My American magical life
Chapter 446 - 446 67 Toiling All Day or Leaping into the Abyss

446: Chapter 67: Toiling All Day, or Leaping into the Abyss?

(10,000 Daily Completed!)_3 446: Chapter 67: Toiling All Day, or Leaping into the Abyss?

(10,000 Daily Completed!)_3 Looking at Ai Guobei with tears streaming down his face, CEO Cheng knew this wasn’t the time for him to play the victim.

“Riel, if he wants to die, let him die; give him a hand,” he said.

CEO Cheng had long passed the point of no return.

He was very greedy, delusional about swallowing more than he could chew, but now he didn’t want to pay the price.

Old Ai, I went too far.

Perhaps one day I’ll stand on the dock, but for now, I must move forward.

“NO!

I don’t want to die!

Don’t come any closer!

I don’t want to die!”

Cheng Daqi had also made choices in this very basement.

That time, he won a most suffocating gamble and successfully ascended the ranks.

Today, he was once again at a crossroads, but things were ultimately different.

He had now become the Gru of the past, a perpetrator.

But Cheng Daqi was no longer conflicted or self-destructive.

The true strong are those who dare to make sacrifices, sacrificing themselves and those non-essential, unnecessary benefits, to create more wiggle room!

Then, from a desperate situation that seemed unlikely to turn the tide, they carve out the master stroke from the intricacies of the game!

(Adapted from Go terminology, where creating ‘breathing space’ in a tight game is crucial)

All indecisive and blind self-aggrandizing Asa boys will only mess everything up in the end.

(Gentle and powerful, but here it’s used ironically)

A world where everyone plays music and dances together doesn’t belong to the current Cheng Daqi—he can’t cope with it, nor can he shoulder it.

There’s only one chance, and only five years; he’ll stop at nothing!

When the goal justifies the means, mere mortals can become ‘saints’ without guilt, slaughtering thousands.

Religious fanatics, heroes dedicated to the cause—they belong to the same level in the realm of driving beliefs.

(Irrespective of morality, just a matter of scale)

Once Cheng Daqi found the key to justifying his goals, he dared to strike down his weaker self—becoming a saint was friggin’ harder than this for Cheng Daqi.

Because, you see, it’s quite hard for smart people to deceive themselves.

Temir admired CEO Cheng’s courage when facing Gru, and Zhao Hongjin admired CEO Cheng’s bravery when dealing with pettiness and darkness.

The true courage of CEO Cheng wasn’t either of these two; it was the choice he made here and now.

Now, he could finally step into the abyss with a cavalier attitude, temporarily play the role of a demon.

“Riel, he doesn’t want to die anymore, it’s okay,” said Cheng Daqi with a smile, stopping Riel from starting what would’ve been a slaughter; he knew all too well how Ai Guobei could grovel.

“Old Ai, I need you to do something for me.

Are you willing?” he asked.

“CEO Cheng, I am willing, I am!”

“Go to Accountant Jia, bite him, bite hard until it hurts, understand?”

“CEO Cheng, my teeth are not good, I…

”

“I’m telling you to write articles, make videos; I’ll help you promote them.

Show the same ferocity you had when biting me, bite him!”

“Ah?”

Ai Guobei dared not think that CEO Cheng had already become so formidable.

He bit Cheng Daqi once and almost died in America.

What if he bites Accountant Jia?

No, better not, this villain’s power is too great.

For now, the plan is to stabilize him first.

“Don’t worry, his Faraday’s future is now in Saint Rodu, his family too is in Saint Rodu; you’re just responsible for biting, no one will trouble you.”

The implications of Cheng Daqi’s words struck Ai Guobei all at once, and he quickly understood a great deal.

Like, why the LAPD brought him all the way here across states…

“Cheng Daqi, what the hell do you want to do?” Ai Guobei asked, shivering, concerned that he might get dragged into a murder case where the victim could be a well-known, um, billionaire.

“The more you know, the faster you die.

Your family’s lives are in your hands from now on.

Ha ha ha, good luck, Old Ai.”

Cheng Daqi had been playing the bad guy all day and had gained experience; his laugh now was even more sinister.

“CEO Cheng, I have money, I can give you one million three hundred thousand dollars; can you let me off in exchange?

I promise I won’t say a word when I get out!”

“Old Ai, you want to leave without a signed confession, a bit naïve, don’t you think?

I dare let you go, but would you really dare to leave?”

Silence.

Ai Guobei had fully experienced Cheng Daqi’s brutal side and was left speechless.

Yes, if he lets me go, would I really dare to leave?

No, I wouldn’t!