Otto looked at Iron King, whose face was filled with displeasure. He thought to himself, *I fucking taught you so much, and you can't even do this properly. What right do you have to be angry?*
Otto gritted his teeth and said, "You've got the wrong person!"
Fyren hurriedly interjected, "Mr. Iron, I'm not one for nonsense, so I won't say anything if I'm delayed. Just give me a straight answer—can I sign the contract today?"
"Yes!" Iron King immediately replied, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."
Otto was about to explode: "What do you mean 'yes'? Have you even figured out what's going on here?"
Iron King flew into a rage: "Get the hell out of here! I've been putting up with you for a long time!"
Otto's eyes widened in disbelief—how dare a mere Northern Rudder like Iron King speak to him like this!
"What did you just say? Say it again."
Iron King was half-furious, clearly struggling to suppress his anger. He grabbed Otto by the collar and lowered his voice: "You little bastard, I came here today on a mission. If I didn't have to cooperate with our young master's act and pretend to be a civilized businessman, I would've dragged you outside and beaten you senseless for thirty minutes straight!"
"You fucking—"
"I'm warning you—our young master is a heavenly genius, a hero of the world. Look at him!"
Iron King gripped Otto's chin and forced him to turn toward Fyren.
"Our young master is suave, peerlessly handsome, dignified, surrounded by beautiful women, and blessed with endless fortune. Now look at yourself!"
Iron King continued furiously, "Just by your demeanor, anyone can tell you're a hollowed-out wreck, a pampered lapdog, reeking of a pathetic loser. You're the vice president of the fucking Qingfeng Group? Meanwhile, the actual president is in our young master's arms, cooing and begging for his affection. How dare you oppose our young master again and again—do you have a death wish?"
"I—"
"If you know what's good for you, you'll obediently serve our young master like a horse carrying his shoes—maybe then you'll still be of some use. If you keep messing around with me, I'll kick you to death!"
Otto trembled with rage.
"You fucking—"
Iron King roared, "Get the hell out of here now!"
Otto could no longer hold back and bellowed, "Open your fucking eyes and look properly! I'm your fucking young master!"
Iron King froze and glanced at Fyren.
Fyren panicked internally, but on the surface, he remained indifferent, slumping back in his chair with his eyes closed.
Eliza rubbed Fyren's thighs in a massage, while Xena plucked a grape from the fruit plate and fed it into his mouth. Fyren didn't even bother to open his eyes.
Iron King laughed. "Kid, if you want to pretend to be a big shot, you'd better take a piss and look at yourself in the puddle. You? My young master?"
He pointed at Fyren. "See, that's what a real young master looks like! Surrounded by beauties, acting domineering without a shred of doubt—that's the true bearing of a young master! You? Go home and eat shit!"
Otto clutched his chest. "You—this—fucking—can't you see he doesn't even know kung fu?"
"That's the young master's tactic! Deliberately playing weak—if he wanted to move, he'd slap you into powder in seconds. Powder, you understand?"
"His demeanor? At a glance, he's just a playboy, an uneducated, spoiled rich second-generation waste…"
"That's precisely my young master's disguise! Of course trash like you wouldn't understand! Deception is an art, a profound study. The more powerful a man is, the more he must act unorthodox, the more he must seem cynical and frivolous. Now look at you—so anxious you look like you're holding back two tons of piss in your bladder. You dare pretend to be my young master?"
"You—!"
The two of them laid out their identities plainly, their cards on the table.
Meanwhile, Eliza saw right through Otto's true nature.
Oh, so this is his game. To annex the Leng family, Otto had gone to great lengths. He'd lied to her father, claiming he could secure consortium investments—even offering a mere one percent interest on a $5 billion loan.
Anyone with investment sense knew that for such a massive sum, a one percent rate was practically losing money!
It was like handing over $5 billion in capital for others to profit from while he got scraps.
What kind of fool would do that?
