Infinite Ebullience -
Chapter 1051 - 29: Violent Dismantling (Three More, 10,000 Words)
Chapter 1051: Chapter 29: Violent Dismantling (Three More, 10,000 Words)
"I need a legal identity." As soon as Tang Zheng’s voice faded, Teng Yuangxiang, like a qualified personal assistant, had already made her way to the desk, tossing an envelope onto it. Several photos fell out, depicting Tang Zheng and his associates.
There was also a black leather suitcase. Teng Yuangxiang opened it to reveal neat stacks of US dollars that nearly dazzled Federer’s eyes.
This prominent lawyer was very wealthy, but that didn’t prevent his desire for more money. Without a second thought, he grabbed a stack and, with his fingertips, felt the bills before lifting them to his nose for a deep sniff, his round face beaming with a blissful expression.
"Is the money enough?" Tang Zheng sneered. This guy was truly revolting. Once the identity was taken care of, it would be time to send him on his way.
Without uttering a word, Federer was suddenly distracted by a scolding voice outside the door, followed by the security guard’s screams. Then he saw an Eastern woman with beautiful legs walk in.
"It’s handled." Pang Meiqin pulled out a handgun, pointing it at the secretary who was about to make a phone call, "Put down the phone."
The flustered secretary didn’t know what to do, looking towards her boss.
"Put the phone down," Federer coolly sat back down and began to negotiate, "It’s still not enough."
"The money seems to exceed the amount fivefold," Teng Yuangxiang snapped, furious that this man was clearly asking for the moon.
"No, the money’s fine, but the personnel isn’t enough." Federer’s greedy gaze fell first on Teng Yuangxiang and then slid over to Pang Meiqin. He swallowed hard, "I haven’t had a taste of such a fine Eastern woman in a long time."
No matter how many titles Federer flaunted, it could not conceal his inherently malicious nature. The brunette secretary was on the floor gathering papers when he suddenly kicked her hard in the waist, sending her sprawling forward.
"Idiot, how long do you need to pick these up? Every second of mine is worth hundreds of thousands of US dollars." Not waiting for Tang Zheng to respond, Federer began to rant and rave loudly, "Bastard, you’ve dirtied my shoes. Either scram or come over and lick them clean."
The secretary’s face turned pale, caught in a desperate struggle. Yet, she clenched her teeth and got up to leave.
"Bastard." Federer felt he’d lost face, suddenly charged out, grabbed the secretary by her brown hair and dragged her back, smashing her head hard onto the desk’s surface.
The secretary’s forehead instantly streamed with blood, but she still struggled, just about to cry out when Federer’s next words stuffed her mouth.
"You cheap woman, dare to steal company property and injure me? I’ll sue you so you end up in jail for life, never seeing the light of day again." Federer sneered menacingly.
"I didn’t," the secretary protested loudly in pain.
"Who are they going to believe, you, a slum girl, or me, a prominent lawyer?" Federer roared.
"If you change your mind, then you’ll be my personal secretary. I’ll give you lots of work and you’ll make a lot of money," Federer offered not only a stick but also a carrot.
"Get away from me, you demon." Tears streaming down her face, the secretary struggled even more fiercely.
Teng Yuangxiang ignored all this, taking a bottle of red wine from the adjacent cabinet and two goblets, placing them in front of Tang Zheng before pouring the wine.
"That’s enough, Federer. If you want to go mad, wait until my business is settled. I hate waiting on people." Tang Zheng, holding the wine bottle, smashed it furiously toward him.
Whoosh! The bottle flew by, grazing Federer’s head and nicking his ear, which hurt a lot.
"Go call Martin in, my personal lawyer can’t just take money and slack off. He could also serve as a witness." Tang Zheng looked at the secretary, "Do me a favor and bring another bottle of wine."
When Martin entered the room, he was taken aback by the chaotic scene, especially after catching Federer’s sinister glance, he instinctively averted his head.
"Heh, such a loser?" Federer slammed the secretary’s head hard against the table again, knocking her out, and tossed her away like a dead dog. Only then did he straighten his clothes and return to his seat, "How about now?"
"Hey, these Eastern women are not bad at all." Federer picked up the envelope, casually flipping through it while making insidious remarks, his eyes filled with greed and shamelessness, "I only wanted two women, but it looks like you’ve got quite the premium goods. Call them all to keep me company."
"Scum, have you even looked at yourself?" Teng Yuangxiang scoffed and spat out disdainfully.
"Heh, nice insult." Federer laughed boisterously and then fixed a malevolent gaze on Teng Yuangxiang, "Come here and make me comfortable, and then I’ll consider your identity issue."
The Beautiful Leg Stewardess and Teng Little Three scoffed coldly.
"You’ve got the time it takes to drink a glass of red wine to put on your show," Tang Zheng said, no longer intending to negotiate with the scoundrel. As soon as he finished the wine in his hand, he would resort to violence.
"You’re nothing but a bunch of stowaways, bluster all you want. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, I can make a phone call right now and have the police come to arrest you. You’ll spend a lifetime behind bars. If you prefer a different way to die, it’s no problem. I have a good relationship with the Corleone Family. They’ll have a hundred ways for you to die to choose from," Fei Lei ignored Tang Zheng’s threats, "I forgot to tell you, I’m a Merciful person, so the treatment you get is all the result of your own malicious actions."
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