The library was very quiet.

In the vast space, the only sound was the faint hissing of boiling water.

There was also the sound of Qingxuan, the old Taoist priest, breathing heavily.

Despite being mentally prepared, Lin Dong's words still startled the old Taoist priest.

He could tell that Lin Dong was not lying, and he had no doubt about the final conclusion of the disaster.

Lin Dong is an extraordinary person, an extraordinary person that even Qingxuan cannot see through.

The various deeds of this young man could fill a thick book.

Lin Dong's abilities far exceed the logical framework of this world, so it's reasonable for him to be able to predict what's about to happen.

"Mr. Lin, are you sure?"

Qingxuan painfully raised her head, looking at Lin Dong with longing eyes, still clinging to a sliver of hope.

The old Taoist priest was also Chinese. He grew up in Indonesia and was chosen by the abbot of the Sanqing Temple when he was 8 years old, thus joining the ranks of Taoist priests.

His parents both died in a catastrophe 32 years ago, a bloody tragedy that claimed the lives of hundreds of thousands of Chinese...

Whenever irreconcilable conflicts arise within Indonesia, the country uses the wealthy Chinese community as a scapegoat.

The descendants of Yan and Huang living on this land can never escape the tricks of fate.

"Is there really... no way to avoid it?"

Lin Dong shook his head: "The wheels of history are hard to change easily, because behind every major event, there is a driving force."

"What's meant to happen will happen; this is just the beginning..."

Qingxuan lowered her head dejectedly and murmured, "I hope not too many people die this time."

"You're wrong, Daoist Master. This time, even more people will die," Lin Dong said coldly.

"Mr. Lin, what... what are you saying?" Qingxuan's lips trembled.

"However, this time it's not the Chinese who will die, but those thugs!" Lin Dong added.

Qingxuan's face was filled with shock, her chest heaved, and her breathing became even heavier.

He instantly understood what Lin Dong meant, and knew that he was absolutely capable of doing so.

When someone capable of turning Europe and several of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council upside down gets angry, what wouldn't they do?

Indonesia, this semi-civilized archipelago nation, has nothing to offer besides a larger population and more islands.

If the Dragon Gang gets involved, this country's fate will be dire...

Lin Dong's eyes shot out two icy killing intents.

Qingxuan shivered.

Lin Dong is about to unleash a bloodbath!

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The two chatted for another hour in the library before Lin Dong finally said goodbye and left.

Despite some worry and apprehension about the impending horrific man-made disaster, Qingxuan was finally able to let go of her anxieties.

The Five Elements Breaking Formation Pearl was still in his possession.

According to Lin Dong, these beads cannot prevent the financial crisis from occurring, but they can be used to achieve unexpected success at crucial moments.

Lin Dong also fully informed the old Taoist priest about the specific timing of its use.

When it's his turn to act, he will closely coordinate with Lin Dong's counterattack.

In addition, Lin Dong obtained two useful pieces of information from the old Taoist priest:

First, Huang Daowen, the founder of the Liangyou Assassin Organization, mysteriously disappeared three months ago.

His private estate in the southern suburbs of Jakarta is now deserted; even the crocodiles in the pool have disappeared.

It seems he's hiding, or perhaps lurking in the shadows, plotting a sinister move.

Secondly, the Ephemeral Flower Society, which had been very high-profile in Indonesia in the past two years, has gone into hiding after the Dragon Gang made a strong entry into Jakarta and wiped out several provocative gangs.

The organization's whereabouts are even more mysterious.

To this day, it remains unclear who the leader of the Ephemeral Flower Society is.

Furthermore, what is its purpose in colluding with the Good Friends Assassin Organization and hiding in Indonesia?

After listening to Master Qingxuan's account, Lin Dong sneered disdainfully.

What great things can these bedbugs, who only dare to hide in the gutter, accomplish?

Their greatest skill is to suddenly jump out and shit on your head when you let your guard down.

It's definitely disgusting, but it doesn't pose a threat.

Once they show their faces, just kill them all!

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Lin Dong returned to Longyin Nightclub from Sanqing Temple at 1 p.m.

It was past noon, and Lin Dong's stomach started rumbling.

Qingxuan, that old Taoist priest, is incredibly stingy; he won't even treat himself to a vegetarian meal.

Forget it, the food at the Taoist temple is so bland anyway, I can't get used to it.

The mundane world right now is still the best.

Lin Dong looked up and glanced at the sign above his head.

The five large, purplish-red characters of "Dragon's Roar Nightclub" gleamed in the sunlight.

Even before opening time, the nightclub's doors were already open.

More than 300 young men and women lined up in two rows in the open space in front of the gate, with the two long lines stretching all the way to the side of the street.

The men stood in a row, the women in a line, and every face was filled with eager anticipation.

Lin Dong had heard Ren Feifei mention that the afternoon of the 12th of each month was the fixed recruitment day for Longyin Nightclub.

We are recruiting: hostesses, bartenders, waiters/waitresses, chefs, and cleaners.

Longyin Nightclub is famous, but the people who work there also earn high incomes.

Even disregarding the considerable salary and benefits, the tips one receives each night working in this top-tier den of iniquity could probably equal an average person's monthly salary.

Therefore, every month, Longyin ranks employees based on their overall performance in each position and implements a bottom-ranking elimination system.

Those who consistently rank at the top get promoted and receive a raise, while those who rank at the bottom leave immediately after receiving their monthly salary.

The system is cruel and demanding, but that doesn't stop the high income.

If you're lucky enough to be selected for the job, even just one month there could be equivalent to several years' worth of fodder and feed for cattle and horses elsewhere.

Why not give it a shot when such a great opportunity is available?

......

Lin Dong stood on the street, casually glancing at the crowd of people queuing up for jobs. He was about to walk towards the main entrance.

Huh?

Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to spot a familiar figure.

This person was squeezed at the front of the line of male applicants; there was only one person ahead of him before it was his turn.

A clean white short-sleeved shirt and black trousers.

He had a refined and calm face, was somewhat thin, and wore black-rimmed glasses.

This man was completely ordinary-looking; he would have been completely unremarkable even if you threw him into a crowd...

Lin Dong was taken aback and stopped his legs from moving.

What a coincidence, how could it be him?

After thinking it over carefully, I felt relieved.

Lin Dong suddenly became interested and decided to wait and see what this man would do next.

Could he really be here to apply for a job?

How long has it been? How did you end up in such a destitute state?