And yet, her father had believed him. Pathetic. Desperate. Completely lost his mind.
If not for Fyren, she might never have realized just how sinister Otto truly was.
Xena, too, muttered to herself:
This guy is vile! He's from his own organization, yet he's pretending to be some big-shot investor just to put on a show.
But it made sense—this was how he'd gained the Leng family's trust. On the surface, it was a business investment. In reality? He was after the Leng family's hundreds of billions in assets.
Invest $5 billion, seize control of Qingfeng Group's management rights, and then—step by step—he could nibble away at the Leng empire… or even swallow it whole.
This guy is sinister and has a strong background. Fyren's caution is justified - we have to be very careful.
Fyren doesn't want to drag this out any longer. He needs to hurry up and end things here.
"Mr. Iron, is this ever going to end? How long are you going to keep talking to him? Did I ask you to come here to chat with a fool?"
Iron King hurriedly replied, "I'm sorry, Fyren. We'll sign right away."
Fyren stood up. "Tomorrow morning, go to Dasheng Group and sign with my general manager yourself. You're wasting my time."
As Fyren stood up to leave, Iron King quickly said, "Okay, okay, sorry for delaying you. Take care, Fyren. Fyren, take care..."
Otto thought to himself that it was fortunate there was no ready contract on their side, otherwise... this five billion dollars would have been a total loss.
Otto pointed at him. "You're something else, aren't you? You're really something!"
Iron King glared at Otto. "Listen here, Long. I've got you marked now. I guarantee you won't live to see the end of this month. Just wait and see."
...
As soon as Fyren got in the car, he urgently told the driver, "Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!"
The car sped off. Fyren breathed a sigh of relief but kept looking back to see if they were being followed.
Xena smiled and said, "Fyren, did you enjoy yourself back there? Two beautiful women serving you - you must have been very comfortable, weren't you?"
Fyren looked at her. "Have you lost your mind? Can't you see how dangerous that was? That Otto is a dangerous man, and Iron King and those four big guys are murderous thugs. Comfortable? Damn it!"
Eliza gruffly added, "Fyren, even if it was just an act, you and Xena went too far, didn't you? Was it really necessary to go that far? Tell me honestly - did you secretly enjoy it?"
Fyren looked at Eliza in shock. "Is that really what you're focusing on right now?!"
At that moment, Xena's petite frame climbed into the front row and plugged what looked like a flash drive into the USB socket. She climbed over the armrest box, still wearing her JK uniform with its short student skirt, her round, firm little buttocks visible along with a glimpse of white underwear...
Fyren stared directly at the view under Xena's skirt, completely entranced. His mouth moved mechanically as he muttered, "I'm on business... how could I think about such things... it was all just an act... I wasn't even..."
Eliza grabbed Fyren's chin and turned his face toward her. "What are you looking at?!"
"Huh?!" Fyren snapped back. "No, I wasn't peeking at Xena's white panties!"
Xena, having climbed back up, told the driver, "Turn on the multimedia stereo." Then she glared at Fyren, her face red. Fyren, embarrassed, hurriedly explained, "I didn't see anything... just a little bit... it wasn't on purpose... it was just the angle at that moment..."
"Okay, listen."
At this moment, Otto and Sherry's conversation played through the multimedia stereo.
"That stupid bastard!" Otto's angry voice rang out. "How dare he scold me when he can't even recognize his own master!"
Sherry calmly responded, "My subordinate can eliminate him and vent Young Lord's anger."
"Killing him is useless! I need the money in his hands - I need that five billion dollars!"
Sherry said, "This subordinate will go and take it back for Young Lord!"
Otto sounded depressed. "If I could just rob him, why would I go through all this trouble? I need him to willingly cooperate with me so I can pretend in front of Elton Leng! Only then can I replace Eliza as president of Qingfeng Group and ultimately take control of the Leng family's entire assets!"
