Chapter 904: Give Me Twenty Percent, and I’ll Agree

The attendant brought Wang Yun to the door and stopped there.

Inwardly, he was still wavering. Should he take the man straight in? Or should he wait until the bosses were done talking first?

Before he could make up his mind, Wang Yun stepped forward, knocked once on the door, and, without waiting for anyone inside to respond, pushed it open and walked in.

Knocking had already been the greatest courtesy he was willing to show these people.

A pack of parasites feeding on ordinary people’s blood.

The men inside, who had been deep in lively conversation, were all startled by Wang Yun’s abrupt entrance.

One after another, they turned to look at him, their expressions uncertain.

Wang Yun, meanwhile, was looking them over as well.

A single sweep told him there were six people in the room. And he was almost certain he had seen every one of them on television before. All of them were legal representatives and leading figures at the head of major industries.

No wonder Blood Banquet had remained so rampant for so long, no matter how hard it was investigated.

If all of these men were arrested, Mu City’s economy would take a direct hit.

Together, they practically controlled every aspect of daily life in Mu City—food, clothing, housing, transport, and more.

Perfectly calm, Wang Yun walked over to an empty seat and sat down.

The attendant behind him started forward, intending to stop him, but a handsome middle-aged man seated at the head of the table raised a hand and stopped him.

With a small gesture, he signaled for the attendant to leave.

The attendant looked first at the handsome middle-aged man, then at Wang Yun, and only then withdrew with obvious reluctance.

Before leaving, he even remembered to close the door behind him.

Now that there was no one extra left in the room, the middle-aged man began with a brief introduction.

“My name is Curt Rupert. You can just call me Uncle Curt. You’ve probably seen me before. I’m the chairman of the Mu City Chamber of Commerce, and at the same time, the highest-ranking decision-maker of Blood Banquet.”

After introducing himself, the handsome middle-aged man went around the table to his right, introducing the others one by one.

“This is Toran, chairman of the Restaurant Association. This is Nora, chairwoman of the City Fashion Association.”

…

Each of them was the head of a chamber or trade association in his or her own field.

Once he had finished introducing everyone at the table, the man called Curt let out a small sigh and continued, “I’m sorry, Brother Wang Yun. The one who went to fetch you just now was my son. He was rude to you. I apologize on his behalf.”

Curt assumed he had already offered Wang Yun enough of a way out.

All the other man had to do was say, It’s fine, and the matter could be set aside.

But what he had not expected was that Wang Yun would simply sit there, quietly studying the six people around the table.

Under his gaze, they exchanged uneasy looks.

Usually, they were the ones applying pressure to others.

Who would have thought that this time, a group of seasoned old hands like them would be shaken by the presence of a single young man?

Seeing Wang Yun’s attitude, Curt understood at once.

Today was not going to be an easy conversation.

He frowned and thought it over for a moment, then decided that with a person like this, it would be better to be direct.

The six of them exchanged another glance, and Curt spoke again.

Looking at Wang Yun, he forced a cordial smile onto his face.

“Brother Wang Yun, I imagine you can already guess why we invited you here. We all watched your match last night. We’d like to ask you to fight for us.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Curt saw that Wang Yun seemed about to speak, so he hurriedly cut in.

“Brother Wang Yun, don’t rush. Hear me out first. If you agree to fight for us, we’ll give you six percent of Blood Banquet’s shares. Every year, you’ll receive part of the dividends.”

As he spoke, he took up a document that had already been prepared at his side.

They had spent the entire morning discussing that document before finally settling on it at noon.

As for his son, he had volunteered to put on an attendant’s uniform and test Wang Yun himself.

Curt placed the document in front of Wang Yun.

“If you have any other requests, you may state them as well.”

Wang Yun was certain now. The senior leadership of Blood Banquet was indeed the group sitting right in front of him. So he pretended to think, rubbing the ring on his left hand with the fingers of his right.

Without anyone noticing, he sent the signal.

Seeing Wang Yun apparently considering the offer, Curt smiled.

As long as the man had not refused outright the moment he entered, there was still room to work with.

“Is there anything Brother Wang Yun is unhappy with? Or anything else you want? Say it openly. We can discuss it.”

Wang Yun continued his show of thinking, though in truth, what he was really considering was how long it would take Officer Samson and the others to reach this room. Deliberately dragging out the conversation, he looked at Curt, who still wore that smiling face, and asked as though genuinely puzzled,

“Why is my share only six percent? Doesn’t that seem a little low?”

Curt looked as if to say, I knew you’d ask that. Smiling, he replied, “Then tell me, Brother Wang Yun, how much do you want?”

Wang Yun considered it.

He needed to name a figure large enough to hurt them, but not so outrageous that they would reject it on the spot.

So after a moment, he said, “Give me twenty percent, and I’ll agree.”

Curt frowned at once. His tone lost the friendliness it had carried a moment before.

“Brother Wang Yun, don’t you think your appetite is a little too large?”

Wang Yun shook his head and answered with easy indifference,

“If Mr. Curt thinks twenty percent is too much to pay for a fighter as useful as me, then feel free to look elsewhere.”