Chapter 154: CEO’s Negotiation Table, Star Pirates’ “Position Competition”

“Position competition”—those four words were like a massive boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up monstrous waves in the hearts of more than a dozen star pirate leaders.

They looked at one another, utterly bewildered, completely unable to understand what this term meant.

One-Eyed Dragon was even more furious, his single eye bulging as if his lungs were about to explode.

Poaching my people right in front of me?

This was no longer mere humiliation—this was dismembering his authority, digging up his very roots!

“Brat, you—”

Just as he was about to slam the table and rise up, Chu Feng swept him with a calm, indifferent glance. That gaze was tranquil and rippleless, yet it made him feel as if he had instantly fallen into an icy abyss, forcing him to swallow every word that had reached his lips.

Chu Feng ignored him and instead let his gaze fall on the man seated to One-Eyed Dragon’s left—a skinny fellow whose eyes darted around restlessly.

“Your name is ‘Ghost Monkey,’ right?”

“The Third-in-Command of Black Wind Stronghold, responsible for intelligence gathering and fencing stolen goods.”

“Am I right?”

Chu Feng asked with a smile.

The man called Ghost Monkey stiffened all over, staring at Chu Feng in shock.

This information was core confidential data of the stronghold—outsiders could never possibly know it!

How could he…

“Ghost Monkey, you’re a smart man, but it’s a pity you followed the wrong boss.”

Chu Feng’s voice carried an irresistible allure,

“Under One-Eyed Dragon, you’ll forever be nothing more than a petty scout who can’t take the stage.”

“But if you follow me, I can appoint you as ‘Ascension Group · Black Wind Domain Intelligence Department Director.’”

“Director?”

Ghost Monkey subconsciously repeated the word.

“That’s right.”

Chu Feng snapped his fingers, and the light screen behind him immediately displayed the mysterious pavilion emblem of Thousand Illusions Pavilion.

“I am a top-tier VIP client of Thousand Illusions Pavilion.”

“As long as you nod your head, their intelligence network across the entire Mortal Realm can grant you access privileges.”

“You will no longer be a sneaky Ghost Monkey scurrying for scraps of information, but an intelligence magnate who commands an information hub of an entire region.”

“Your name will be listed in Thousand Illusions Pavilion’s ‘Gold Medal Partner’ registry.”

“His—”

Ghost Monkey sucked in a sharp breath, his breathing instantly turning rapid.

Thousand Illusions Pavilion!

That was the legendary holy land of intelligence!

Becoming their Gold Medal Partner?

That was something he had never dared to dream of before!

His eyes began to flicker uncertainly.

Seeing this, Chu Feng smiled in satisfaction and turned his gaze toward another man—a burly fellow with a face full of tangled beard and hands covered in thick calluses.

“You are ‘Iron Arm,’ the Fourth-in-Command. Every flying vessel and magical treasure in the stronghold comes from your hands.”

“Your artifact refinement skills have earned you some fame throughout the Black Wind Domain.”

Iron Arm gave a low grunt and said nothing, but there was a trace of pride in his eyes.

“What a pity, what a pity.”

Chu Feng shook his head, his face full of regret,

“Even the cleverest housewife can’t cook without rice.”

“The Black Wind Domain lacks materials. You possess superb skills, yet you can only use trash scraps to refine low-tier magical treasures that can’t take the stage. Such a brilliant pearl hidden in the dark—what a waste.”

His tone suddenly shifted as he pointed toward the window, where the “Annihilation Soul Crystal Cannon” had already retracted.

“Do you see that cannon? That was merely a practice piece by our group’s Chief Product Officer.”

“As long as you join us and take the position of ‘Black Wind Domain Equipment Manufacturing Department Supervisor,’ not only can I provide you with rare divine materials that even the Heaven Refinement Sect can’t obtain, I can also let you exchange techniques and learn directly with our CPO.”

“This production line of mine—you may use it as you please.”

“Boom!”

Those words exploded like a thunderclap in Iron Arm’s mind.

He abruptly raised his head and stared fixedly at Chu Feng. In those murky eyes, an unprecedented blazing light erupted!

For an artifact refiner, what could possibly be more enticing than top-tier materials and stronger techniques?

At this moment, brotherhood, loyalty, being a mountain king—everything was thrown straight out of his mind!

Next, Chu Feng was like the most elite headhunter, turning the conference table into his personal stage.

“You—‘Blood Butcher,’ Golden Core Great Perfection, decisive in slaughter—come and be the ‘Minister of Armed Debt Collection,’ specializing in handling those tough bones who refuse to pay ‘security fees.’ Your performance will be directly linked to your profit-sharing.”

“You—‘Half-Immortal Sai,’ proficient in formations—come and be the ‘Director of Route Planning and Security.’ All formation maintenance of safe routes in the Black Wind Domain will be handed to you. I’ll give you an annual budget of one million top-grade spirit stones!”

“And you…”

Right in front of One-Eyed Dragon, Chu Feng calmly called out each leader’s name, abilities, and the deepest desires buried in their hearts, as if recounting treasured items.

The conditions he offered—each was more generous than the last.

The “career prospects” he painted—each was brighter than the last.

He used no bewitching spells whatsoever.

What he used was naked, overt strategy.

Using “interests,” “future,” and “respect”—the most primal yet most effective levers of human nature—to pry open loyalties that had never been particularly firm to begin with.

The atmosphere in the conference room grew increasingly bizarre.

The breathing of more than a dozen star pirate leaders grew heavier and heavier.

The way they looked at One-Eyed Dragon changed—from initial fear, to suspicion, and finally, at this very moment, nothing remained but undisguised greed and ambition.

One-Eyed Dragon felt as though he were sitting on needles. He felt that he wasn’t seated in the position of honor at all, but bound atop a volcano on the verge of eruption.

He trembled with rage, his complexion shifting from green to purple, from purple to black, as if he had opened a dye workshop on his face.

He wanted to explode, but to his horror, he realized that he had already been hollowed out.

Chu Feng was dismantling his power base piece by piece right before his eyes—and he couldn’t utter a single word.

Because he knew that the moment he dared to say even half a word of refusal, these so-called “brothers” beside him would immediately pounce on him and tear him to pieces as a pledge of allegiance to their new master!

To the side, Feng Zhiruo, who had observed this entire “position competition” from beginning to end, felt a chill seep into her bones.

She came from one of the Major Families of the Western Regions and had seen all kinds of schemes and power struggles.

But compared to the overt strategy of the man before her, those methods were nothing more than children playing house.

Not a single soldier moved, not a single blade was drawn.

With just a few sentences, he made a violent organization that had dominated the Black Wind Domain for three hundred years begin to collapse from within—so much so that murderous intent had already sprouted among them.

Such bloodless killing methods were ten thousand times more terrifying than any heaven-destroying divine art!

She looked at Chu Feng, who wielded the negotiation table with effortless grace and held everyone’s hearts firmly in his grasp, and for the first time, a trace of near-worshipful… fear was born in her heart.

Just as One-Eyed Dragon felt that he was about to be completely crushed by this invisible pressure, his mind teetering on the brink of collapse, Chu Feng’s devil-like voice finally sounded again.

He shifted his tone and cast his gaze back toward the ashen-faced One-Eyed Dragon.

“Alright, everyone. I’ve basically understood the intentions of all you ‘prospective executives.’”

A meaningful smile appeared on Chu Feng’s face.

“As for you, Mr. One-Eyed Dragon…”

“As the founder of Black Wind Stronghold and a veteran of the group, your loyalty and capabilities still require an additional…”

“‘Stress test.’”

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