I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1357 - 929 Sacrificial Flags! (Request for monthly tickets!) _2

Chapter 1357: 929 Sacrificial Flags! (Request for monthly tickets!) _2

The manager appeared insane, eyes almost bursting.

Wei Yi laughed, finding it amusing.

Though it was understandable.

A cornered dog will leap over a wall.

When driven to a dead end, people will grasp at anything as a lifeline.

"Aim the cameras, record it all, everyone saw, it’s none of our business."

Wei Yi remained indifferent, casually bantering with the soldiers beside him.

"Don’t push me!"

The manager was completely out of control, and in extreme agitation, the dagger had already pierced Mr. Wei’s neck, drawing blood.

No doubt about it.

He’s definitely not pretending, faced with certain death, who would mind dragging someone else down with them.

"No one is pushing you, pay back your grievances and revenge, do whatever you want, cameras are rolling."

Wei Yi not only didn’t dissuade him but even encouraged him.

The stabbing pain in Mr. Wei’s neck intensified, and he frowned, knowing that at this moment threatening the manager who was scared out of his wits was futile and also aware that the other dared to go all out. With his life on the line, he was no longer calm, his urgent tone mixed with a hint of nervousness.

"Wei Yi, if something happens to me, you should be aware that your Allied Army will bear the serious consequences."

Wei Yi was dismissive, quickly responding, "Sorry, I’m not quite aware, perhaps Mr. Wei could enlighten me?"

Wei Yi knew where the other’s arrogance and insolence came from, glancing at the fully armed fierce soldiers.

"Your Allied Army may be strong now, but two fists can’t beat four legs. You understand the power of the Wei Family in Myanmar."

"So what?"

Wei Yi was nonchalant, "Mr. Wei, it seems you are talking to the wrong person. The one holding a knife to your neck isn’t me. It’s your subordinate."

Damn it!

If it weren’t for your acquiescence.

Earlier, when he rushed over with a knife, he had ample time to shoot him dead.

Of course.

Mr. Wei certainly wouldn’t be naïve enough to question the other, winners and losers, and people are but pawns, there’s nothing to say.

"I came to Ping Li to collect this quarter’s revenue. There’s still a few hours to go and this quarter’s performance can be completed. The money is right here, just short of a hundred million, you take it as if nothing happened."

A big shot is truly a big shot.

Extraordinary courage.

Ambitious outlook.

No dilly-dallying.

The manager wasn’t stupid. Holding Mr. Wei hostage, he didn’t rush to act, giving plenty of time for negotiations with the other side.

Have to say, this scene looked quite surreal.

"Mr. Wei is generous, but how can I trust your words?"

Wei Yi seemed moved.

Understandably so.

Men die for wealth, birds die for food.

Myanmar is in such chaos, ultimately, it boils down to one word, wealth.

Economic backwardness breeds a series of social issues, thus fostering crime, it’s a law.

If one could lead a stable and prosperous life, who would want to risk their life with violence?

A hundred million in Myanmar is definitely not a small amount, enough to make people lose themselves over money.

"I should be the one asking you that."

Mr. Wei coldly argued with a knife to his throat.

"True enough."

Wei Yi laughed, nodding, "Since Mr. Wei is so generous, I have nothing more to say, I can only thank Mr. Wei on behalf of our Allied Army brothers for this gift."

Wei Yi’s smile beamed.

"It’s getting late, Mr. Wei, shall we hurry up?"

"Take them."

Mr. Wei said.

The bloodied manager hesitated.

"You don’t want to die, right? Then take them to get the money!"

Mr. Wei said coldly, as if it weren’t him being held at knife point.

The manager slowly loosened the dagger.

"Go, get the money."

Wei Yi chuckled.

To mitigate risks, the fraud syndicate converts all ill-gotten gains into cash through various channels immediately.

Nearly a hundred million in cash, most people in the world probably haven’t seen, a troop of soldiers followed the manager to retrieve the money, taking three or four trips to load bags of cash into the off-road vehicles outside.

Wei Yi raised his hand.

The three dried corpses were also carried out.

Their hard-earned fruits were blatantly stolen, yet no one reacted.

After all, money is enticing, but you need to be alive to enjoy it.

"Mr. Wei, why don’t I help you deal with this traitor?"

After moving the money, Wei Yi said kindly, but in the manager’s ears, it sounded like the grim reaper’s whisper.

He immediately looked at Wei Yi angrily but didn’t curse.

Indeed.

Ants, how could they have the capital to bargain,

Mr. Wei, who should have been overwhelmed with rage, surprisingly did not accept Wei Yi’s offer.

He understood the other’s intentions.

Not even worth calling it instigation.

This was blatant mockery!

"No thanks, I will handle it myself."

Wei Yi smiled, "Not an outsider, Mr. Wei, no need to keep your distance from me."

With that said.

He drew a handgun from behind.

"Bang!"

The bullet shot out, slicing through the air, precisely and cunningly hitting the manager’s critical area between his legs.

The manager instantly bent over, unable to endure the excruciating pain, his face twisted, unable even to let out a scream, once again kneeling on the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

Mr. Wei did not feel any satisfaction from revenge, instead, his face turned pale with anger, "Wei Yi, what do you mean by this!"

Wei Yi calmly lowered the handgun.

"Mr. Wei, this is the right way to deal with traitors, don’t give them a shred of opportunity."