My American magical life
Chapter 249 - 249 106 No!

249: Chapter 106: No!

I still have a chance!

(Thank you to the alliance leader, Nimble Giant~) 249: Chapter 106: No!

I still have a chance!

(Thank you to the alliance leader, Nimble Giant~) When it comes to shamelessness, Gru admitted that he was quite shameless himself.

But after witnessing Cheng Daqi fabricate tears out of nowhere, he realized for the first time that he was getting old.

The young ones these days have hearts too dark, he couldn’t compete anymore.

“I gave the order myself, to not lay a finger on him, just to avoid any misunderstanding with you.”

“I’m threatening you, I’m pressuring you, I have ill intentions toward you, I sure am a bastard, but we’ve already teamed up, I really don’t need to hassle your friend just to find out your secrets!”

Cheng, be a bit more sincere, and less of an act, okay?

“He’s still breathing right there, Cheng, don’t get agitated.”

Top-tier dirty cops meeting a drama king, Gru feared he wouldn’t be able to explain himself clearly even when he was right.

Hearing Gru’s words, Cheng Daqi seemed to awaken from his fear, touching Elder Li’s face.

Elder Li’s acting wasn’t bad either; he ‘just happened’ to wake up at that moment.

“CEO Cheng, I’m fine, just feeling a bit dizzy.”

Li Haiping guessed that Cheng Daqi intended to use his kidnapping as a pretext to seize the upper hand in the negotiation, or rather, the game of wits with Gru, so he conveniently provided an excuse.

“That’s good to hear, Elder Li, how could you be so careless walking, and even get rope wrapped around you?”

While sarcastically rebuking Gru, Cheng Daqi untied the ropes that bound Elder Li.

“CEO Cheng, I…”

After all, their Saint Rodu life didn’t come with a script, so Li Haiping didn’t react in time and missed Cheng Daqi’s cue.

Cheng Daqi stood up from a half-crouch, pulling Li Haiping to his feet.

Then he opened his mouth, ordering Jax and the others away.

“All right, enough said, Jax, right?

You take Elder Li to change his clothes.”

He needed a good talk with Gru.

The tactics of a top-tier dirty cop were too crude for his taste, he was rather disgusted by his ugly acting partner.

The two shared a love-hate relationship, always throwing sarcastic jabs at each other whenever they met, but that didn’t affect their basis for cooperation.

CEO Cheng was about to broaden Gru’s horizons!

“Boss?”

Jax heard Cheng Daqi’s words, but he was Gru’s lackey, not Cheng Daqi’s, it wasn’t Cheng Daqi’s place to issue orders to him.

The dirty cop hesitated slightly, then made a decision.

“Go ahead, make sure they’re all well taken care of; they are guests after all.”

Today’s scene was started by Jax; he had noticed Elder Li sneaking around and then extracted the issue from the details he observed.

For Gru, his subordinate brought him an opportunity, so he thought he’d take a swing at it, to try and see what little secrets Cheng Daqi might be hiding.

But Chen Zihao’s questioning didn’t yield anything substantial about Cheng Daqi, which felt a bit like a fruitless return.

Moreover, Cheng Daqi’s response today was both firm and composed, even fake wailing in front of him, showing not the slightest sign of submission.

It was as though Gru threw a punch, and Cheng Daqi immediately slapped him back.

After all, CEO Cheng was no longer the CEO Cheng of the past; he certainly wasn’t afraid of Gru’s threats.

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Jax took Elder Li away, leaving Cheng Daqi and Gru alone in the deserted factory.

Gru sat on a low stool, fiddling with the barbecue, while Cheng Daqi stood behind him, silently observing.

A smart person’s silence isn’t without meaning, and in his chats with Temir, they often used silence to accumulate power.

Gru wasn’t accumulating power; at the moment, he was actually a bit numb.

Generally speaking, he wouldn’t be foolish enough to conflict with any senator’s family, and those from senatorial families wouldn’t bother him without cause.

He was just an ordinary local cop; aside from being a bit too cunning, audacious, smart, and having a few more subordinates, he really had no other virtues.

But Cheng Daqi, damned if he didn’t act as if he had a death wish, showing up as if prepared to blow up both himself and Gru, always baring his teeth and sneering like a mad dog.

Gru had accepted his lot, his plan being that Cheng Daqi was a promising talent; once the woman named Temir dumped him, he’d pull Cheng Daqi under his wing.

Yet, following today’s sudden clash, the dirty cop realized that someone like Cheng Daqi could only be collaborated with, not controlled.

Seeing Cheng Daqi, Gru felt like he was looking at himself.

When he was in his twenties, he was a bit like Cheng Daqi.

Not high in status, not abundant in resources, but unmistakably defiant, with people willing to follow him.

So now he truly didn’t know how to deal with Cheng Daqi, but surely he couldn’t actually play along with this upstart’s idea of an equal partnership, could he?

If I’ve clawed my way up till today, am I really going to collaborate with this little prick who challenges me?

Wouldn’t my entire struggle have been in vain?

“Last time you said this was a shooting range, got a gun?

I’d like to give it a try.”

CEO Cheng replayed all the details since he’d met Gru twice in his mind, then broke the silence.

He had figured out the problem the dirty cop might be facing now.

Seasoning the meat well, Gru flipped it over, then turned his head, puzzled, toward Cheng Daqi.

“Why bring this up all of a sudden?

This house is already yours, so the gun cabinet’s been emptied too.

But the targets are still there.

If you want to have a go, here, try with this.”

Gru handed his own pistol to Cheng Daqi with ill intent.

RSH-12.7, the largest caliber assault revolver.

I hope it breaks your wrist with one shot, Little Deng!

Cheng Daqi didn’t understand shooting; he only brought up the topic as a probe.

Gru’s reason for gifting him the house had always been a point he couldn’t figure out.