Extraordinary Realm from Persuasion System-Chapter 602 - 218: Martial Saint Takes Action, Whole City Pays Attention!

Golden Wind?

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Beixing pondered the name, his brow furrowing slightly. Thinking about what the other party had said on the phone, he was deeply curious, so he pulled out his phone and went online to look up information about this mafia.

His investigation revealed that the Golden Wind was indeed no ordinary group. The Golden Wind, a well-known mafia family from Ancient Rome, originated in 1868. It was founded by Jon Joestar, a destitute nobleman from Fog City, and his close friend. Over time, through development and transformation, the gang's power grew stronger. At its peak, its influence spread across America, Africa, and Europe—a true mafia overlord.

However, as the saying goes, what goes up must come down. After reaching its peak, the Golden Wind inevitably infringed upon others' interests or attracted their covetousness. Consequently, they were targeted by a coalition of powerful individuals with immense influence. As a result, the Golden Wind inevitably began its decline, its power waning dramatically.

However, Zhang Beixing did not underestimate them because of this. One had to remember that an old general could still fight; a starving camel was still bigger than a horse. Not to mention, this particular camel wasn't dead yet, merely emaciated.

"Although they're somewhat weaker than D&E, they're still a behemoth," Zhang Beixing murmured.

After reading the information on the Golden Wind, Zhang Beixing roughly understood their purpose in helping him. Just as they had said, they needed someone to break the current power dynamic in Ancient Rome and, more importantly, to break their own current stalemate. Targeted by various forces, the Golden Wind was declining day by day, a situation that couldn't continue. Therefore, they needed to make a change, and Zhang Beixing's emergence was undoubtedly the key.

Due to his enmity with D&E's labs, a clash between Zhang Beixing and D&E Laboratories was inevitable. D&E Laboratories was powerful, being one of the largest methamphetamine manufacturers in Ancient Rome. If the Golden Wind could intervene, join forces with Zhang Beixing, and eliminate D&E, they could demonstrate their strength to the world. This would prove that although they had declined, they were not defeated and remained a formidable mafia, bringing them a glimmer of hope.

So that's it.

Understanding why the Golden Wind had suddenly sought to curry favor with him, Zhang Beixing became pensive. He sat on the couch and began to consider how he would deal with D&E Laboratories. His thoughts, however, did not last long.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK—

A dull thudding came from the door.

Hearing this, Zhang Beixing frowned slightly, walked over, and opened the door. The visitor was Zheng Jituo, and behind him stood several others—all of Zhang Beixing's classmates had come.

Slightly startled to see them, Zhang Beixing stepped aside to let them in. Once they were all inside, he took a sip of tea and asked with some confusion, "What's going on? Why are you all here so late instead of sleeping?"

"Don't you have any idea why we're here?" Zheng Jituo said irritably. "With all that commotion just now, did you think we're deaf and wouldn't react at all? Lao Zhang, what's going on? Why did the police come looking for you in the middle of the night?"

Jin Linyu chimed in, "Yeah, what's the deal? Besides, I just saw on the news that there was a massacre at a bar here in Maro. What's that all about?"

"Lao Zhang, that wasn't you, was it?" Dong Guoning asked.

Hearing their questions, Zhang Beixing glanced at the others. He noticed they all looked puzzled and were watching him curiously. Clearly, Zheng Jituo's questions voiced what they all wanted to know.

Seeing this, Zhang Beixing paused for a moment before saying, "Don't jump to conclusions. The police officers just came to talk to me about a few things; it's nothing serious."

He ultimately decided not to disclose the full story, as there was no need. Even if he told his classmates everything that had happened tonight, what good would it do? They were just a group of university students; could they really help him with this? If they couldn't help, then there was no point in telling them. It would only make them anxious about the situation without any practical benefit.

Zheng Jituo, unaware of Zhang Beixing's reasoning, only heard his continued denial. He clicked his tongue and said, somewhat exasperated, "Come on, Lao Zhang, that's not cool. Things are already like this, and you're still..."

Before he could finish, Jin Linyu, who stood beside him, interrupted. Jin Linyu, understanding Zhang Beixing's unspoken message, said, "Alright, Jituo. Since Lao Zhang says it's nothing serious, don't worry about it. Lao Zhang, even though we might not be able to help much, if you need anything, just ask. We'll definitely help if we can, and even if we can't, we'll find a way. Don't try to shoulder everything yourself. When you're away from home, you rely on friends. All of us from Shi University's senior Economics and Management department are here. We're not just for show, right, everyone?"

"Yeah!"

The others chorused, affirming that if Zhang Beixing needed anything, he just had to ask, and they would do their utmost to help.