Chapter 920: Chapter 733: Pleasant Transaction At this time, someone should step out and call: Revenge for the boss! Then, supporters will follow suit, everyone will rouse their spirits, seeking revenge for the boss, battling it out with the Huaizhi Gang.
But when looked upon by those eyes, even the air seemed to freeze.
No one spoke up.
Frozen in place, even if their numbers were ten times greater, their firepower a hundred times stronger...
"No one has any objections?"
Huai Shi asked, "I prefer speaking plainly, if there’s any dissatisfaction, everyone can speak directly."
Along with his words, screams echoed from outside, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps constantly emerging. Members of the Huaizhi Gang armed with long and short guns had already filed in, controlling the area from the outside to the inside.
In the silence, no one spoke again.
Only on the steps of the dance floor, the sound of blood dripping bit by bit. Scarlet color spread, reflecting in the man’s pupils, a fleeting red like it was imbued with unimaginable magic power, exposing the ferocious nature of the evil ghost beneath the exquisite facade.
Accumulating brutality and power, waiting to be unleashed and freed.
All it needed was a tiny spark...
Not knowing how much time passed, someone retreated a step, followed by the sound of a sword clattering to the floor. Amid Ueno’s shout, everyone gradually lowered their weapons, raising their hands pale-faced.
"Good, it looks like everyone here is sensible."
Huai Shi nodded, "So, is there anyone in charge here? The Angry Luo Group’s boss is gone, so what about the deputy? Who is it?"
All eyes turned toward a man at the back of the crowd, whose face instantly turned grim, wanting to say something but ultimately had to close his mouth, pushing aside people in front to come forward.
"It’s me." He said.
Huai Shi looked down at the wine bottle in his hand and suddenly asked, "Did you hear what I discussed with your boss before?"
The deputy nodded with a face ashen as iron.
"Very well, let’s do it that way then."
Huai Shi nodded, "As mentioned before, according to the Angry Luo Group’s boss’s last wish, half of the future earnings from this place will go to his group—calculate, how much for a one-off buyout?"
On the phone, after Takuma punched the calculator for a while, he said, "Based on previous earnings and estimates, within four years, excluding other shareholders and operating costs, under the most ideal conditions, the profits we can receive should be roughly around forty million US Dollars. Half of that is twenty-five million."
"Do we have enough on the account?" Huai Shi asked.
"The remaining payment from the Yamada Society arrived yesterday, so for now, we have sufficient funds." Takuma replied.
"Then send it over, a promise is a promise." Huai Shi propped his chin, casually waving his finger, "Get him a few more high monks, buy a few dharma names, find a good place, let him transcend peacefully."
After a brief silence, a crisp notification sound came from the pocket of the corpse on the ground.
Everyone lowered their heads.
Huai Shi waved his hand, indicating they could check assuredly. When the deputy pulled out his phone, he couldn’t help but gasp.
Dumbfounded.
The money had indeed arrived.
The deputy’s face grew ever more grim, struggling to lift his head to look at Huai Shi.
He didn’t believe the man before him was any righteous man or saint keeping his word, nor would he foolishly think he was a trustworthy good person.
But no matter how he thought, he couldn’t understand... why did he still find it necessary to do this?
In the dead silence, Huai Shi lifted the second bottle of Bourbon brought by the waiter, drinking on his own, suddenly asking, "Now, can this place be considered my property?"
The deputy stiffly swallowed his saliva, nodding.
"So, we’ve completed a deal then."
Huai Shi picked up another glass, placed it in his hand, and raised his hand to clink glasses with him, "Good deal?"
Those tranquil eyes silently watched him, waiting without a sound, until he could say nothing more and drained the wine in his glass, "Good deal..."
"Alright, now onto the second question."
Huai Shi leaned in his chair, looked down, gazing at his appearance, curiously asking:
"—Coming to my place, why haven’t you worn ties?"
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In the afternoon, before having recovered from the disputes over properties and territorial grabs, two bombshell news already spread to every member of the Alliance.
The first news was that the industry dispute between the Angry Luo Group and the Huaizhi Gang had been completely resolved, with the Angry Luo Group receiving twenty-five million from the Huai Zhisu People.
The Huaizhi Gang surprisingly conceded, actually bowed down quietly, obediently handing over the money.
For a while, the late Angry Luo Group leader’s reputation experienced unprecedented enhancement and elevation, this last deal truly worth it.
Every member of the Angry Luo Group shared this joy, holding red envelopes in hand, feeling proud for a moment.
By comparison, the second news seemed hardly worth mentioning.
—From now on, there would be no more Angry Luo Group.
Under the earnest urging of all leadership and unanimous approval and request from all members, everyone resolutely carried out the new leader’s order, then merged all territory, manpower, and assets of the Angry Luo Group under the Huaizhi Corporation.