Lionheart Society: I am an S-class freshman, with infinite power of words.

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Lin Chen raised an eyebrow: "This guy, is he so impatient?"

EVA was getting a little nervous: "Could this be a trap? Hango is a principal-level figure, how could he possibly negotiate with us personally!"

Lin Chen shook his head: "People with vastly different strengths won't negotiate, because their superiority is obvious. Negotiations are between two evenly matched groups. They have a strong foundation, but we are stronger!"

Susie seemed to have thought of something: "What if they investigate us, then find Kassel College, and finally suspect that the Secret Service is behind this!"

"It's not that easy," Lin Chen said. "The only people directly connected to the company are EVA and Su Enxi. I think your identities are top secret!"

EVA's head: "I'm dead. My information was sealed away ten years ago!"

Su Enxi remained relaxed: "I have over two hundred identities, I wonder how many they can uncover!"

"Then the reason is obvious!" Lin Chen said, "Even the mixed-race organizations in North America can't figure out who the enemy is. In the information age, the more secretive you are, the stronger you are. We hold the main bargaining chip!"

"So what do we do now?" Zero said coldly; that was all she cared about!

Lin Chen made the final decision: "Attend the banquet!"

Nono reminded her: "It's like a trap!"

“Your example is wrong. Negotiation is not a meal. I am not Liu Bang, and the meeting with Emperor Gaozu of Han was not a chance encounter. This is negotiation, and my identity is Zhuge Liang.”

Susie guessed it: "Debate with a group of scholars? But they might not listen!"

Lin Chen smiled: "My weapon is not my tongue, but my fist. Negotiation is fine, I will persuade them with my fists!"

Su Enxi gave Lin Chen a thumbs up: "As expected of the boss, his domineering aura is something I could learn for a lifetime!"

Mai asked, "How should we prepare for such an important negotiation?"

Nono and Susie both stood up: "Take us with you!"

Lin Chen simply shook his head slightly: "We don't need so many people. This is a negotiation, not a brawl. I don't need thugs around me; just a girl to keep things under control is enough. Mai, you're coming with me."

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the next day.

A classic building in Chicago.

The Alfa Romeo glided down the highway in the distance and stopped in front of the magnificent building.

The driver's side door opened first, revealing a stunningly long and slender leg.

Her long legs were encased in black stockings, followed by a luxurious skirt suit.

The black skirt suit paired with a black shirt and blazer gives her the look of a secretary.

Above that was a breathtakingly beautiful face, with black-rimmed glasses and long black hair styled into a neat, high ponytail.

The secretary, carrying a small black briefcase, walked to the passenger side and opened the car door.

Someone stepped out of the passenger seat, wearing basic white sneakers, black casual pants, a loose white T-shirt, and a neat hairstyle, looking like a sunny high school student next door.

The secretary bowed slightly: "Boss, this is it!"

"Looks pretty good!" Lin Chen said. "After all, it's a North American mixed-race organization; they have some resources! Let's go, Mai, let's go in!"

A row of waiters stood outside the building, all wearing white shirts, but Lin Chen could see the undulating muscles hidden beneath.

A waiter came forward, intending to stop them and verify Lin Chen and Jiu De Mai's identities.

The instant she approached Lin Chen, a brilliant golden light flashed in Shude Mai's eyes.

The golden light momentarily stunned the waiter, who stopped in his tracks.

Lin Chen and Jiu Demai walked past him, and no waiter dared to stop them.

The two climbed the steps and passed through the dark red gate, where a new waiter greeted them.

"Are you Mr. Lin and Ms. Jiu De?"

Mai handed over a business card, which the waiter hurriedly took, but his eyes suddenly paused when he saw the card.

The exquisite business card has a simple design; apart from Mai Shude's name, there are no other words on it.

This was prepared by Su Enxi for Jiu De Mai. When Jiu De Mai received the business card, she was speechless.

However, Su Enxi confidently stated, "You don't have any business titles, so you don't need to prepare anything special. Your business card is your pair of stunningly long legs. Once you've seen them, you'll never forget them."

So the business card only has one name on it?

"Having a name is enough; people will naturally associate the name with your long legs!"

Then, Mai Shude took the business card and handed it to the waiter.

The waiter quickly calmed down. Although it was the first time he had encountered such a business card, his identity was now confirmed.

"Please come with me, both of you!"

The waiter led the way to the end of the corridor and pushed open the crimson door on the wall.

