The Silver King's martial arts were the strongest among them.
But his weaknesses were also the most pronounced.
In terms of wisdom and vision, he was entirely on a different plane from Fyren.
Even in combat, a hundred Fyrens couldn't defeat him; yet when it came to manipulating people, a thousand men couldn't keep up with Fyren's scheming.
The Silver King differed from the Iron King and the Copper King.
Whenever he went on a mission, he always wore a tailored suit and carried himself with charming poise.
He insisted on staying in luxury hotels and renting high-end business cars.
He dined on Western cuisine, read English newspapers, sipped coffee, savored red wine, and flirted with foreign women.
In short, this man was a master at enjoying life, doing everything in his power to pretend he wasn't a hitman for the Mighty Syndicate, but a social elite instead.
After only three sentences with Fyren, he'd already seen through this man's true nature.
The Silver King was the type who never voiced it, but longed desperately for urban life.
Deep down, he disliked serving the Mighty Syndicate.
But once he joined the organization, there was no escape—he could only keep moving forward.
Finally, as the Silver King, he achieved financial freedom. So whenever possible, he'd pose as a city dweller, drowning himself in the trappings of urban life.
He watched real urban elites with endless envy.
They didn't have to fight or kneel.
They talked about market trends and recent stock prices.
They debated financial outlooks or discussed project funding. They attended banquets or mingled at high-profile events.
He'd once sneaked into several upper-class gatherings.
Each time, he'd lurk alone in a corner, watching those well-dressed, genuine business elites chatting and exchanging introductions.
Occasionally, if someone shook his hand and asked about his work, he'd grow intensely nervous, lying that he researched biotechnology—projects involving human tissue extraction and biological end-of-life care.
In truth, he was a killer.
People didn't understand his vague explanations, politely excused themselves, and he'd breathe a sigh of relief, only to feel a pang of emptiness.
Over the years, to maintain his elite facade, he'd barely saved any of his earnings.
The Mighty Syndicate's operational funds were meager and tight.
Five-star hotels weren't reimbursed, and meals over 200 yuan came out of his own pocket.
Damn it! Didn't a bottle of good wine cost more than 200 yuan?
Now, he had no way out anyway. His demands were just slogans to uphold his status.
The subtext was clear: I'm angry! I want to kill you, so you'd better pay me! Otherwise, I'll really snap!
And the money couldn't be less than what those two got. His status demanded it!
Fyren listened to him ramble—all the rest was nonsense. Once he grasped the man's ultimate demand, he smiled.
It's just money. I don't have much else, but I have plenty of that.
Conquering the Silver King had been easier than he'd expected. He knew that even without needing the Copper King and Iron King, he could have handled them alone with just a few words.
Fyren walked over with a smile and helped him up. "In my business world, we don't kneel. From now on, you don't have to. It's the same for me with the Iron King and Copper King, and now for you."
"Yes, Fyren. You're truly like Quan Shu and Simonton—striding across both banks of the Yellow River, smashing the six courts of Shandong with wealth..."
"Alright, alright." Fyren put an arm around his shoulder. "You and your brother can take a break for now. Go lie low. I have a yacht at the port; spend a few days there. If you need anything, contact Chloe—she'll cover all your expenses." He added, "When you join Dasheng Group, I'll appoint you as vice president."
The Silver King was so stunned he burst into tears. Was this a dream? Him, becoming vice president? This was better than all those so-called elites he'd ever envied! From now on... he could live like this!
Trembling with excitement, the Silver King was comforted by Fyren's smile. "Look at you—so emotional. I'm counting on you for big things in the future. How can you get so worked up over this?"
"Fyren, you're just like my father!"
"Ah, okay." Fyren leaned closer. "There's a party on the yacht tonight. I'll ask friends to bring some beautiful ladies. Have a good time."
"Thank you, Fyren!" The Silver King wiped his tears. "To show my sincerity, I can persuade my sworn elder brother to join us!"
"Your sworn elder brother?" The Copper King interjected, "He means the Gold King."
Fyren smiled. "No rush. Let's take it slow."
The Silver King felt his proposal was dismissed, feeling slightly disappointed. "Fyren, my brother and I are sworn brothers. He'll definitely—"
"Silver."
"Yes, Fyren."
"You're getting ahead of yourself. Don't be hasty. Calm down. The Gold King can wait. Right now, the entire Mighty Syndicate is probably hunting the three of you. Stay low, enjoy yourself, and don't rush into anything."
"Fyren, you've been too good to me!"
"I'm generous to my brothers and always spend on them. Second, I'm loyal. You've been loyal to me, and I won't let you down."
Xena examined Elton Leng as Eliza stood by. "How is he?"
