Hmm? No road ahead?" Huang Wen looked at the small rooms around him. At the end of the path was another door, and he didn't see any other routes.
However, just then, the door at the end of the path suddenly opened, and two people walked out. Huang Wen saw from a distance that it was still brightly lit inside. There really was another floor here, and it was accessed by swiping a card.
Huang Wen stepped aside. The tuxedo's invisibility function wasn't just visual; even thermal sensors couldn't detect Huang Wen's presence.
But invisibility had a crucial problem: the body still existed. Huang Wen wasn't air or in another dimension.
Of course, there was also the issue of footsteps, but as a martial artist, Huang Wen was capable of controlling his footsteps to that extent.
Huang Wen fumbled to the door, extended the tuxedo, and swiped it across the screen next to the lock. Instantly, the screen displayed the words "Unlock Successful."
This lowest level of lock technology was simply not on the same level as the tuxedo.
Huang Wen walked into the next floor, as if entering an office building. Around him were busy people, seemingly calculating the month's earnings for the Goryeon gang, and then the performance of each gang member, whether there were instances of tardiness or early departures, and so on... Speaking of which, the Goryeon gang's management style was quite capitalist. He just didn't know how the Goryeon gang clocked in, whether tardiness or early departure would deduct full attendance, and whether they were considered full-time or part-time.
Huang Wen walked through the office area as if no one else was there. There weren't many people here, and at a glance, none of them seemed to be important figures. However, Huang Wen faintly heard a very faint sound coming from ahead—that was the direction of the conference room.
Huang Wen moved closer. The conference room door was tightly shut. Even with Huang Wen's superhuman hearing, he could only barely make out whispers about where Benson went, whether Sergeant Ives from last time had been dealt with, and whose men to send to clean up the aftermath.
"Sergeant Ives? That should be the sergeant Benson mentioned who was protecting them, right?" Huang Wen nodded knowingly, a cold sneer playing on his lips as he muttered to himself, "They even mentioned me. What a coincidence!"
"So, this must be the high-ranking members of the Goryeon gang, right? Since they already know about Benson's disappearance, they'll definitely investigate. It wouldn't be good to tip them off, so I'll act now!"
Having made up his mind, Huang Wen directly opened the conference room door, then deactivated the tuxedo's invisibility mode, and walked in openly, locking the conference room door from the inside.
Fortunately, the conference room hadn't been locked earlier, otherwise Huang Wen would have had to kick the door in.
"Hmm? Who are you? We didn't call you in, what are you doing here?" Goryeon, the big brother of the Goryeon gang, who was sitting at the head of the table, listened to his subordinates arguing, and suddenly saw Huang Wen enter. He couldn't help but be stunned, "Since when did we have someone so disrespectful in our Goryeon gang?"
"Are all the high-ranking members of the Goryeon gang here?" Huang Wen scanned the dozen or so people in the room. Since it was a meeting, there were no thugs present, only a man who didn't look particularly strong standing behind Goryeon, likely a personal bodyguard.
"Hmm? You're not one of us, from the Goryeon gang?" Goryeon looked at Huang Wen with some surprise, then chuckled, "Kid, you've got a lot of guts, daring to trespass into the heart of our Goryeon gang!"
"Indeed, all the high-ranking members of my Goryeon gang are here. Tell me, who sent you, and who is your target?"
"My target, of course, is everyone present," Huang Wen grinned, "Today, none of you here will escape!"
"Arrogant!" The Goryeon gang members all simultaneously pulled out their pistols, their dark muzzles aimed at Huang Wen, each of them smiling sinisterly. "Kid, I really don't know who sent a greenhorn like you,
But, since you're looking for death, don't blame us!"
"Wait…" At this moment, a man frowned, looking at Huang Wen with some hesitation, "He seems to be the son of that Chinese man Benson couldn't deal with. I didn't expect him to find his way here!"
"So it's you! The kid who wanted to investigate the killer!" Goryeon's lips curled into a sneer. "What a coincidence, we were just about to figure out a way to kill you and pin it on your father's killer. I didn't expect you to deliver yourself to our doorstep…"
"Chinese kung fu? It's nothing special! If Chinese kung fu were really powerful, your father wouldn't have died by our guns!"
"Kid, you're here for revenge, right?" A scar-faced man stood up, smiling sinisterly at Huang Wen, then slowly walked towards Huang Wen, his gun aimed at Huang Wen's body. He didn't believe Huang Wen would dare to move at this point, so he mocked him, saying.
"It was I who shot your father dead. That's why I got this position here. Speaking of which, your family is my lucky star!"
With a "bang!", it wasn't the sound of a gun, but Huang Wen suddenly throwing a punch, hitting the scar-faced man hard in the chest. Huang Wen held nothing back in this punch; the scar-faced man's chest was directly deformed, his broken ribs piercing his lungs and heart. He splattered blood all over the table, flew backward, and slammed heavily against the wall.
"Shoot!" Goryeon, who had dodged and wasn't hit by the scar-faced man, glanced at the scar-faced man who had been instantly killed, his pupils suddenly constricted, and he subconsciously shouted.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Gunshots erupted continuously, but Huang Wen showed no intention of retreating or dodging. After he gave the command, the tuxedo's collar flipped up, blocking all the bullets.
At this moment, the tuxedo was truly comparable to a lightweight armor, and even surpassed lightweight armor in terms of bulletproofing.
"Bang!" Huang Wen threw a punch, directly killing one of the Goryeon gang's higher-ups, then, without losing momentum, continued to walk forward.
Soon, the Goryeon gang's pistol ammunition ran out. Although they carried guns, it was impossible for them to have ample ammunition; they were there for a meeting, not a war.
The remaining high-ranking members of the Goryeon gang dropped their pistols and all ran to Goryeon's side, looking at Huang Wen in terror.
"What kind of technology is this?" Goryeon looked at Huang Wen's restored tuxedo with some astonishment. "How can a mere piece of clothing be so powerful?"
Goryeon couldn't understand how such a powerful tuxedo could fall into the hands of a Chinese man from Chinatown. Shouldn't it be high-tech for the rich and famous in high society to protect their lives? And why had he never heard of such a tuxedo before?