Sherry replied, "It's just the Leng family. Why bother with such complications? We could simply use some methods and—"
Otto paused before laughing in exasperation. "Sherry, you're a genius with the sword. But things here aren't that simple. Not everything can be solved through brute force like martial arts."
"What I want is a fully functional Qingfeng Group. I want the Leng family to submit to me willingly and become part of my consortium. Only then can I step back later while they continue working diligently to make money for me, serving as my financial backbone. Sure, we could take them by force, but who would actually run Qingfeng Group afterwards? You? Me?"
"And Eliza must be mine! She absolutely must become mine! Such a stunning beauty can never belong to anyone else! Once Eliza becomes my woman and falls hopelessly in love with me, controlling her will be the same as controlling all of Qingfeng Group."
Sherry sighed. "This subordinate doesn't understand such matters. Young Lord need only command, and this subordinate will act."
Otto said gloomily, "I have a plan to turn the tables!"
Zee-!
A sudden popping noise came from the stereo, followed by a whistling sound.
Xena said glumly, "We've been detected."
Fyren looked at Xena. "You've been eavesdropping, huh?"
"Uh-huh." Xena replied smugly. "I heard all of Zaring's conversation in the car urging you to cover up the fake drug scandal."
Fyren's expression drifted. "Oh! So you knew I would definitely destroy the drugs, and you purposely said you approved of me continuing to sell counterfeits?"
Xena laughed.
Truthfully, he and Zaring hadn't discussed destruction at all in the car. But he had to admit to this version, because otherwise there was no way to explain how he could be so certain Fyren wouldn't secretly continue selling fake pills.
Could I possibly tell him I can hear his thoughts all the time? That would scare him away.
"Yeah yeah," Xena said. "That's why I knew that you, although you seem to have a lewd appearance, frivolous demeanor, a brain that lacks wiring, and you're horny as hell - when it comes to matters of right and wrong, you're actually quite decent."
Eliza also smiled gratefully. "I watched that launch too, and I think you're doing the right thing."
[Isn't this over? The girls overheard that conversation - they'll never fall for Otto now. How do we wrap this up?]
[The problem is they all think I'm some kind of good guy... since when was I that virtuous!]
Fyren felt utterly depressed. "Anyway, this matter will be exposed soon. If Otto doesn't come after me, Iron King certainly will. So all of you should leave."
Eliza said, "We could join forces and deal with both Otto and that Iron King."
Xena glanced at Eliza. For once, she was looking at the bigger picture. "Yes, judging by the situation, his targets aren't just the Leng family. Our Xu family, even the Chen family - we're all within his scope. After taking down the Lengs, he'll move against either the Xu or Chen family next."
Fyren wanted to cry internally.
[Whatever his goals or plans may be, I'm basically a dead man walking. If you stick with me, ladies, you'll only catch bad luck.]
Fyren sighed. "Regardless, you're better off staying away from me. Get out of the car and go handle your own business."
When Eliza started to speak, Fyren cut her off impatiently. "Get out!"
"But we—"
"What's this 'we' nonsense!" Fyren shouted. "I'm me, you're you. You damn troublemaker - haven't you caused me enough grief already?"
Even knowing Fyren was deliberately driving her away, Eliza couldn't tolerate being berated like this. She pushed the car door open. "Fyren, you just don't trust me at all!"
As the door slammed shut, Xena laughed. "Should've left ages ago. Still think Fyren will keep fawning over you? Stupid woman."
"You too - get out."
"Huh?"
"I said you leave too! And don't ever show your face around me again!"
"Who do you think you are, yelling at me like this?"
"Like it or not!" Fyren's eyes blazed. "Got a problem with that?!"
Tears welled in Xena's eyes. "You liar! You're lying to everyone! You obviously like me!"
"I can't stand the sight of you! Get lost!"
Xena burst into tears and stumbled out of the car.
Fyren sighed, hanging his head as he massaged his temples.
[Well... I'm dead.]