Chapter 88: One Strike to Kill (Vote Requested!)

  The Middle Eastern gentleman's expression remained unchanged, but his tone had a slight change. He looked at Murong Cold Moon with a playful gaze and said: "Princess Murong, this is not very pleasant for you. With Princess Murong's financial resources, 500 million US dollars shouldn't be a big problem. I heard that last month, Princess Murong discovered a large oil field in the Middle Eastern desert region and secretly sold it to Merck Oil Company of the United Federation. That oil field reportedly earned the Murong Group over 3 billion US dollars, most of which was cash! I only want 500 million US dollars, it shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

  It is clear from the survey of Middle Eastern gentlemen that Murong Lengyue initially targeted the land in Molang area as part of the Murong Group's enclosure policy, but unexpectedly discovered a large oil field, with an investment of hundreds of millions of US dollars and a return of tens of billions of US dollars, with a return rate of 300 times.

  When they first bought that land, the top family members were almost unanimously opposed to it, because it was a place where birds wouldn't even leave their droppings, with sparse human habitation, and within two hundred kilometers of the Middle Eastern war zone. It was Mu Rong Cold Moon who overruled the opposition, eventually investing seventy percent personally and thirty percent from the family, just to secure the land.

  The Middle Eastern gentleman said that, and Murong Cold Moon was even more surprised in her heart. This Middle Eastern gentleman really did not live up to his reputation, and he actually investigated the affairs of the Murong Group so clearly. Although the price he mentioned was a bit low, it wasn't too low either. Moreover, under the current circumstances, she didn't have any room for resistance anyway.

  "Alright, but I'll need three to five days!" Murong Lengyue naturally wouldn't give up so easily, and being able to drag things out for a bit was still a gain.

  "No problem, you can hand it over whenever you want!" The Middle Eastern gentleman could see what Murong Cold Moon was thinking, but he didn't care. He had another big thing for Murong Cold Moon to do, and compared to the $5 billion, if he succeeded in that big thing, the benefits would be several times or even more than ten times that amount.

  When Mu Rong Cold Moon heard the Middle Eastern gentleman's response, her heart sank. Judging from his tone, it was clear that extorting 5 billion US dollars from her was not his goal. It seemed that extorting this 5 billion US dollars was just a casual move. What exactly did this Middle Eastern gentleman want to plot?

  For the Middle Eastern gentleman, Murong Lengyue didn't quite understand, but he could tell from his few words that the five billion dollars wasn't his true goal. Even someone as calm and composed as Murong Lengyue couldn't help but feel a little moved.

  "It seems that Mr. doesn't take this 5 billion dollars to heart, I suppose there are other things?" Murong Cold Moon said.

  "Murong Lengyue is indeed a name that lives up to its reputation, just this intelligence alone is enough to qualify her as the CEO of the Murong Group. I actually have another important matter to discuss with Princess Murong!" The Middle Eastern gentleman once again showed off his gentlemanly demeanor, which he thought was the most elegant and refined way to end someone's life, even when killing them.

  "What's going on?" Mu Rong Leng Yue regained her previous composure, as long as it wasn't a threat to her life, everything was fine.

  "I'd like to invite Princess Murong to travel with me for a few days, which will also be convenient for the princess to transfer funds. It's a win-win situation!" The Middle Eastern nobleman smiled and said, now that everything is under his control, there is no room for Murong Cold Moon to resist.

  "What if I say no?" Murong Lengyue said lightly, as if it had nothing to do with her.

  "It seems you can't say no now?" The Middle Eastern gentleman shrugged, while the two burly men beside him took a step forward, their submachine guns trained on Murong Cold Moon's direction, exuding an intimidating aura.

  Murong Lengyue sneered, saying: "I thought you were a real gentleman, but it turns out you're just like this!" Being coerced by someone for the first time and not having the ability to resist, Murong Lengyue naturally felt uncomfortable, so he had to find some comfort in his words.

  "I consider myself a gentleman, and that's all that matters. What others think of me is none of my concern." The Middle Eastern gentleman smiled elegantly, with an air of harmless innocence that made one want to punch him, though only in thought, of course.

  Wu Gongzi and Wu Shuang did not dare to make any sudden movements, as there were many people around, and the other side had a light machine gun. If someone on this side made even the slightest move, they would likely become a target immediately. Perhaps with their skills, the two of them could avoid being shot, but no one here, including Murong Lengyue, could avoid it.

  Murong Lengyue's reputation as a great philanthropist is renowned worldwide, with far-reaching influence. If something were to happen to her in Huaxia, it would undoubtedly cause a stir. Wu Xue naturally didn't dare make any rash moves. For now, the situation could only be waited out, although this wait seemed devoid of even the slightest glimmer of opportunity.

  "Shall we go, Princess Murong? I have been waiting for a long time!" The Middle Eastern gentleman made a polite gesture to Murong Cold Moon, which seemed to match his reputation on the surface.

  "Princess..." Wu Gongzi whispered, wanting to say something, but was stopped by Murong Lengyue: "Raise funds as soon as possible!" At this point, they could only listen to the orders of the Middle Eastern gentleman, without any room for resistance.

  Seeing Murong Lengyue walk over, the Middle Eastern gentleman was quite satisfied. The two warriors behind him came out, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiching Murong Lengyue in between. Only then did the Middle Eastern gentleman say to everyone in the conference room: "Gentlemen, ladies, my business is done. I hope I didn't disturb your meeting. You may continue!"

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  On the first floor business hall, Xiao Lin saw that Middle Eastern man with two subordinates went up the stairs, and he had already secretly calculated in his heart. There were only four robbers in the hall, who were now divided into four corners to keep watch. With their skills, Xiao Lin did not have the confidence to take down all four of them at once, especially the leader holding the Desert Eagle, whose skills were quite good and reaction was very agile.

  If they failed to kill their opponents with one blow, these bandits would open fire on the hostages in a frenzy after their companions were killed, and this was a responsibility that Xiao Lin could not bear.

  Xiao Lin was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the four robbers to have a slight relaxation, with the silver needle in her hand always placed in her palm, and her palms were almost sweating.

  At this time, the loudspeaker outside the door rang out: "The bandits inside, pay attention! You have been surrounded, put down your weapons and surrender immediately!"

  The bandit holding the shotgun walked disdainfully to the gate and opened it, firing two warning shots into the sky.

  "This is the chance!" Xiao Lin had been waiting for this opportunity, and finally he got it. He quietly activated the Nine Dragons True Energy, poured the energy into the silver needle, ready to kill with one strike!

  Xiao Lin waved her silver needle and shouted: "Hand over the ticket quickly, otherwise... hehehe!"