To this point, Xia Bingqing had grown numb.
She hadn't expected her good intentions to be worth nothing in the eyes of others.
She decided to stop compromising and laid her cards on the table, saying, "Since that's the case, there's nothing more to say. Let's declare war!"
"Fine..." Wu Dao responded with a cold single word. He then added, "Xia Bingqing, consider this a warning. As long as I'm abroad, your company's products will never be able to expand into the overseas market!"
"Remember, these words came from me!"
"Also, the Red Spider Legion isn't just those few people. There are hundreds, thousands more, waiting to unleash their fury!"
With that, he hung up the phone.
These last words were Wu Dao's final trump card, his last vestige of pride.
Thus, he spat them out in one go, like dumping trash.
He was thoroughly enraged.
*Clang, clang, clang...*
The next second, he delivered several furious punches to the table.
He cursed.
"A junior, a little bitch, dares to dictate to me?"
"Little thing, do you really think you've grown up?"
"Are you scared of someone's existence?"
"Let me tell you, it's far from enough!"
To vent his anger, Wu Dao grabbed a golf club and smashed it down on the table. Each blow was delivered with ten-tenths of his strength, creating sparks.
It was evident how furious Wu Dao was.
*Ah, ah...*
Immediately, he took out an old mobile phone, powered it on, found a contact saved as 'Old Seven,' and dialed it directly.
A busy signal came from the receiver. After a while, the call finally connected.
A lazy voice emerged.
"Yo... Mr. Wu, what a surprise to get a call from you today?"
Wu Dao cut to the chase, "Help me get rid of someone!"
Upon hearing this, Old Seven's smile froze. "Who?"
"Xia Bingqing from Bingqing Cosmetics!"
Wu Dao stated coldly.
Old Seven replied, "Sure. Name your price."
Wu Dao retorted, "How much are you planning to charge?"
Old Seven said, "This woman seems quite popular recently. At least a 'one' start!"
"Ten million?"
"Mr. Wu, are you joking with me?"
"One hundred million!" Wu Dao said in a deep voice.
"As I said, one hundred million is just the starting price," Old Seven's voice held a hint of mockery.
Wu Dao decided to stop bidding and said directly, "Alright, just name your price."
"Let's not beat around the bush between us."
"Five hundred million!"
Old Seven stated his price.
Upon hearing this, Wu Dao spat disdainfully. "Heh... you're not just a little greedy; you're more expensive than people in the dark world!" httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Old Seven casually replied, "I'm better than people in the dark world."
As he spoke, a conceited smile appeared on his face.
Wu Dao said sternly, "Fine, do as you say!"
"Good. Let's start with half as a deposit," Old Seven requested.
Wu Dao did not refuse and added, "Let me give you a heads-up, Xia Bingqing has a formidable bodyguard by her side."
"Don't worry."
Old Seven lit a cigarette at this moment, his face etched with a sense of hardship.
"Good."
This Old Seven had a deep connection with Wu Dao, or rather, Wu Dao's first substantial earnings were obtained with the help of Old Seven, a 'black glove.'
Before Wu Dao went abroad, he had wanted to bring Old Seven along, but Old Seven refused.
This was because he had an elderly mother in China who needed his care, so he didn't go abroad.
He made a living by fighting in underground matches, occasionally receiving financial support from Wu Dao.
Wu Dao suddenly remembered Old Seven, his killer move, and thus decided to utilize him.