Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1052 - 29: Violent Dismantling (Part 2, Ten Thousand Words)

Chapter 1052: Chapter 29: Violent Dismantling (Part 2, Ten Thousand Words)

"Mercy? This blood-soaked rhetoric has no persuasive power at all." Martin felt disgusted. Is this the face of a great lawyer? He thought if he were in this position, he would never be like this.

"Meiqin, it’s up to you." Tang Zheng poured himself another glass of wine.

"What? Made up your mind? Untie my pants first!" Seeing Pang Meiqin enter with a smile, Federer turned his chair toward the Beautiful Leg Stewardess, leaning back against the chair.

Suddenly, Pang Meiqin lifted her leg, stretching it straight out, then chopped down like a battle-axe, heavily smashing onto Federer’s head.

A sound like an egg breaking resounded, and Federer, like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, tumbled off the chair, screaming in agony, his face distorted.

The secretary and Martin, watching Federer curled up in pain, felt a chill down their spines.

Pang Meiqin casually grabbed one of Federer’s arms, pressed it onto the table, and then pulled out a dagger, positioning it atop his pinky finger.

"Don’t!" As he felt the blade slice through his skin, Federer pleaded desperately, not wanting to become a cripple.

Pang Meiqin looked toward Tang Zheng, and, receiving no instruction, did not hesitate to make the cut.

Federer screamed in pain, watching his little finger fall onto the office desk.

"Let’s play a game. Every five minutes, I will take one of your fingers unless you get my legal identity sorted out." Tang Zheng stood up, wine glass in hand, and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling city below, and said with a smile, "Nice view."

"I’ll do it, I’ll do it." Watching Pang Meiqin place the dagger on his ring finger, Federer shrunk back in fear and quickly acquiesced, but inside, he was seething with rage. As soon as he got free, he would pay them back double, make them die; one legal identity was worth nothing. Even if you’re citizens, you’ll still tremble at my feet.

The secretary, terrified, had never seen anyone dare to go on a rampage in Federer’s office and hurt him like this. These Easterners were done for; with Federer’s vindictive nature, they were sure to die a miserable death.

Martin’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably. He took this as an intimidation tactic by Tang Zheng and became even more compliant.

"Call the Chief Inspector Phil and tell him an old friend is looking for him, and send these photos over too." Federer roared at his secretary. How could this dumb woman not know to call the police when she had the chance? Truly beauty without brains.

"You handle the fax, you make the phone call. I want the legal identity in my hands within twenty minutes," Tang Zheng ordered without looking back, calling to Martin, "Write up a few resumes. That shouldn’t be too hard for you, right?"

"No problem." This was an opportunity to showcase his abilities, and Martin wouldn’t miss it.

"No need for that. Even if your backgrounds are pitch black, I can clean them up for you." Even in pain and sweating profusely, Federer’s tone dripped with pride. That was his influence; he was exerting indirect pressure on Tang Zheng, but the group leader didn’t care at all.

To save his fingers, Federer was very zealous. Without any pleasantries, he made the phone call, instructing Phil to get to work. The two had a good relationship, and the attorney had some dirt on Phil as well, so there was no pressure in using him, and his tone was far from respectful.

After the secretary sent the photos, she waited on the side, nervous. She wanted to leave but didn’t dare.

"Just wait. In at most ten minutes, your identification and records will arrive." Federer glanced at the chair. "May I sit?"

"Go stop her bleeding." Seeing the brown-haired secretary still unconscious and covered in blood, Tang Zheng asked Big Butt to tend to her. As for Federer, he was completely ignored.

Bored, Teng Yuangxiang’s eyes shifted, and she released Soul Shatter on the secretary.

"You are my slave, now do as I say."

As her mind was in turmoil and her will was weak, the big-bottomed secretary was easily controlled. With a vacant look in her eyes, she walked toward Tang Zheng, stripping off her professional outfit as she did so.

"Hmm?" Tang Zheng frowned as he saw the secretary’s silhouette from the floor-to-ceiling window, and when he turned around, she embraced him fully.

"Teng Yuanxiang, what are you doing? Make her go away!" Tang Zheng shouted in anger, pushing the secretary away.

Teng Little Three stuck out her tongue, told the secretary to step aside, and then released the control. A few seconds later, the secretary came to her senses.

A faint smell of blood permeated the air, and the atmosphere was silent.

"Five minutes are up," Pang Meiqin suddenly spoke up, and without waiting for Federer to beg for mercy, she chopped off one of his fingers.

"You crazy woman, I said it would take at most ten minutes for me to come, so why break my finger?" Federer was furious. Seeing Pang Meiqin about to strike again, he hurriedly begged for mercy, "Okay, I was wrong, I’ll make a phone call, I’ll hurry them up!"

"You know about demon knowledge too?" Federer asked after hanging up the phone, recalling the secretary’s strange behavior moments before.

"What is that?" Tang Zheng countered.

"No, it’s nothing." Federer was astute in reading expressions; one glance at Tang Zheng’s face and he knew he was clueless, cursing himself inwardly for speaking too much.

"You’re not very honest, it seems you need some punishment. Meiqin, how about carving a cross on his forehead?" Tang Zheng spoke indifferently.

"Don’t, I’ll talk." Federer, seeing the dagger pressed against his forehead, nearly wet himself from fear, "It is said that there is a magic array in the underworld that can summon demons, and whoever gets it can gain power and wealth."

Federer was cunning and deceitful, mixing truth with lies in his words, and his facial expressions were quite convincing, getting him by.

"Yuanxiang, go outside and wait to take over the files, and don’t forget the hardship fee." Tang Zheng was worried that Sekiya Ganta might make a mistake, so he sent Teng Yuangxiang out instead.

Seven minutes later, Teng Yuanxiang came in with a stack of brown file folders.

"Martin, come check these and see if there’s anything amiss," Tang Zheng, not understanding the natives’ documents, had to rely on a professional.

"No problem, it’s perfect," Martin checked them one by one, full of admiration, "They obviously do this sort of thing frequently."

"Are you satisfied now? May I have a glass of water? I have a heart condition." Federer made a request, worrying that these people might kill after succeeding, so he was devising a strategy to cope.

"Sure, give him a glass of water." Then Tang Zheng continued to flip through the files bearing his own photo, contemplating ways to design Federer’s death. This guy was sure to seek revenge; thus, this identity was entirely useless. Only with his death could it be legitimized.

Pang Meiqin let go of Federer, not having to guard against such a native, as she could handle him single-handedly.

Seizing a moment when Tang Zheng was distracted, Federer took out a pill, dropped it into the cup of water where it dissolved immediately. Before he could drink it, he began to berate the secretary.

"Are you trying to scald me to death? How can this water be drinkable?" Federer, livid, grabbed the big-bottomed secretary’s hair and pressed the cup to her mouth, forcing the water down her throat.

Due to the accumulated prestige of the big-shot lawyer, she did not dare to resist. Once the water with the demon pill made its way into her stomach, it took immediate effect.

The secretary roared, her body demonized, and she lunged at Tang Zheng.