1033: Chapter 108: Alright, Alright, Stop Calling_3 1033: Chapter 108: Alright, Alright, Stop Calling_3 If Forbes manages to find a strong ideological foundation to reinforce organizational loyalty, achieving true allegiance, the people who will sleep the worst are probably Arica’s capitalists—especially the Shamite nomadic capitalists.
After his subordinates left, Gru dialed Hutter’s phone number.
“Hutter, what’s going on?”
“Money!”
“Forbes’ people are acting like rabid dogs, investigating us in several states.
Do you know what’s going on?”
“Money!”
“Buddy, we’re friends; help out here!”
“You bastard, money!”
“You lack sincerity in being a friend, Hutter.
You know I’m a generous man; otherwise, so many people wouldn’t like .”
“Gru, you better pay the money from last ti ASAP.
I’m not so small fry you can toy with!”
Gru smirked silently, not saying much more, and simply continued to ask.
“So, what’s going on?”
Life is like a forced encounter, and Gru undoubtedly took Hutter to the edge of being unable to live properly.
That’s how he was born.
Hutter felt utterly disgusted by Gru, but he still opened his mouth to speak.
“Black Satan suppressed that incident, but you ddled with Forbes’ people—and it’s not the first ti, Gru.
There are a lot of us who don’t like you.”
“Who’s the instigator?”
Sheriff Gru decided to keep killing.
The guidance given by Master Cheng was to hold firm and fear no battle.
In the past, when the situation was unclear, Master Cheng was quite willing to compromise, bending over backwards.
But now, Master Cheng has dominated San Rodolfo and is about to ascend in California (under a multi-monarchy system).
If he still has to bow to others, that would just be pathetic.
“What do you plan to do?” Hutter asked cautiously.
“First, give him a warning, then pay him so consolation money.
Don’t worry, buddy—I’m not crazy.”
Gru exhaled a puff of marijuana smoke calmly, trying to reassure Hutter.
“Gru, are you joking?”
Hutter asked in disbelief.
No, my man, I already know about your crew leader succeeding as the boss of the California Elephant Party.
I understand your operations are flourishing in California.
But why, why would you dare to go after Forbes?
Do you even understand what Forbes represents?
“No, Chairman Wolf said we’d fight; we’d stand firm, facing any challenges.
Hutter, now tell —tell that na.”
On the other end of the phone, Hutter was evidently frightened by Gru’s mania.
He paused in silence, seemingly deep in thought.
“Gru, have you communicated with Chan or Temir?”
“No.
Na!”
“Are you insane?!
Forget the money—I don’t want it anymore.
Don’t ever contact again!”
The greediest superintendent, Hutter, crossed paths with the craziest sheriff, Gru—and he considered himself a cowardly fool.
Hearing this, Gru’s expression finally turned serious.
He spoke slowly but resolutely.
“Two million dollars.
Na.”
Hutter felt a sense of despair—did he pick collaborators that were a bit too feral?
He was scared!
As the deputy superintendent of Forbes, Hutter earnestly tried to dissuade Gru.
“Brother, it’s just work between us—we’re all the sa.
If you have concerns about those people investigating you, I can help smooth things over.
But this isn’t the way, my friend.”
Gru laughed silently.
He could practically imagine Hutter’s current state of mind.
The thrill of successfully ssing with him brought Gru imnse satisfaction.
The deputy superintendent of Forbes, huh?
Still fearful, isn’t he?
Within the rules, we remain undefeated!
Outside the rules, we dare to fight anyone!
This is the true worth of Master Cheng’s faction at the mont.
As a newly ford interest group, politically they have the California Elephant Party as their base, economically they are backed by several steadfast key financiers, and organizationally, they possess formidable execution power—thanks to Master Cheng’s leadership.
Gru was rely Master Cheng’s dog, but now he dared to bite Forbes.
“Listen, Hutter, you’re unwilling to even share a na with .
Ha!
I have every reason to suspect that, once you hang up this call, you’ll report my words to your master!”
A certain birthright: Buddy, if you don’t treat as a friend, then I’ll have no choice but to treat you as an enemy~
Hutter gasped heavily—the emotions of the deputy superintendent were so intense that Gru could sense them even over the phone.
“Fak!
You bastard!
Listen, there’s no na, no one targeting you—they just don’t like the way you operate.
That’s all.
Give two million dollars, and I’ll handle your troubles.
That’s it!”
For Hutter, today wasn’t just about being forced by Gru or life—it was about being utterly humiliated by chaos.
In the madness, idiocy, and vulgarity converging, Gru gave a fatal blow to Hutter.
“Two million dollars is for the na.
I don’t need you to deal with troubles—I can handle them myself.”
Gru grabbed the bottle of liquor on his table and leisurely took a sip.
Rejuvenating!
“Damn it, Gru, do you even know what you’re doing?!
Do you want us to beco enemies?”
Hutter knew very well that Gru was trying to freeload off him, yet he couldn’t handle the fallout of things spiraling out of control—not the outco of being ostracized by Forbes’ upper echelon.
So, the pitiful deputy superintendent ca to the sa conclusion as Niusen and Master Cheng—Gru’s insanity was innate.
“I never said that~”
Gru replied insidiously, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Hutter regretted blurting out his words—he didn’t have the strength to face off against Master Cheng and his people.
It’s all business.
It’s all work.
Why go to war?
It’s unnecessary!
Being enemies was out of the question—so negotiations persisted under Gru’s pressure.
Violated, yet the victim had to bitterly continue negotiating with his oppressor.
In this mont, Hutter wasn’t a superintendent; he was just a pitiful little loser.
“One million.
No less!”
Gru raised an eyebrow.
No way, man.
Are you seriously willing to bargain for one million?
I was just throwing out a random price to ss with you.
Did you actually take it seriously?
Why not head to Fifth Avenue, strip off your pants, and see if you can earn one million there!
“No, I’m willing to pay two million for a na.
Hutter, there’s one thing you need to know—I can fully handle this myself.”
Gru still wanted to close the deal, suppressing his mocking tone and continuing to negotiate.
“How dare you not even offer one million?!
How dare you not even offer one million!”
Hutter began to unravel.
Biologically, humans are carbon-based organisms.
Physiologically, they’re mammals.
These physical traits determine that, regardless of a person’s social status, everyone has monts of breaking down—the conditions to trigger it simply differ.
Sheriff Gru could sense that Hutter was cracking under pressure.
He knew things weren’t quite right.
Negotiating prices was one thing; using shaful tactics was another—but taking things too far wasn’t okay.
After all, Hutter had helped him before.
It’s fine not to act like a human, but don’t push it too far.
So, Sheriff Gru quickly softened his tone.
“Alright, alright, stop yelling.
I’ll give you one million—including last ti’s amount—one million.”
Hutter hung up the phone, screaming furiously at the top of his lungs.
“Bastard!
Gru, you’re such a bastard!”
Outside the superintendent’s office, Hutter’s subordinates sat in terrified silence.
The big boss was inside, losing his temper and cursing at people—there was no chance of goofing off today.
No matter how simple their workload might’ve been, they had to put on a show of being busy with work, deeply committed to serving Arica, to avoid being singled out as the boss’s emotional punching bag.
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