302: Chapter 134: CEO Cheng Kills Without a Gun!
302: Chapter 134: CEO Cheng Kills Without a Gun!
Hearing the gang leader suddenly speak in a stern tone, the other black n imdiately fixed their gaze on Cheng Daqi.
For an ordinary person, being stared down by a group of black guys might have already sent shivers down their spine.
But CEO Cheng was different!
Although his ti in Arica hadn’t been long, he had already been through enough storms.
No matter how intimidating a group of black guys were, they couldn’t compare to Gru, the black cop who wanted to kill Niu Sen!
However, he seed to have figured out sothing!
But he found the truth a little unbelievable!
This middle-aged black man asked whether to call him ‘Cheng Daqi or Chan,’ which ant he knew him and wasn’t randomly breaking in to commit violence.
And the question, ‘Do you have many friends?’ indicated that he didn’t know him that well.
The man knew him but probably not very well, so maybe his use of Chinese was ant to show off his ‘strength.’
If he used Chinese to show strength, did that an he actually had no ill intentions and instead had so expectations of him?
So expectations?
“Have you gone stupid?
Scared stupid?”
Seeing Cheng Daqi not responding for a long ti, the middle-aged black man’s expression finally changed, and he waved his hand in front of Cheng Daqi sowhat puzzled.
“Sir, may we have a word in private?”
Glancing at the other Little Blacks, Cheng Daqi spoke to the middle-aged black man.
“You see, I’m just an ordinary person, and I don’t carry a gun; let’s talk by the floor-to-ceiling windows outside.
Your n can see us; I won’t do anything foolish.”
The middle-aged black man’s eyes were like two sharp chisels that could pierce through the composure Cheng Daqi pretended to have.
Regarding Cheng Daqi’s request, the rugged-faced middle-aged black man didn’t hesitate for too long before making a decision.
But his tone was far from polite.
“You better not do anything stupid!
Co on!”
Those Little Blacks seed to have complete faith in the decision of their leader, perhaps they didn’t believe Cheng Daqi had the guts to run away.
When the middle-aged black man agreed to his request, Cheng Daqi beca certain that his guess was correct.
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Outside the floor-to-ceiling window on the first floor, CEO Cheng closed the window to ensure that no one would overhear his conversation with the middle-aged black man.
Then, he turned to the uninvited guest and began.
“Mr.
Washington?
Should I call her back first?”
CEO Cheng had guessed the man’s identity—Sani’s father, who had been away from ho for many years!
In front of Cheng Daqi, the middle-aged black man truly showed a ‘shockingly dilated pupils’ reaction.
He was really stunned.
How on earth could you guess my identity without saying anything?
He wasn’t the first to be startled by CEO Cheng’s intelligence; even Gru and Temir had suffered losses before Cheng Daqi.
His performance today was already quite good.
Suppressing the subconscious desire to draw his gun, the middle-aged black man asked in amazent.
“Did Sani tell you?”
Shaking his head, Cheng Daqi thought the conversation to follow might contain a certain kind of ‘manly romance.’
So, he offered the suddenly appearing Sani’s father a cigarette.
“She said you suddenly left, then never ca back, and she has been missing you a lot.”
CEO Cheng leaned against the wall and began to recount how he and Sani t.
Listening to Cheng Daqi’s story with Sani, old Washington lit the cigarette, unsure how to continue the conversation.
Even the toughest man softens when reminded of a daughter who is missing him—his hardened soul becos malleable.
“I understand all that you said earlier; that Kernor is an idiot who spills everything.
But one day you disappeared with Sani, and the people I had arranged to protect her couldn’t find you.
Because of this, I ca back to Saint Rodu.
Can I call you Chan?”
Old Washington interrupted Cheng Daqi’s narration; he didn’t want to hear more.
Perhaps due to many years of little contact with his daughter, he didn’t want to hear about her current situation.
In a way, it was a form of avoidance.
“Of course, you may.
You’re Sani’s father, and I am her friend; you’re like an elder to .”
The true and false in old Washington’s words weren’t Cheng Daqi’s concern; he chose to clarify his relationship with Sani first.
Uncle, my relationship with her is pure, strictly platonic.
Please don’t get the wrong idea.
Cheng Daqi was scared, worried that if old Deng misunderstood and thought he had taken advantage of Sani, things could get complicated.
“Chan, how did you guess I am her…..”
The middle-aged black man hesitated briefly before adding, “I am her father.”
Old Washington’s manner of questioning was like chatting with a friend, but his gaze remained as sharp as ever.
Human lie detector, activate!
CEO Cheng took a breath and began to explain his analytical process.
“Although Sani wanders the streets, she doesn’t at all resemble a lower-class black person—I an no offense to black people, don’t get wrong.
What I an is, she has a beautiful heart, pure kindness, and a resilient soul.
Yet, because of family reasons she ended up on the streets, creating a disconnect with her present situation.
Typically, black children are influenced by their environnt and family, easily turning ‘bad.’
But Sani has remained true to herself, which made think her father must be a formidable man.
Mr.
Washington, Sani loves you very much.
The influence you had on her when she was a child is like a shield that has protected her for a very long ti!”
CEO Cheng’s answer centered on one core elent—’emotional intelligence.’
From old Washington’s unfocused pupils, it was clear that Cheng’s strategy had taken effect.
The rugged-faced middle-aged black man seed to have traveled back to the tis he spent with Sani, forgetting he was still conversing with Cheng Daqi.
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