Chapter 780 The Luo Brothers

• “Tomorrow—what exact time does Luo Jingguang and Yvonne Sand’s engagement ceremony start?” Eric Goodwell didn’t bother with small talk. He cut straight to it. “Four thirty-five in the afternoon. That’s when it officially begins.” Jodie Logan answered without missing a beat. “Got it. I’m aware.” Eric’s gaze drifted to the floor-to-ceiling window, eyes deep and unreadable. Whatever he was thinking, he kept it to himself. Jodie was curious—who wouldn’t be?—but she knew better than to poke the bear. She slipped out of the villa on quiet feet and pulled the door shut behind her. “Luo Jingguang. Ding Qidong. A drug cartel.” “Heh…” “Looks like this is getting more and more interesting.” Eric chuckled, his lips tilting into a cold, sharp line. “If you want to play big, I’ll play with you—properly this time.” … Hongshun Yulong Bay sat only fifteen to twenty-two miles from Eric’s place at Crystal Lake Golf Villas. Inside, Luo Jingguang was seated at a long table, excitement and smug satisfaction written all over his face. Every time he pictured his goddess, Yvonne Sand—who had haunted his dreams for years—about to become his fiancée tomorrow, heat rushed through him for no good reason. Across from him sat two middle-aged men with similar features. Both watched him with warm, congratulatory smiles. “Little brother, you finally got what you wanted. Your second brother and I poured a lot of money into Yvonne’s mom’s trading company these past weeks to make this happen.” “Otherwise, with your future in-laws’ personalities, they’d never hand over their precious daughter so easily.” Hearing that, Luo Jingguang grinned, rose a bit, and cupped his hands like a man paying respects. “I owe you both for this.” “Thanks to you, a wish I’ve held for years is finally coming true.” In Ciderbrook’s business circle, nobody knew how Zhou Shufang’s trading company suddenly ran into trouble. Even Zhou Shufang herself couldn’t figure out why. She would never have guessed Luo Jingguang had been pushing from the shadows—and that his two brothers had planned the whole thing behind the scenes. For Hengtai Group—a giant that called the shots across Veginia and even Skaonia—making some small-time trading firm snap a cash chain was child’s play. A flick of a finger. Easy. “Little brother, you’re still too soft. No decisive edge.” “If Eric Goodwell is the thorn in our side, then we take his woman. Rob her if we have to.” “Only by taking Yvonne can we wash this bitter taste out of our mouths.” “If your second brother and I hadn’t struck Zhou Shufang’s company at the critical moment, who knows how long you’d still be dithering before getting Yvonne done and dusted.” The older man had a square, intimidating face, but his brows carried a mean streak—petty and narrow, nothing grand about him. The way he moved and spoke oozed scheming and deceit. “Big brother’s right.” Luo Jingguang took it on the chin without protest. Compared to the man in front of him, he knew he lacked the guts to go all the way. “Hope I’m not interrupting your little family gathering.” Luo was about to gush more flattery when a cold voice drifted in from the side. The warmth in the room died in an instant. All three turned. Two men in ink-black robes stood shoulder to shoulder. From features to build, they were identical—down to their sharp, triangular eyes. “The Split-and-Seal Elders? Them?” The Luo brothers blanched and quickly bowed, all respectful terror. One wore a seven-foot blue-steel sword at his waist; the other carried a treasured blade across his back—one to split, one to seal. Together, they were the Split-and-Seal Elders. Just standing there, they filled the hall with slicing sword aura. Blades hadn’t even left their sheaths, but the pressure crushed the air from the brothers’ lungs. Deep sword-gouges and knife-scars spidered across the long table as if carved by invisible steel. The three brothers were shaking, but they didn’t dare speak. “In the Organization, the two Earth-ranked killers, Muyun Rain and Black Shroud, are both dead. It wasn’t your doing—but you three run the Veginia sector. Today, you owe the Split-and-Seal Elders a damn good explanation.” “Otherwise…” The black-robed elder’s eyes went wide. Sword intent flared like a storm, enough to chill the liver and crack the gall. In the elder’s cold gaze, Luo Qianyuan, Luo Haizheng, and Luo Jingguang were ants—nothing more. If not for the need to track how Muyun Rain and Black Shroud died, the three of them would already be headless on the floor, dead beyond dead.