Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 277: Whose Hand is it_1

Chapter 277: Chapter 277: Whose Hand is it_1

Argay had just reached the Meeting Room door when he reached out to open it.

Suddenly, with a loud "bang," the Meeting Room’s door was kicked open from the inside. Unluckily, he was standing right behind it, and the heavy wooden door slammed directly into his face!

Argay felt his nose sting, a warm flow trickled out - blood. "Suka Column!" he cursed, with tears welling in his eyes, "Have some decency! Is this how you open a door..."

He didn’t get to finish his sentence, as a barrel of a dark, ice-cold gun nearly poked into his mouth...

The door to the Meeting Room was thrown open, and a group of people appeared in the doorway.

The leader of the group was a young man in his twenties, wearing a crisp Suit, a white shirt without a tie. The top button of his shirt was undone, lending him a casual air.

Behind him stood approximately ten large, burly men in camouflage attire and black wool hats. Even more shocking was that each man was cradling an AK74 in his arms!

Panic ensued in the Meeting Room. Yekolyan, his confidants, and several staff members sent from Yukos Group headquarters, all stood up abruptly.

No one knew what was happening or why these people had barged in...

Gathering his courage, Yekolyan asked, "Who... Who are you!?"

It turns out that the hostile visitors were none other than Wang Ye, Anton, Xie Liaosha, and their crew!

Wang Ye stood at the entrance of the Meeting Room, casting a smile, and looking over everyone inside. Then he asked, "Where are the people from Yukos headquarters?"

Several staff members hurriedly bowed and signaled that they were the ones he was asking for.

Wang Ye nodded, and while stepping into the Meeting Room, said, "I’m Mr. Mikhail, the special assistant of Mr. Hofchinco. I’m here on behalf of Yukos Group’s headquarters to address the issue related to the oil fields!"

Beads of sweat immediately broke out on Yekolyan’s forehead, his worst fears were realized!

He had been worried these intruders would announce themselves as special assistants from Yukos, and real they turn out to be...

But he knew he couldn’t show this weakness. Otherwise, how could they continue the meeting?

Steel himself, he boldly said, "Mr. Mikhail, isn’t it rudely to barge in like this? Particularly since... this is our security manager, and look at what you’ve done to him!"

As he spoke, he pointed to Argay, who was still standing behind the door holding his bleeding nose.

At the same time, he signaled Argay with his eyes, encouraging him to spring into action!

This negotiation was clearly not going well. Whether it would swing in their favor depended on how hard Argay was willing to push back.

Argay clearly understood Yekolyan’s meaning, and regardless of his nose bleeding, he wiped it off hastily and hardened his expression.

"What’s the meaning of this! What are you planning to do! Don’t think that just because you have guns, you can do as you please! You must know, I have connections with the city bureau, and what you’re doing can be considered illegal carrying of firearms. Careful, you might end up behind bars!" Argay bravely threatened.

Seeing that Argay brought up his connections with the municipal office, it was quite clear to all present. Argay knew he couldn’t rely on his gang of hooligans against these men.

Laughable indeed. One look at the opponents’ bulk and the black glare of their AK74s, one could tell they were professionals.

His thugs wouldn’t have stood a chance against them. It would have been suicide...

Wang Ye frowned, turned to Sergei and asked with interest, "So... you are the security manager? The one who assaulted the headquarters staff last time?"

A chill ran down Sergei’s spine. He hurriedly tried to defend himself, "I didn’t assault anyone last time, they were messing up the normal workflow of the oil fields. I was just trying to persuade them to leave, they didn’t listen, and I had no choice but to..."

Before he could finish, Wang Ye cut him off, turning to ask the Yukos staff, "Did he assault you?"

The Yukos staff nodded vigorously, "Yes! It was him! He hurt us!"

Hearing this, Wang Ye casually gestured with his hand.

Behind him, Anton immediately understood and nodded at Xie Liaosha. They moved from both sides, grabbing Argay and lifting him in the air.

The two men were nearly two meters tall and Sergei, barely reaching one meter eight, was swept off his feet.

Sergei kicked in panic, demanding, "What are you doing? What are you planning to..."

But no one answered him, Anton, and Xie Liaosha pinned Sergei to the conference table, one grip each on his arms holding him down.

...

"What... what do you mean by this!? I’m the general manager of the Oil fields, at least for now! For you to randomly assault people, be careful, I might sue you!" Yekolyan gathered his courage to reproach Wang Ye.

He had to make his stand because if he didn’t say something now, he’d lose all control over the situation!

Ever since the Meeting Room’s door was kicked open, Yekolyan knew something was off. Because from that moment, the entire atmosphere was dominated by Mr. Mikhail.

Everyone on his side was in a state of shock and fear, clearly at a disadvantage...

Wang Ye responded, with a faint smile, "As the special assistant to the President of Yukos Group, I hereby announce that this security manager is fired! Thus, from this moment on, he no longer works for the Oil fields. Anton, it’s your turn."

Anton nodded, turned to the staff members from Yukos headquarters and asked, "Which hand did he use to assault you last time?"

The staff members shot each other puzzled looks, unsure of his question. Some said left hand, others said right.

Sergei, sensing danger, struggled desperately to free himself.

Unfortunately, the grip of Anton and Xie Liaosha was as strong as iron, holding him down, rendering him immobile.

Bending down to Sergei’s ear, Anton whispered, "I’ll offer you one chance, which hand did you use to assault them?"

"Hah... what are you trying to do! I warn you, don’t mess around!" Sergei was sweating profusely, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

"So you’re not going to say? Must be both hands then," Anton said, smiling.

"No, no, no... I’ll tell you, it was... it was my left hand!" Thinking on his toes, Sergei said, still unaware of what was to come. He had an ill premonition, however...

He barely finished his sentence when he heard a "thud."

Then, a severe pain coursed through his right hand. Glancing at it, he found a shiny knife stuck into his hand...

With a cry, he began screaming, his voice hoarse.

His screech sent chills down the spines of everyone in the room, making them tremble in fear...