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#7Chapter 6: Fury? It's Landon, not Nick
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The Landon Family was also a significant power in Gotham City, owning several companies and controlling a certain essential commodity, placing them in Gotham City's upper echelon of society.
Landon Fury, as the current head of the Landon Family, was an even more renowned philanthropist.
This led more and more commoners to believe that Landon Fury was a selfless philanthropist who had made numerous contributions to Gotham City.
These were precisely what he wanted, and what he deliberately presented himself as; in Gotham's high society, everyone needed a face different from their true one to conceal their real selves and inner thoughts.
For example, no one knew that Landon Fury was not only the president of Landon Company but also a hidden channel for selling arms to various gangs and even involved in human trafficking.
Coincidentally, Wang Ya had just learned about this famous philanthropist, Landon Fury, through a special method!
Although his name contained the characters 'Fury,' which reminded Wang Ya of the one-eyed black man far away in New York City, these two were not on the same level, and the pressure they exerted on Wang Ya was entirely different.
Just like now, Wang Ya was leisurely and comfortably cutting a piece of beef and putting it into his mouth.
In the splendid and elegant hall, a long dining table was laden with many dishes, but there were only two people eating there, sitting opposite each other, at the head and foot of the table.
On either side were butlers and waiters waiting, and of course, rows of firearms pointed at Wang Ya.
"Respected Mr. Fury, I think we should discuss the main business now!"
Wang Ya elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin; this was a treatment he couldn't enjoy in Bru District, and of course, this treatment came at a price, but Wang Ya hadn't forgotten the purpose of his visit to Landon Fury.
Landon Fury stared at this unknown Asian kid, who claimed to be a member of the SCP Foundation, an unheard-of technology company, and was prepared to sell him a cutting-edge product. Although he had already concluded it was a scam, his magnanimous nature allowed this Asian kid to finish his meal before going to hell.
What a pity! Although his harem still lacked an Asian, compared to being deceived, he chose to simply kill this Asian!
Just as Landon Fury was about to clap his hands and order them to shoot this guy, he noticed the Asian opposite him calmly stand up and elegantly bow to him.
"Respected Mr. Landon Fury, I suggest you must take a look at our Foundation's product; it will definitely satisfy you!"
Wang Ya said with deep meaning!
Landon Fury's face immediately turned cold, and he clapped his hands!
Bang bang bang!
A hail of bullets flew towards Wang Ya; a good seven or eight people were attacking Wang Ya with handguns.
However, the result greatly surprised them!
Because Wang Ya was completely unharmed; to be precise, not a single bullet hit Wang Ya, which was simply impossible.
Landon Fury's pupils constricted, and he could no longer remain calm; the scene before him seemed somewhat extraordinary!
Wang Ya patted the suit he had worked so hard to save money for, dusted it off, and said to Landon Fury with a smile.
"Mr. Fury, now we can have a good talk, can't we!"
"Asian, what did you do!"
Landon Fury said with an extremely displeased expression.
"I didn't do anything! Just a little bit of luck!"
Wang Ya chuckled.
"Luck! I don't believe you always have such good luck!"
The squad firing nearby was probably Landon Fury's guard team; their white leader sneered and rushed towards Wang Ya.
He held a folding dagger, intending to stab it directly into Wang Ya's stomach, but as if by coincidence, he accidentally stepped on something and stumbled, falling flat on his face in front of Wang Ya!
"Sir! I don't think I'm worthy of such a grand gesture from you!"
These words filled the white man with immense shame and anger; he couldn't believe he had stumbled at such a moment, it was too embarrassing, especially in front of Mr. Fury. Intense murderous intent prompted the white man to suddenly tackle Wang Ya, intending to forcefully plunge the dagger down.
Crack!
The white man's waist seemed to dislocate and jam due to the excessive force, causing the dagger to drop forcefully and also miss its target, plunging directly into his own chest!
Pfft!
The white man, spitting blood from his mouth, collapsed and died gloriously.
"Oh dear! Mr. Landon Fury, this is entirely not my fault. Your subordinate should perhaps practice more; he actually twisted his waist, leading to suicide. This is truly an incredibly sad event!!"
While saying 'sad,' Wang Ya's face was full of smiles!
Landon Fury's back gradually became drenched in cold sweat; this Asian was too bizarre. How could this be? Why did such methods resemble those of witches in fictional stories?
Wang Ya, carrying the goods for this trip in a backpack, walked towards Landon Fury.
"Protect the Patriarch!"
The members of the guard team fired again, but without exception, not a single shot hit Wang Ya; at most, they only hit near Wang Ya's feet.
One white bodyguard, perhaps truly enraged and shamed, pulled out a Desert Eagle from his waist, directly blocked Wang Ya's path, pointed the gun at his head, and his eyes were incredibly cold.
"Damn Asian brat, die for me!"
Everyone watched this scene expectantly, thinking there was no way he could miss now, but the development of events was completely different from what they had imagined. Instead of Wang Ya's head being blown off, the Desert Eagle jammed!
Yes, that's right, a probability of a few thousandths actually happened just now; the Desert Eagle jammed!
The white man furiously kept pulling the trigger, but it kept jamming, and no bullets were fired.
Everyone present looked at Wang Ya as if he were a monster; a probability of a few thousandths had occurred several times in a row, which was simply impossible, yet it had truly happened.
The white man kept firing, and the cold sweat on his face grew, but after Wang Ya had already walked past him, the Desert Eagle finally fired a shot, shattering the wall.
But Wang Ya was no longer in front of him; an absurd idea appeared in everyone's minds: this mysterious Asian was a terrifying wizard who had used some witchcraft to cause the firearms to malfunction.
"Devil! You are a devil!"
The white man completely despaired and broke down, kneeling on the ground; his impression of Wang Ya was now etched in his mind, and it was one of immense fear.
But no one laughed at him, because Wang Ya's actions had already terrified everyone.
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