"Not optimistic," Xena replied. "On the surface, it looks like poisoning, but there's no toxic trace in his body. It's more like mental trauma, but from yesterday's behavior, except for wanting to sell shares and stay with Sabrina, everything else seemed normal."
Eliza frowned. "Wanting to jump off a building is normal?"
"He did it for love. Maybe when Sabrina jumped, he was driven by some twisted sense of love."
Eliza tried to stay calm. "Xena, I know we aren't real friends. Because of Fyren, we haven't liked each other much. But this is my father. I'm desperate about his condition and hope you can help me. I truly need your help."
Seeing Eliza like this, Xena felt her earlier words had been too harsh. She looked embarrassed. "His condition isn't a physical illness—it's more like a mental break. I've heard of mountain tribes using dark sorcery to control minds. Not sure if this is similar. I was too blunt just now. Forgive me."
Eliza gave a rueful smile. "Rivals in love always get defensive. I get it, especially for women like us..." She stuffed her hands in her pockets and forced a grin. "I've never wanted to lose to anyone."
Xena nodded. "I can't be sure, but Fyren didn't seem surprised by this. Maybe he knows something."
Eliza nodded. So much had happened today—her mind was reeling, her perspective nowhere near as composed as Xena's. At Xena's reminder, she suddenly remembered.
Just as Eliza reached for her phone, Fyren walked in. "Sorry, got held up. How's your father?"
Seeing Fyren now, Eliza felt an odd sense of calm. This man had saved her time and again. Not only had he foiled Otto and Hakan's plot, secured Qingfeng Group, and helped her become Crystalpeak City's first female chairwoman...
"Fyren, Xena thinks my father was hit with dark sorcery—something medicine can't fix."
Fyren nodded. "Dark sorcery. Sabrina's doing."
Both women started. "What kind of sorcery?"
"Basically, she has extreme control over men. Makes them obsessed, turns them obedient. Worst case, they lose all free will, only follow her orders."
The girls gaped. "That serious?!" Xena blurted, suddenly envious. "Couldn't she just take anything she wants?"
Fyren shook his head. "Women who use this spell are cursed. Well, not exactly cursed, but... imagine every man on earth coming at your beck and call, mindless puppets. Would you still find men interesting? You'd see them all as brainless toys. She looks powerful, but it's a miserable life."
Eliza brushed that off. "What about my father?"
Fyren smiled. "He never cared about you. Why start now? Let him sleep it off—he'll be fine."
"You're talking nonsense!"
"Hey, just kidding."
Fyren tilted her chin. "But I honestly don't know how to fix this. I don't know much about Sabrina either."
Eliza narrowed her eyes. "Hakan! Could Hakan have fallen under her spell too?"
Xena chimed in: "Sabrina hit on you too. Didn't you feel tempted?"
Eliza warned: "Fyren, don't fall for her tricks! We can't lose our edge."
Xena scoffed: "He'd probably love to fall for it. Can't you see? Under that facade, he's more calculating than anyone—especially around pretty women."
Eliza pressed: "Do you like Sabrina?"
Fyren snapped: "Shut up! Since when do I need permission to speak here?" He sighed. "I don't have all the details, but that woman has something with her eyes. Men get hooked when she looks at them. Oh, and the scent—she can release pheromones to cloud minds. It's seriously potent."
"Then my dad is beyond help?"
"Not necessarily. His condition is worse than Hakan's, but I think he'll snap out of it eventually."
"Think?"
"I can only guess! Do you want me to march up to Cora and ask? I might end up under her spell again..."
Both women stared at him. "What happened?"
"Long story—she tried to control me, but I dodged it."
Eliza: "Really dodged it?"
Xena: "No slip-ups?"
Eliza: "Did you make a move?"
Xena: "How could you dodge? Wouldn't you have approached her?"
Eliza: "Did... anything happen?"
Xena: "Is that why you're giving me the cold shoulder?"
Fyren glared at them. "You two must have rocks in your heads!"
Seeing Fyren truly riled, Xena grabbed his shirt cuff. "Just teasing. Look, you're all worked up again."
Eliza held back a laugh. "I need to go to the company. Want a ride?"
Xena cut in: "We should visit Grandpa Chen. He's been asking about Fyren lately."
Fyren thought of Chen Qiushou and hesitated. "Do I have to?"
Xena raised an eyebrow. "Don't think I don't know your game. You want to show up late to meet your first love, right?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Cora's on a business trip in Europe. Her flight lands tonight. You mean you didn't know?"
Fyren stiffened, then blurted: "Let's go now!"
Xena frowned. "Why?"
"Go now, and we can skip tonight. No need to see Cora."