Chapter 11: Take Over And Become The Black Eight Club President
In front of the bar, the three people who were still discussing suddenly stood up, staring dead at the falling corpse.
The corpse landed squarely on its back, revealing that ashen face.
“President!”
The three people’s pupils contracted, their faces changed instantly, and they quickly looked up toward the second floor.
There, on the second floor, a young man was looking at them with a half-smile.
“You want me to drink with you?”
The young man’s teasing voice came from the second floor.
The three swallowed their saliva, the woman feeling extremely panicked inside.
“President, you, you killed him?”
The young man with colorful hair stammered as he asked.
“What do you think?” Lin Qian leaned on the barrier, looking at the three below.
Three ghost controllers, two of whom had fierce ghosts about to revive, which was just a matter of the last two months.
And that woman was a bit better, her fierce ghost revival not so fast.
The young man’s expression kept changing, but he didn’t speak.
“You, you’re here for revenge?” The man in casual clothes had flickering eyes as he asked.
Lin Qian shook his head, “No, I’m here to be your next president.”
“From today on, I am the president of the Black Eight Club.”
“You can choose to leave, but you should be prepared to die as soon as you walk out that door.”
Hearing this, the three people’s faces changed repeatedly.
At this moment, Wu Xun finally arrived at the second floor barrier.
He looked at Lin Qian leaning on the barrier, swallowed his saliva, his eyes filled with wariness and unease.
Lin Qian turned his head, glanced at Wu Xun, and didn’t pay too much attention.
“Of course, you can also choose to stay. Whatever your president could give you, I can give too, not only give, but give even more.”
Taking over a ghost controller organization is very simple.
Kill the other boss, become the boss yourself, and everything stays the same.
No need to change the operating model.
In a ghost controller organization, the boss is always the strongest one in charge.
The boss’s existence is to back them up.
Now their president is dead, but replacing him with a stronger person as president, isn’t that better?
The three downstairs had racing thoughts, exchanged glances with each other, and each had their own answer in mind.
“I’ll stay.” ×3
The three knew very clearly one thing: the president was dead, deader than dead.
A dead president would bring them no benefits.
But a living president, a stronger president than before, could let them live better!
So they didn’t hesitate at all to choose to stay.
Moreover, they had no other choice.
The best choice was already laid out in front of them.
Three not-so-smart people, but they made the right choice.
Lin Qian looked at Wu Xun, “Although you’ve already stated your position, I still have to ask again: what is your choice.”
Wu Xun quickly spoke: “From today on, you are our president. Whatever you say, we’ll do!”
Lin Qian nodded, simple and crude.
They’re all ghost controllers, no need for fancy tricks: if you can beat them, do it; if not, you’re dead.
Simple and straightforward.
“Clean up the corpse.”
Lin Qian casually instructed the three below, then looked at Wu Xun.
“Do you know the club’s situation?”
“Like who the partners are, who the superiors are, what the businesses are, who the shipment channels are, how much do you know about these?”
Wu Xun shook his head upon hearing this, “I don’t know these, but someone does.”
“Wang Zelong’s secretary is in charge of the entire club operations, she definitely knows these.”
Lin Qian nodded, “Go, find that secretary for me.”
Wu Xun quickly nodded in agreement, “I’ll go find that secretary right away.”
“Hurry up, my patience isn’t much.”
After saying that, he patted Wu Xun’s shoulder, left a meaningful smile, and walked straight to the room where he killed the man.
Wu Xun swallowed his saliva, feeling chills down his spine. He didn’t dare delay and quickly went downstairs and left the villa.
The three ghost controllers watched Wu Xun leave, then tremblingly and cautiously carried the former president’s corpse out of the villa and disposed of it.
In the room.
Lin Qian sat in the boss chair, legs crossed.
“The lower the terror level of the ghost, the easier it is to control it to crash.”
Lin Qian recalled the scene of him previously controlling the fierce ghost.
Now he had a crashed fierce ghost on him.
In theory, he could use supernatural without restrictions.
But don’t forget, he had another ghost on him that wasn’t in a crashed state.
This meant one thing.
Using the supernatural of that crashed fierce ghost would definitely stimulate the revival of the ghost performer mask.
So he still had to consider carefully when using the fierce ghost’s supernatural.
“Is it that lower terror level makes it easier to crash, or that my strength makes the probability higher to control fierce ghosts with lower terror level than me to crash?”
Lin Qian crossed his hands over his abdomen, thinking about this.
“Looks like I need to experiment.”
He sensed his current supernatural; fully releasing it still couldn’t completely change the environment.
It would only make the environment extremely dark and items a bit aged.
Still a long way from supernatural influencing and changing reality.
According to the original work’s evaluation of fierce ghosts, most with ghost domain are A-level fierce ghosts.
Ghost domain can influence reality.
From terror level, his two fierce ghosts combined might be B-level danger level.
But from harm level, he was absolutely A-level.
Mysterious revival, terror level and harm level are two ratings; though the levels are the same, they are two different concepts.
For example, a ghost whose killing pattern is to kill upon making a sound, and has ghost domain.
Such a ghost is definitely at A-level fierce ghost level, but what if its terror level is very low?
Then you’d use the other rating.
These two ratings are easy to distinguish: harm level is rated by killing pattern and harm to ordinary people.
Terror level is rated by harm to ghost controllers or fierce ghosts.
They seem hard to distinguish, but are actually easy to separate.
“Estimated to live six months.”
Lin Qian looked at the ceiling; controlling one ghost to form suppression balance can live six months, but if controlling a few more ghosts to completely suppress fierce ghost revival, then he basically wouldn’t have to worry about fierce ghost revival.
“Ghosts, this thing, now it seems like they really are a scarce resource.”
Lin Qian muttered to himself.
For the current period, ghosts are very scarce.
Every country is short on ghosts.
Of course, this is just now; later there won’t be a shortage, instead they’ll complain there are too many fierce ghosts.
“Need to collect fierce ghosts.”
Now that he took over the Black Eight Club, once that secretary comes and hands over the club’s connections, he’ll have thoroughly secured the position of Black Eight Club president.
Among them, the most important is the force behind the Black Eight Club.
Once that’s settled, the rest will be easy.
Speaking of which, what is Yang Jian doing now?
Lin Qian suddenly thought of this.