It was a small conference room with thirteen high-backed leather chairs, and a young man was sitting on each chair.

At the far end of the room, near the window, sat a gaunt old man.

The old man wore round-framed glasses and a leather hat, looking like a mounted policeman from the old Westerns.

As Lin Chen and Jiu De Mai stepped into the room, each young man simultaneously raised his right fist, revealing a heavy silver ring on his index finger.

Lin Chen noticed that each ring had a different totem, which should be the family crest of their respective families.

This is a unique family style of North American mixed-race people, and Lin Chen nodded slightly after seeing it.

Lin Chen nodded to them and then sat down near the door.

Mai Shude stood beside Lin Chen, her tall and slender figure giving her a commanding presence.

Lin Chen's gaze bypassed the young people present and met the eyes of the gaunt old man opposite him.

The old face was full of stories, and Lin Chen guessed his identity.

Han Gao.

Henkel then slowly spoke up: "Are you the person in charge behind the LC Group?"

Lin Chen shrugged: "To be honest, I haven't really paid much attention to these businesses, but LC is indeed my abbreviation, so this should be my business."

This statement sounded rather pretentious, but Lin Chen spoke with great sincerity.

His businesses were managed by Su Enxi and EVA, and Lin Chen never inquired about them. Therefore, Lin Chen did not know the full name of his own businesses.

The young people present seemed a bit angry; Lin Chen's words did make them feel uncomfortable.

Lin Chen noticed that two young men were injured; one had a bandage on his arm, and the other had a cane next to his chair and his face was covered in bruises.

Han Gao stared at Lin Chen's face: "You look somewhat familiar."

"This should be the first time we meet."

A young man in the room suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Lin Chen! You're Lin Chen!"

All the young people perked up and looked sharply at Lin Chen.

Han Gao had obviously thought of something as well, and when he looked at Lin Chen, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"No wonder you looked familiar. I've heard of your exploits. You're a third-year student at Kassel College who personally slew the King of Bronze and Fire!" Han Gao said. "So you're the person behind the LC Group."

Lin Chen smiled and said, "It's nothing to mention. I didn't expect my identity to be exposed so quickly!"

As someone who personally slew both Bronze and Fire, Lin Chen was somewhat famous in the world of hybrids. From the day the Bronze Project ended, Lin Chen's photos had already appeared in the meeting rooms of various hybrid party organizations.

Despite his considerable fame, Lin Chen made no attempt to conceal it.

Su Enxi and EVA's businesses need long-term development, and Lin Chen needs to establish a strong brand, otherwise they will always encounter various troubles.

And having personally slain the Dragon King, he would naturally be the best selling point.

Han Gao continued looking at Lin Chen: "...You are a student at Kassel College, backed by the Secret Party, and also a member of the Lin family, a traditional family in China. I am very curious about who you represent now."

Lin Chen shrugged: "Although I don't want to discourage you, it seems you've all guessed wrong. Today I represent myself. All my businesses are under my own control. Whether it's the Secret Party or the orthodox families, they have nothing to do with me."

Han Gao's pupils contracted, clearly indicating that he had thought of something, but he still smiled slightly.

"No wonder my juniors told me that they couldn't handle a strong enemy; it's you who can explain it."

"It's just normal business competition," Lin Chen said calmly.

Henkel maintained his relaxed and composed demeanor, but changed the subject: "I heard that Angers values ​​you highly. You are his proudest student. Speaking of which, it's been decades since I last saw him."

“I know you, Mr. Henkel,” Lin Chen said. “I heard that you shot him once upon a time.”

"I didn't expect him to tell you even this," Han Gao sighed. "It seems he really is grooming you to be his successor."

“The young man he’s mentoring isn’t me, it’s another kid with great potential.” Lin Chen looked at the young people present. “Your successors also look promising.”

The young people looked at Lin Chen coldly. Given their temperaments, they had long wanted to attack Lin Chen, but the thought that Lin Chen had personally killed the Dragon King made them calm down a bit.

Henkel nodded: "They are all outstanding young men from their respective families. After all, most of the old guys of my generation are dead. Bloodline is a tragedy for them. They won't die suddenly from disease, but their organs will slowly fail. The only ones left are probably just me and a handful of others like Angers."

183: The double standards of American Americans! Henkel's probing!

Henri was a figure from the last century. He lived for nearly a hundred years, and in terms of seniority, he was the great-grandfather of the young people present.