment, its most famous feature is still the casinos, having developed a complete and enormous gambling system.

Many billionaires turned into vagrants here, and undoubtedly, some have become millionaires with just a few US dollars, creating awe-inspiring stories. Overall, it's a city full of charm, attracting tens of millions of tourists each year.

At the entrance of Ao Ye International Five-star Hotel, several luxurious sedans came to a halt, and immediately a group of men dressed in black suits and pants stood outside the cars, looking solemnly left and right before stepping down from the vehicles, followed by a few men and women.

"Mr. Zhu, please come inside," Tang Ruhu said respectfully.

These individuals were high-ranking members of the Tang Sect, and several elders escorted Mr. Zhu into the hotel like they were holding the moon in their hands.

Tang Rulong sighed deeply and followed the crowd into the hotel.

From another Mercedes, Lin Mo, Tang Yitong, Norman, and others alighted, and seeing this scene, Tang Yitong pouted and said discontentedly, "Hmph, treating that Mr. Zhu like he's some kind of Immortal, yet they don't recognize the true god right before their eyes."

"Lin Mo, I'm sorry," Tang Yitong said to Lin Mo, looking somewhat apologetic.

After spending a few days together, Tang Yitong had grown much closer to Lin Mo and no longer addressed him as Mr. Lin, but rather by his first name.

"It doesn't matter," said Lin Mo, walking indifferently into the hotel.

This trip to Las Vegas was for the Tang Sect and the Mafia to prepare for a decisive battle here, since in modern society, it was impossible to have hundreds of people brawl in the streets without incurring the wrath of the state and military.

Thus, the Tang Sect and the Mafia planned to each send one person to duel, and the loser would voluntarily cede their territory.

The entire first floor of the Ao Ye International Hotel had been leased by the Tang Sect. Lin Mo did not care about the attitude of the Tang Sect's people towards him; his aim was clear—he just wanted the Energy Crystal.

"Mr. Zhu, I have arranged a presidential suite for you, and the entire floor has been booked, so no one will disturb your rest," Tang Ruhu said obsequiously nearby.

Mr. Zhu nodded and walked into the elevator, surrounded by stars like the moon.

As for Lin Mo, the people from the Tang Sect really didn't take him seriously. To everyone, this guy was just a joke. If it weren't for Tang Yitong's insistence on having Lin Mo accompany them, they probably would not have brought him along.

Meanwhile, in the hotel lobby, two women sitting and resting suddenly saw so many people entering through the door, each of them exuding an extraordinary aura and putting on quite a display, they couldn't help but show a look of curiosity.

Both girls were Huaxia people, and though they wore loose coats, they couldn't conceal their graceful figures; both were top-notch beauties.

"Why is he here?" one of the girls, who had shoulder-length hair and exquisite makeup, showed a look of surprise on her face.

The woman's companion asked in surprise, "Xinhe, is that your friend?"

"Sort of."

These two women were indeed Su Xinhe and her classmate from Harvard University, also a close friend, Wu Yuexin, both equally bright and beautiful.

"Are you talking about that young man?" Wu Yuexin looked curiously at Su Xinhe, who was renowned at Harvard for her brilliance. Even in a place teeming with talent like Harvard, no young man had caught her interest. Being a girl herself, she could sensitively detect something unusual in Su Xinhe's gaze.

"Hey, what exactly is your relationship with him?" Wu Yuexin's eyes flickered mischievously, and then suddenly covering her mouth, she said, "He wouldn't happen to be a boy you used to like, would he?"