At this moment, there were only seven people sitting in the room.
On the sofa that belonged to Qin Wenwu, an ashtray was placed, with a cigarette half-burnt inserted into it.
The seven people in the room exuded a powerful aura.
One had flaming hair, spewing heat like a Fire Dragon.
Another had eyes as deep as the ocean, and with a wave of his hand, the air was filled with dense Water Spiritual Qi.
There was also one who remained as still as a mountain, indestructible like a great peak.
However, if anyone from Dragon Country were here, they would be surprised.
Although these people had a strong aura, they did not possess the energy force of the Ancient Clans.
Among the seven, only the elderly man sitting in the center had no discernible aura; he seemed like a harmless half-dead old man.
Yet he did not speak, and even someone as arrogant as Zhe Hanxin did not dare to speak freely.
Qin Wenwu was the founder of the Golden Mountain Sect and its strongest member, but that did not mean the sect lacked other experts.
The Golden Mountain Sect, established over a hundred years ago, had spread its influence across several continents, forming its own system of promotion.
In these hundred years, the capable ascended, and the incapable were weeded out.
Those who entered this office had fought in thousands of battles and all were desperate people who had struggled to survive.
The old man silently looked at everyone, then pointed to the box on the table.
"What’s in here?"
"Some fools who thought that without Qin Wenwu, the Golden Mountain Sect could be easily manipulated. Since they wanted to die, I merely granted their wish," Zhe Hanxin said with a faint smile as he opened the box.
Inside the box was a human head, its expression extremely shocked, eyes wide open in terror as if trying to say something.
A distinctive scar ran through his left eye, with a gemstone embedded in the eye socket.
Such a distinctive mark caused the faces of the people present to change slightly.
Jack with the Gemstone Eye, the number 17 assassin of the Assassin Association.
Before this, people only knew he had a prosthetic eye with a gemstone, but no one knew his exact appearance.
Now, silently looking at his face, the crowd gleaned many things, but it was pointless to speak.
The old man nodded and then waved his hand.
"Throw this thing in the trash for harmless disposal," the old man said lightly.
A subordinate stepped forward and took the box outside.
"Angsa Country is misbehaving again," the old man said leisurely.
"Jack with the Gemstone Eye is from Angsa Island Country, but he’s just a minor issue. Qin Wenwu’s death left many things unarranged. The North American Continent is the most critical place," he said.
Everyone exchanged glances, noticing the heaviness on each other’s faces.
Angsa rose to power two hundred years ago, scavenging and colonizing the world through global companies.
But they were just a small island country; despite two hundred years of chaos, they quickly faded from the historical stage.
Now, Angsa Country is merely a nominally significant pawn.
Jack with the Gemstone Eye’s assassination attempts were more a test than anything else.
"Qin Wenwu can’t really be dead, can he?" asked a woman sitting at the back of the conference room, dressed in snow-white clothes.
She had exposed skin emitting faint frost, full lips, and eyes brimming with allure.
Zhe Hanxin glanced at her and couldn’t help but lick his lips.
This woman, named Zhe Hanxin, was in charge of the Southeast Asia region.
As the only woman among the eight leaders of the Golden Mountain Sect, she was known outwardly as the "Old Witch," despite her stunning beauty.
Zhe Hanxin became famous in the last century. In the mid-20th century, the world changed unpredictably.
In that era, many heroes were ruined by a single misstep, losing everything.
Zhe Hanxin, however, used her charm like a courtesan, subduing many famous people. Many who tried to possess her were turned to ashes by her with a mere flick.
Legend has it that she could spit flames, causing earth-shattering disasters.
No one knew if the legend was true because anyone facing her would be completely annihilated.
"He’s dead, very much dead," Charlie Chan said coldly.
"Tsk tsk, a thousand-year-old powerhouse dead just like that. I can’t even imagine how strong the person who killed him must be," the woman said playfully, her tone filled with schadenfreude but not much surprise.
"You Dragon Country people think your lineage spans thousands of years, but as for Secret Techniques, apart from living longer, you aren’t much stronger than us.
In the Superpower Realm, we seek a single radiant life. A hundred years is enough to catch up to your so-called thousand-year powerhouses. If Qin Wenwu wasn’t the founder, he would’ve lost his place here long ago," said a man shrouded in a Black Robe.
Sitting in the room, his figure was nearly two meters tall, potentially almost three meters if he stood up.
With his naturally strong body, reinforced with metal, he looked like a raging dinosaur.
"Raging Dragon Rock Paul, Australia’s head," Zhe Hanxin mused, watching him with a slight smile.
It was said his superpower came from a volcanic eruption and exposure to toxic steel gas, making even anti-material weapons ineffective against him.
Someone once tried to kill him, deploying a team of over a hundred armed men, firing hundreds of thousands of bullets, only to be ripped apart effortlessly by him.
"This person may be strong, but he’s a typical brute, not worth arguing with," Zhe Hanxin thought and then said:
"Qin Wenwu is already dead. He can’t hear you or refute. But the one who killed him is said to be just a student, only twenty years old."
Zhe Hanxin looked at Charlie Chan as he spoke.
Charlie Chan didn’t respond, but his silence was an admission.
The faces of everyone present changed drastically.
Even though Zhe Hanxin already knew, Charlie Chan’s confirmation still left him momentarily dazed.
A mere student.
When he was twenty, he was probably entangled with some celebrity lover.
Among them, only the old man remained silent.
"A hundred years ago, Qin Wenwu was once defeated by someone who was hailed as the best in the world, but that person was already forty by then."
"Could the intel be wrong?"
"I was one of the witnesses. Lin Beichen’s power is beyond your comprehension. I can’t even describe his strength. Relating it to your Superpower Realm, he might possess the God Gene."
Charlie Chan said coldly, eyes fixed on them.
The world is vast, with legacies everywhere.
Dragon Country has its ancient lineage, while abroad, there are Superpowers, Holy Halls, even Magic legacies.
Each civilization has its own concept of the strong.
The God Gene is akin to the so-called Immortal.
So, when Charlie Chan mentioned those words, the room instantly froze, everyone staring in shock.
"Impossible! The God Gene is just a concept; no one has ever truly possessed it!"
The people exclaimed.
Zhe Hanxin cast a meaningful look at Charlie Chan.
Once frivolous, known as a wastrel, after gaining superpowers, he showed rare talent, dubbed the one most likely to catch up to Qin Wenwu in a century.
Privately, many said he had a chance to reach the God Gene.
But now at thirty, after being told he had a chance for five years, he remained stagnant.
And now, a Dragon Country youngster, barely over twenty, had already grasped the God Gene?
Impossible!
"Doubting me is pointless. His displayed power is as such; even if it’s not the God Gene, it’s something close," Charlie Chan said coldly, eyeing everyone, a hint of pleasure flickering.
With Qin Wenwu dead, his lineage faced awkward circumstances.
Despite breaking through the Death Gate, Charlie Chan lacked the experience to stand against the present superpower elites here.