748: Chapter 21 The Hunt for God Begins Here_2 748: Chapter 21 The Hunt for God Begins Here_2 “Not over the top at all!
You’re not even a man!”
The black-haired wealthy woman still wanted to make a point, an even more insulting one at that.
CEO Cheng silently drove the car, treating Mi’er’s nonsense as if it was just air.
After a while, Mi’er spoke uneasily.
“Cheng, I’ve always been like this, you know that, I really don’t an any harm, it’s just my personality.”
CEO Cheng stopped the car, looked at the red light, and spoke softly,
“No, you also used reverse psychology on , I’ve seen through it, but I don’t want to argue with you.
Mi’er, it won’t work on , such a simple tactic.”
Temir thought Cheng Daqi was being a bit impolite, as this made him seem stupid.
“Sotis optimizing your language might be better, like just now, you clearly ant to stick with until death, but the way you say it makes it sound like you can’t wait for to die, well, changing how you express it would be better.”
The black-haired wealthy woman didn’t reply and turned her body to look out of the window.
Cheng Daqi’s last remark was really impolite.
So you think you’re the only smart one, huh?
“But I really don’t have a ho anymore, Cheng.”
“Wherever I am is your ho.”
“Are we getting married?”
“No, I’m talking about family affection.”
“Oh, I’ve always wanted to kill my brother, so you want to call you ‘Mom’ in the future?”
A sly smile appeared on Temir’s face.
“Actually, there’s another solution, you know, I don’t mind if you call ‘Dad’.”
Cheng Daqi used his tactic and deflected it right back.
Thinking you can take advantage of ?
Dream on!
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“Wait a second!”
“What is it?”
Cheng Daqi stopped his hand from opening the car door and looked at the girl in the passenger seat, this strange girl.
“I need to find the right ‘feel’!”
The woman who failed in the verbal exchange adjusted her mood and was the first to leave the car.
CEO Cheng shrugged and smiled as he got up to leave.
The first to appear was Niu Sen, the second was Achilles.
One was the prey by design, the other a co-conspirator who had no choice but to get in the car.
Today, Old Crusoe arrived at the Wolf’s place, becoming the third key figure.
If Accountant Jia was the first practice target for CEO Cheng’s little group, then the Sect Leader of the Crusoe family, deeply rooted in Arica for years, was the key figure to test the real worth of Cheng Daqi’s power.
This old fox was Gru’s friend, a big donor to the California Elephant Party, the leader of the California MAGA faction, the one playing the Great Commander’s trust, the infamous number six.
After several rebuffs, Old Crusoe finally agreed to et the director of this chaotic situation.
However, sitting with Wolf and enjoying a cigar, Old Crusoe was unaware that CEO Cheng and Mi’er were coming.
Therefore, Old Crusoe, sowhat irritated by Wolf’s stalling, asked,
“You say there’s no hurry, no hurry, but the Great Commander keeps making excuses, and McCarthy refuses to ddle in California’s affairs, how can I not be worried?”
Wolf replied with feigned curiosity,
“The actions Gru dictated are very problematic; why don’t you start with LAPD’s procedures?”
Old Crusoe gave Wolf a disdainful look, slling a conspiracy.
You, Wolf, are a local Californian, you must be well aware of the gravity of Gru’s problems from the Red Street kidnapping case, where even your own brother was taken.
You wouldn’t be oblivious, right?
Gru, a vile creature that even the Great Commander could not pressure, now confird to have the backing of Niu Sen, how bold must I be to take a stance against the California Clique?
Crusoe’s judgnt was that the core figures of the California Elephant Party were all old sixes who dared to support the Republican Party in a deep Blue State, each one a master of political flip-flopping.
The person locked up by Wolf’s orders was just a campaign aide, not like himself, with a son in captivity, so Wolf was now inciting him.
“Ha, I’ll figure sothing out.”
Old Crusoe stood up and straightened his clothes, ready to leave.
He had waited too long, and his eting had been delayed by Achilles’ visit to Mi’er and Cheng Daqi.
