The meal was finished in an atmosphere that was calm, polite, and orderly—at least on the surface.
At this moment, Lin Chu was like a tyrant.
A true tyrant.
Liao Meili had just served as a cautionary tale.
Such an arrogant, even domineering, posture instilled a certain degree of fear in people's hearts.
So, those present now all showed considerable fear toward Lin Chu.
Fear is one of the greatest sources of power.
Lin Chu had no desire to chat with them any further. He had already said everything he wanted to say.
He once again mulled it over in his mind. 'What kind of scene will tonight's meeting be?'
But there was truly no way of knowing.
Whether through public records or technical means, the amount of information that could be found on Liszt was limited.
Lin Chu had a faint guess as to the other party's goal, his core demand—he was curious about him.
'The worst-case scenario is that he'll take control of me and study me like a lab rat.'
