NOVEL NEXT Chapter 320: Superpower Master
In the snowy mountains of the North American Continent, there lies a mansion, which serves as the overseas base of the Golden Mountain Sect.
A luxurious customized version of the Knight XV, weighing at least nine tons, was parked on the road in front of the mansion.
This luxurious bulletproof car, initially priced at over 16 million, with customized versions reaching up to 30 million, is limited to just 30 units worldwide.
Among the numerous luxury brands, it is little known but extremely eye-catching. Any car next to it looks exceptionally small.
This bulletproof car is on par with a small tank.
The car door opened, and a white-haired young man with eyebrow piercings stepped out, a frivolous smile on his face but with eyes simmering with thunder, as if suppressing an extreme destructive urge within, making others shiver with fear.
In the car behind him, there was a team of men and women.
The men were tall and deep-breathed, clearly exemplifying great martial prowess.
The women were incredibly charming, of mixed race, dressed as elite professionals.
A man and a woman, each leading a team. The men were bodyguards, while the women looked like models, stunning in appearance.
A crowd had already gathered in front of the mansion. Seeing this person's arrival caused a slight commotion.
The white-haired man glared coldly at the others, causing everyone he looked at to turn away, avoiding conflict with him.
"Thunder Sand Gold, the business manager of the Subcontinent of Asia and Europe, hasn't returned for anyone over the past ten years, yet he's come back this time, indicating that the crisis is indeed severe."
In the outer areas of the mansion, several men in black whispered to each other.
"Thunder Sand Gold is a notorious lecher. Did you see his bodyguards? They're not there to shield him from enemies but to gather beautiful women for him!"
One man said enviously.
"His bodyguards are said to come from top academies, even winners of modeling contests. The first thing he does wherever he goes is have his subordinates contact the most famous local actresses. This guy's hair is all white, could it be from overexertion?"
A burly man stared at Thunder Sand Gold's white hair and suddenly grinned lewdly.
"Shut up! Do you have a death wish? Ten years ago, Thunder Sand Gold had already reached the peak realm, with a body as strong as steel and mastery over the Power of Thunder. Do you want to be struck dead by lightning?"
Upon hearing this, Luo Chuan broke out in a cold sweat and dared not say another word.
"The head of Gold Bricks, the head of Deserts, the three heroes of Africa, the Turban Monster, the King of the Rainforest."
In the crowd, an elderly man stared dumbfounded at the newcomers, his face showing shock.
"In the past decade, not even during the centennial celebration did so many people gather. Could it be that there's a catastrophic crisis within the sect?"
The crowd fell silent upon hearing this.
"Impossible, Qin Wenwu is indestructible. Over the centuries, there have been hundreds of rumors of his death, yet each time he turned calamity into fortune, bringing peace and prosperity."
Amid the crowd, a devotee of Qin Wenwu shouted angrily.
"The Golden Mountain Sect has five founding grandmasters, with Qin Wenwu holding the fort for nearly 300 years. Under his leadership, our status skyrocketed. Just our trade alone brings over a billion in annual profits!"
"No amount of money matters if someone is dead!"
"Our operations have long surpassed mere trade. If it was just business, there'd be no need to gather everyone here; something major must have happened to make everyone return."
Though the knowledgeable remained silent, their hearts were filled with worry.
Only a few knew that Qin Wenwu had died.
The Golden Mountain Sect was vast, and with Qin Wenwu gone, they could not handle such immense pressure on their own.
If they didn't proactively withdraw, they might not even maintain their current strength.
And even after withdrawing, whether they could safeguard their heritage was uncertain.
Madness is not the root of destruction; weakness is.
Amid the polar snowstorms, there is a valley where it feels like spring all year round.
The Golden Mountain Sect excavated the entire mountain wall, adding a dome and utilizing underground lava heat flows, creating a spring-like environment in the polar cold.
Maintaining this valley alone costs over a billion annually.
Inside the valley are multiple layers of defenses, capable of withstanding the assault of thousands and even a saturation nuclear strike.
Considering the valley's security, the Golden Mountain Sect's headquarters annual budget reaches over a billion.
Such extravagant annual expenses highlight the Golden Mountain Sect's power as an international organization.
As all sides gathered at the mansion, a high-level meeting was underway in an underground dome conference room.
The elevator doors opened, and the white-haired man walked in with five enchanting women.
In the dome conference room, the elderly man sitting at the center frowned, looking coldly at Thunder Sand Gold.
"Thunder Sand Gold, you're at least an hour late."
"Not that I'm late, but you all are early. Besides, I've brought a gift."
Thunder Sand Gold lazily said, settling down on a sofa and waving his hand.
A woman quickly stepped forward and placed a box on the table.
Before the box was opened, a strong smell of lime wafted out.
The lime smell and the box together evoked various thoughts.
Everyone in the room looked at the elder, whose tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
Those present frowned in unison.
They were the heads of various regions.
In this room, only eight people had the right to sit down, and each had countless connections backing them.