“But let’s leave it here for today, Wolf.
I have to make a trip to San Francisco.”
Wolf, thoughtful, asked,
“Are you planning to talk to Niu Sen or soone else?”
“Otherwise?
The Republican Party, ha, not a single one of those people up there has the balls!”
Old Crusoe scoffed, muttered a curse at Wolf under his breath, and turned to leave.
“If I were you, one day in the future, I’d regret leaving now.”
Crusoe spun around fiercely, glaring at Wolf with a vicious look.
I’ve had my suspicions about you for a while, Wolf!
It was you who pushed to approach Gru personally.
I got a cold shoulder from Gru, and then you said you’d introduce soone to .
But damn it, I’ve been waiting from morning till now, it’s four in the afternoon already, where are they?
“Hey, don’t look at like that, Mr.
Crusoe, I’ve been waiting with you all this ti.
I don’t know what kept them either.”
“So, who are we waiting for, is the person you’re bringing in more important than you are?”
Just a mont ago he was whispering curses, now he’s whispering flattery—this is how it is on the West Coast.
“Important?
I’m far from it.
Sotis I even worry that I might never wake up once I fall asleep.”
“No, Wolf, you don’t have to worry, God will bless you.”
A voice ca from the doorway as Cheng Daqi pushed the door of the cigar room open and walked in with a smile.
“Mr.
Crusoe, I’m sorry I’m late.”
Seeing Cheng Daqi’s composed face, Old Crusoe first looked puzzled, then thoughtful, and finally, he laughed mockingly.
Looking at Wolf, he mocked him.
“This is really quite the character, ha, Wolf, hahaha, I think I’ll head to San Francisco instead.
That old witch Nanxi is back; if I catch a plane now, I can still make it in ti for dinner with her.”
Rick Crusoe is an old hand at the art of quick changes of face.
However, he’s still very polite, Dell, look, he doesn’t even deign to mock Cheng Daqi.
“Dignity”
Wolf shook his head without speaking, simply gesturing for CEO Cheng to take a seat first.
Seeing the two youngsters ignore his words, Old Crusoe snorted coldly and left directly.
He thought these two were simply absurd!
No ability whatsoever, just damn good at wasting my damn ti!
“Clack!
Clack!
Clack!”
The sound of high heels on the carpet was a bit muffled, but Mi’er soon appeared around the corner.
Seeing Old Crusoe coming toward her, and noticing there was no one following him,
Mi’er’s eyes flickered, instantly understanding what had happened.
She spoke softly, uttering the most inhospitable words with a smile.
“Old man, your son is about to die, and you don’t even know whose feet you should be kneeling and weeping at.”
Old Crusoe didn’t think much of Mi’er, but he respected Mi’er’s family.
“Temir?
What do you an?”
The black-haired rich lady walked past him and into the room, but her words were clearly heard by Old Crusoe.
“Co on, Wolf tells us you are soone useful, you’d better pray you really are.
Otherwise, I’ll arrange for a hundred black n to spoil your son in jail.”
As if thinking about sothing amusing, Mi’er stopped at the door, twisted around, and looked at Old Crusoe with a playful gaze.
“White, fat, and a rich second-generation, guess how much those bastards will like your son?”
That’s the black-haired rich lady’s way of doing things.
Kind words and beneficial connections?
No!
I hold a knife to your neck, dare you not to listen, try ?
Looking down on won, huh?
Thinking Chan can’t help you, right?
Shabi, being pulled up to the table is your honor!
Bowing to Achilles is humiliating, being holess is painful,
but there are gains to selling one’s soul to the devil.
If Achilles wants to cut Cheng Daqi a piece of the cake, wants Mi’er to stay quiet for a while, he has to deal with the pressure from the Democratic Party on Capitol Hill.
With soone above holding back, and Gru controlling the scene below, Niu Sen is pressured not to look for Gasetti.
Now, in Saint Rodu, Cheng Daqi and Mi’er can go unchecked.
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