My American magical life
Chapter 646 - 646 111 Achilles So that's how you want to play it

646: Chapter 111 Achilles: So that’s how you want to play it?

646: Chapter 111 Achilles: So that’s how you want to play it?

Wolf Dracula was heated, and Temir was somewhat tense.

She and CEO Cheng had taken this game too far, and she feared it had gotten out of hand.

The status of this rising star in the Republican Party was much higher than that of Eris and Steven, but Wolf had similarly little room for choice.

People always have the power of choice, the only thing they can’t choose is whether to make a choice.

The common secular notion of freedom refers to the right not to do something.

Wolf did have the strength and reasons to refuse Cheng Daqi and Temir’s coercions, but there is a difference between what one can do and what one should do.

He could freely refuse to be threatened by Cheng Daqi, but he preferred to take the risk and steer the Dracula ship in the direction he cared about sooner.

The higher you go, the less freedom everyone has.

“You expose your teeth like hungry coyotes, and the process of inciting me to patricide seems so natural.

All I want to ask is, Chan, can you answer a question for me?”

Temir could feel Wolf’s anger, and there was worry in her eyes.

“Happy to serve you, my friend.”

Even CEO Cheng was leisurely enough to smile at Mi’er, seemingly not very concerned about Wolf’s attitude.

“Friend, alright, friend.

You and your woman were cornered by Achilles.

If I get involved with you, will I have to face Achilles with you in the future?

Chan, I’ve studied you; you like to risk little for great gain in business, and that’s good, no problem.

But what do you have left without Temir?

What do you have left without Caramacris?

Do you think that letting Eris set me up will end in mutually assured destruction, but have you considered that by playing this game you might be digging your own grave?

Do you think I’d stand here and be your scapegoat?”

Wolf Dracula brought up Achilles just as Mi’er had predicted.

CEO Cheng threatened him, and he threatened CEO Cheng back.

Wolf was not willing to back down at all.

“Achilles, Achilles, Achilles, each of you respects him, dreads him; indeed, he is extraordinary.

But I’m curious, Wolf, when you think of this man, is your head filled with visions of you kneeling at his crotch, sucking honey?

If so, then I regret to inform you, my friend, Achilles isn’t as perverse as you; he likes women!”

Cheng Daqi did not directly answer Wolf’s question but instead unleashed a barrage of insults.

“Also, you can casually say that without Temir I have nothing left, Wolf.

I’ll only ask you once, us or Achilles, pick one!”

Many things cannot be acknowledged, even when they do not develop as expected, one has to pretend everything is going smoothly.

We’re all adults here.

CEO Cheng couldn’t possibly bow his head and apologize to Wolf, saying ‘I was wrong, sorry.’ That would be absurd.

Choose!

CEO Cheng passed the decision back to Wolf who just sat across from him, staring, while Temir was so nervous that sweat beaded on her forehead.

‘Isn’t this how he treated me?’

Mi’er, finally realizing something was amiss while caught in the middle, noted that CEO Cheng had not given her any choices recently.

Cajoling, promising, threatening, Cheng Daqi was pulling her along with him in full force.

The dark-haired wealthy widow realized this, and her thoughts grew even more complex.

Meanwhile, seeing that CEO Cheng remained composed and even smiled in the face of Wolf’s pressure, Wolf gave up trying to pressure him.

This man is crazy!

He looked at Temir and found her distracted.

Wolf sneered and splashed the wine glass on the table in Temir’s face.

“Splash!”

Startled awake like a crazed cat, Mi’er shrieked.

“Fak, what are you doing!”

Wolf Dracula just asked.

“So, you’re willing to die with him?”

Without hesitation, Temir countered sharply.

“Yes, are you insane?”

Wolf indeed felt he was going mad.

The world was going mad.

The two of you are super-rich.

Isn’t it nice to exploit the working class as capitalist sharks?

Why the fuss?

“Riel, come on, give Mr.

Wolf a wake-up call!”

Honestly, CEO Cheng was shocked by Wolf’s beastly behavior.

He nearly lost his composure just now.

You really have no regard for women, do you?

Riel wasn’t going to be gentle, coming in with his arms around Wolf’s neck, aiming to give him a casserole punch massage.

“Let go of me, get out!”

The pressure from the erratic couple and Riel’s heavy hands triggered an adrenaline rush in Wolf.

He felt he needed to make a calm decision.

“I’ll give you an answer tomorrow, okay?”

Being splashed with wine, Temir restrained herself, which was already quite sensible of her.

Not one to mince words, the girl lashed out at Wolf, who liked to stir trouble.

“Idiot, the moment you hesitate, you’ve already made your decision, Wolf.

Are you pig-brained?”

Cheng Daqi smiled; the words were the same he had once said to Mi’er.

At the crucial moment of this game where they couldn’t afford to lose, Mi’er was cursing, Wolf was hesitating, and CEO Cheng was laughing.

“What do you plan to do?”

With no second option, Wolf Dracula had no choice but to join Cheng Daqi in the mire.

“Eris is covered in shit.

It’s a waste to put him to work; perhaps I should take care of your father myself.

Let me think…”

The gang leader, the street king, the big boss stirring up the West Coast’s criminal underworld—could be a good target for a waste utilization project.