Awakening the War God

Chapter 222 Opening Ceremony

Chapter 222 Opening Ceremony

This was undoubtedly the most incredible yet low-key opening ceremony in Silverwood City.

It was just a nine-story small clubhouse, but the guests who attended the celebration were all extraordinary individuals.

The traffic police were on duty, sealing off the roads.

The once busy streets had transformed into a luxury car parking lot.

The cars parked there were worth at least 150 thousand dollars each, with five or six Rolls-Royces.

As for Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and Audi, they could only park in the corners.

Captain Roy, the head of the city management team, stood with his team to the side.

As soon as fireworks were set off, they immediately dispatched people to clean up the scraps of paper with their hands.

The captain had now become the head of the cleaning team.

The red curtain wall was signed and photographed, and the guests were temporarily invited to the bar on the ground floor to rest.

The bar was packed due to the large number of people attending.

However, these business tycoons and dignitaries didn't mind the small space at all. Instead, they treated the bar as an upscale social gathering for networking and communication.

After all, the ambiance depended on the people around you.

Only when the high-end players joined forces could they create the future.

Everyone introduced themselves and clinked glasses, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

The economic lifeline and political power of the entire city were held in the hands of these people in the small bar.

But the most esteemed guests were not present there.

In the reception hall on the ninth floor, smoke filled the air.

Gabriel was drinking and smoking with Barry, Santos, Vito, and other senators.

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"Mr. Gabriel, with your wealth and influence, it's beneath you to have such a small clubhouse. As long as you want, you can choose any location for the clubhouse. You can even build the largest clubhouse in Birchwood." Barry, no longer in his usual composed self, opened his collar and exhaled a cloud of smoke, displaying a very carefree demeanor.

Compared to the first senator of Birchwood, he was more like the boss of a gang.

After hearing his words, the others expressed their opinions one after another.

Some offered money, and others offered land, leaving only the task of building the clubhouse to Gabriel.

Gabriel held a cigarette in his mouth and smiled with narrowed eyes. "To be honest with you, I don't lack money, and I have no intention of doing business to make money. The reason I opened this clubhouse is purely to have a place to settle down."

He wasn't being modest, but he was speaking the truth.

He was not short of money at all.

His goal was clear: make the Dark Night Club the headquarters of Silverwood.

He wanted to gather all the assembly members in Birchwood, while Thomas would wipe out the Underground World.

By then, the entire province would be under his command.

With Silverwood as their base, they would expand their influence outward until it reached every corner of the country.

The process of expansion would follow the network that the Ghostly Purgatory Hall had established in the past.

He was determined to have an exciting life playing this game.

"Mr. Gabriel, your vision is extraordinary!" Barry praised in admiration. "A true wise man knows when to assert dominance. That's the mark of a real genius!"

With Barry leading the applause, the others echoed his sentiment.

Gabriel extinguished his cigarette and changed his tone. "By the way, is the investigation into Tyler almost concluded?"

Barry's expression turned serious, and he nodded. "Tyler has completely fallen. That old fellow is a clever man and has done some tacit things. We won't go too hard on him if he confesses his crimes. We want to leave a way out for his people."

Gabriel understood that this was an unwritten rule.

If one dared to resist or struggle, in the end, everyone around them would be destroyed.

It was a matter of winning or losing.

As long as they didn't resist, admitted their guilt, and sacrificed themselves, they could save their families and those close to them.

This was the route chosen by most defeated politicians.

While they were talking, a thunderous roar of cheers suddenly came from downstairs.

The volume of the sound was deafening.

It gave people the feeling that those downstairs had gone mad.

"What happened?" Santos asked, furrowing his brow and curiously standing up.

"Let me guess!" Gabriel chuckled. "I think it must be the appearance of the superstar Angela that caused such a huge reaction."

"I have to thank you guys for bringing me to the Black Pearl. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the chance to meet a big star."

Curious, they approached the window and looked down.

Sure enough, Angela had taken the stage.

The power of a celebrity was truly terrifying.

People went crazy when they saw Angela, rushing forward eagerly.

Some reporters arrived upon hearing the news and snapped pictures frantically.

Gabriel couldn't help but feel bewildered.

What was so special about this girl?

He really couldn't understand the obsession people had with celebrities nowadays.

Under the stage, Ava pouted and muttered, "What's so great about her? She doesn't sing as well as me. If I were a superstar, I would definitely be more popular than her."

Initially, she had wanted to go on stage and perform a song, but now she didn't feel like it anymore.

She lost her enthusiasm for playing the ukulele in her hands.

However, it wasn't entirely baseless for Angela to become a big star.

Although she occasionally sang off-key, her smile on stage was sweet and her passion was contagious, igniting the audience's emotions.

As Ava watched, her body involuntarily swayed to the music.

The one who danced the most energetically was Vicky.

Her plump body moved vigorously, full of excitement.

Occasionally, she even let out a few cries.

Only Stella found it noisy and turned back towards the club.

After entering the club, the music's upbeat tempo gradually faded, and everything became quieter.

She walked to the restroom, where a janitor was cleaning.

Feeling bored while waiting, she stood in front of the mirror and refined her makeup.

The janitor suddenly approached and covered Stella's mouth and nose with a handkerchief from behind.

Stella made a couple of muffled sounds, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

The janitor immediately picked her up and threw her into the trash bin on the cart, then covered it with a lid and pushed the garbage cart away.

"Hey, Dad! We've caught Gabriel's woman. Meet me at the entrance. With this woman, we can capture Gabriel easily."

The janitor pushed Stella while talking through her earpiece.

"At such a close distance, we should take a few photos of Angela."

The security guards' attention was all on Angela.

As the janitor passed by them, they didn't notice anything at all.

Finally, Angela finished her performance and stepped off the stage.

The cheers from the audience below lasted.

Angela looked proudly at Ava and the others, saying proudly, "Today's performance wasn't bad. It should help bring some popularity to Gabriel's club. As long as those few journalists go back and report that I performed at the club's opening ceremony, I guarantee that business at the club will boom."

"What's there to be proud of, humph?" Ava protested, rolling her eyes.

Just then, Angela noticed that one person was missing and asked curiously, "Where's Stella? How come she's not here?"

With that question, everyone was astonished to realize that Stella had disappeared.