Chapter 93: Chapter 88: One Hit Kill (Vote Please!)
The Middle Eastern gentleman maintained his composure, though his tone changed a bit. With a teasing glint in his eyes, he looked at Murong Lengyue and said, "Princess Murong, this is not very forthcoming of you. With your financial resources, fifty billion USD should not be a big issue. I heard that last month, Princess Murong discovered a large oil field in the Molang Region of the Middle East and secretly transferred it to Merck Petroleum Company of the United States. That oil field reportedly earned Murong Group at least three hundred billion USD, mostly in cash! I just want fifty billion USD, and it shouldn’t be too difficult to obtain, right?"
The Middle Eastern gentleman had done thorough research; Murong Lengyue initially focused on the Molang Region only due to Murong Group’s policy of land acquisition. No one expected to find a large oil field; an investment of tens of millions USD brought a return of hundreds of billion USD, a return rate of three hundred times.
When that land was initially purchased, the top family members were almost unanimously opposed, because it was a place not even birds would visit, sparsely populated, and less than two hundred kilometers from a war-torn area in the Middle East. It was Murong Lengyue who pushed through the opposition, eventually personally investing seventy percent, while the family invested thirty percent, treating it merely as land acquisition.
The Middle Eastern gentleman had spoken to such an extent, and Murong Lengyue was secretly even more surprised. This gentleman indeed lived up to his name, having investigated Murong Group’s affairs so thoroughly. Though his quoted price was slightly low, it wasn’t far off the mark. More importantly, under the current circumstances, she had no room to resist.
"Alright, but I need three to five days!" Murong Lengyue naturally wouldn’t just surrender like that; buying some time was better than none.
"No problem, you can hand it over whenever you feel like it!" The Middle Eastern gentleman, of course, understood what Murong Lengyue was thinking, but he didn’t care; he needed Murong Lengyue for another major task. If completed, the benefits would be several times, even ten times, the fifty billion USD.
Upon hearing this response from the Middle Eastern gentleman, Murong Lengyue felt a sinking sensation. From his tone, it was clear that extorting fifty billion USD from her wasn’t his goal, as if extorting this fifty billion USD was just a bonus. What was this Middle Eastern gentleman really scheming?
Murong Lengyue was unfamiliar with the Middle Eastern gentleman, but could sense from his few comments that the fifty billion USD wasn’t his true aim. Though usually composed, Murong Lengyue couldn’t help but be moved.
"It seems that the gentleman doesn’t seem to care about the fifty billion USD. Perhaps there are other matters?" Murong Lengyue asked.
"Murong Lengyue, indeed, lives up to the reputation. Just your intelligence alone qualifies you to be the president of Murong Group. I do have another important matter I’d like to discuss with Princess Murong!" The Middle Eastern gentleman once again displayed his gentlemanly demeanor, which, of course, was self-assumed. Even when killing someone, he preferred what he considered the most elegant and gentlemanly way to end a life, lest he disgrace the name ’Middle Eastern gentleman’.
"What is it?" Murong Lengyue regained her previous confidence; as long as it wasn’t life-threatening, she was willing to discuss anything.
"I would like to invite Princess Murong to accompany me for a few days. During these days, it would also be convenient for the princess to mobilize funds — two birds with one stone!" the Middle Eastern gentleman said with a smile. Now that the situation was under his control, Murong Lengyue had no room for resistance.
"What if I say no?" Murong Lengyue responded calmly, as if it had nothing to do with her.
"It seems like you don’t have the option to refuse now, do you?" The Middle Eastern gentleman shrugged, and two big men beside him stepped forward, aiming light machine guns at Murong Lengyue’s direction, an overwhelming presence.
Murong Lengyue sneered and said, "I thought you were a gentleman, but it turns out you are nothing much!" Being coerced like this for the first time and having no means of resistance naturally felt unpleasant to Murong Lengyue, and she couldn’t help but gain a bit of verbal advantage.
"As long as I think I’m a gentleman, it doesn’t matter how others see me, does it?" The Middle Eastern gentleman laughed elegantly, wearing a harmless expression that made people want to punch him, although it was only wishful thinking.
Young Master Wu and Wu Shuang dared not act rashly. There were many people here, and the team had light machine guns. If anyone here moved slightly, they could immediately become a target. Though both knew they could avoid being shot, no one else, including Murong Lengyue, would be able to escape.
The global reputation of Murong Lengyue was that of a great philanthropist, deeply influential. If something were to happen to her in Huaxia, it would definitely cause an uproar. Wu Shuang dared not act impulsively. At present, all they could do was wait, though the wait held not the slightest opportunity.
"Let’s go, Princess Murong; I’ve been waiting for quite some time!" The Middle Eastern gentleman gestured an invitation towards Murong Lengyue. On the surface, it complemented the gentleman’s name well.
"Princess..." Young Master Wu whispered, trying to say something, but Murong Lengyue interrupted, "Quickly mobilize the funds!" In such a situation, they could only comply with the Middle Eastern gentleman’s command, lacking even a trace of resistance.
Seeing Murong Lengyue approach, the Middle Eastern gentleman felt quite satisfied. Two warriors emerged behind him, flanking Murong Lengyue on both sides. Only then did the Middle Eastern gentleman address everyone in the conference room, "Gentlemen and ladies, my business is concluded; I hope I haven’t disturbed your meeting. Please, carry on!"
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In the first-floor lobby, Xiao Lin saw the Middle Eastern man ascend the stairs with two subordinates, and quietly calculated. There were only four robbers in the lobby, now positioned at four corners for oversight. Given their skills, Xiao Lin wasn’t confident he could kill all four instantly, especially the leader wielding the Desert Eagle was quite capable and responsive. Xiao Lin lacked certainty for a one-hit kill.
If an attempt failed to kill the opponent, these robbers might wildly shoot at hostages after witnessing the death of comrades, an outcome Xiao Lin could not afford.
Xiao Lin waited for the opportunity, for the four robbers to exhibit the slightest lapse in vigilance, clutching Silver Needles tightly in his hand, palm sweating.
Just then, a loudspeaker outside blared, "Robbers inside, you are surrounded. Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately!"
The robber holding the Desert Eagle disdainfully walked to the door, opened it, and fired two shots into the sky for demonstration.
"This is the opportunity!" Xiao Lin had waited precisely for this chance and finally got it. Secretly, he summoned the True Qi of Kowloon, channeling the Qi into the Silver Needles, ready for a one-hit kill!
PS: Xiao Lin brandished the Silver Needles and shouted, "Quickly now, hand over the tickets, or else... hehehe!"