The two kissed passionately within the rather cramped space. They seemed to have forgotten they were at the company, forgotten everything as they immersed themselves in the wonderful kiss. Gradually, Lin Kuang’s hands grew restless and began to rub against Lin Guo’er’s smooth back.
"You naughty boy, not here. Come find me tonight, and I’ll keep you company."
With a charming giggle, Lin Guo’er pushed Lin Kuang away and turned to leave the restroom.
Lin Kuang couldn’t help but shrug. This woman... Should I really pay her a visit tonight? he mused.
Just then, the phone in his pocket buzzed. It was a text from Zhang Lianmei with a phone number.
Seeing this, Lin Kuang relieved himself, then dialed the number. A moment later, the call connected.
"Hello, this is Chen Feng," a rather deep voice said from the other end.
"Hello, Chen Feng. This is Lin Kuang," he replied with a laugh. "I imagine you know who I am, right?"
Hearing this, Chen Feng, who was sitting in his office, shuddered so violently he almost dropped his phone. "Y-You... Hello, Mr. King of the Underworld. Hello, sir."
Chen Feng hardly dared to breathe, his voice filled with the utmost respect.
Lin Kuang chuckled. "So, you do know me."
"Ahem, you’re too kind, Mr. King of the Underworld," Chen Feng said hurriedly. "You are the famous King of the Underworld of Europe. Is there anyone who doesn’t know your name? You are an especially important figure to us at Wumi Building."
Chen Feng didn’t dare put on any airs in front of Lin Kuang. This was the King of the Underworld—the renowned ruler of the underground world! Who would dare to act pretentiously before him? That would be courting death!
"Hm, you’re being too polite. I’m just a small fry. Unlike Wumi Building with its massive enterprise, it should be quite easy for you to investigate me, right?" Lin Kuang said pointedly.
"No, no, not at all, Mr. King of the Underworld! Please don’t jest with me. You and the others are Wumi Building’s most cherished friends. We would never disclose your information to anyone. Please be absolutely assured of this!" Chen Feng spoke quickly, his tone extremely deferential. He knew exactly what Lin Kuang was implying—the matter concerning Chu Zhongtian’s request.
Chu Zhongtian had offered Wumi Building ten million to investigate Lin Kuang, a job Chen Feng had accepted. However, upon discovering Lin Kuang’s true identity, Chen Feng had turned pale with fright.
Wumi Building would never sell Lin Kuang’s file—not for ten million, not even for a hundred million or more!
Although Wumi Building’s headquarters was in Europe, it was founded by people from the East. The organization was most wary of—or rather, there were six people they absolutely did not dare to offend, nor did they wish to. Lin Kuang was one of them.
The King of the Underworld’s wrath leaves a trail of corpses a hundred paces long! This saying was well known among every notable power and family in Europe.
And though Wumi Building was a massive enterprise, they wouldn’t dare offend such a lone wolf. If one of these individuals were to show up at their headquarters one day, the consequences would be unimaginable. Furthermore, Lin Kuang had the backing of Yanjing, another colossal power that Wumi Building did its best to avoid provoking.
"Good. As long as you understand, I don’t need to say anything more, do I?" Lin Kuang said with a smile, hearing Chen Feng’s reply.
"Yes, yes, I understand! Rest assured, Mr. King of the Underworld, I know what to do," Chen Feng guaranteed. "We at Wumi Building will absolutely not reveal the slightest detail about you. As for me, I would take the information to my grave before I said a word."
"Alright then, Mr. Chen. I’ll leave this in your hands. That’s all for now. We should get dinner sometime," Lin Kuang said with a chuckle.
"N-No, that’s not necessary! If you need anything at all, Mr. King of the Underworld, please just call me directly," Chen Feng stammered, feeling both flattered and terrified.
"Alright, goodbye for now."
With that, Lin Kuang hung up and left the restroom.
On the other end of the line, Chen Feng only let out a heavy sigh of relief after he heard the call disconnect. He then realized the hand gripping his phone was soaked with sweat. His back was drenched as well, all from a simple phone call with Lin Kuang, the King of the Underworld.
Had they met in person, Chen Feng likely would have been in an even more pathetic state.