My American magical life
Chapter 749 - 749 22 The Women of America

749: Chapter 22: The Women of America 749: Chapter 22: The Women of America Time is the most merciless thing in this world, countless heroes who once suppressed their age could not withstand the ravages of time, and in their old age were used as stepping stones and played with by others.

Old Crusoe looked at the few youngsters sitting opposite him and found himself feeling powerless from deep within.

Wolf Dracula, in his early thirties, the Sect Leader of the Dracula Family.

Temir Kalamakris, in his twenties, with a net worth similar to his own, and born into a distinguished family.

Cheng Daqi, well, better left unsaid.

In any case, Old Crusoe, who had been tortured by the Little Dengs, felt somewhat wistful deep down.

He had once been young, vibrant, and filled with boundless ambition.

“Where does your confidence come from?”

Wolf didn’t speak; his gaze moved between Cheng Daqi and Mi’er, watching the dynamics between this despicable couple.

“Mr.

Crusoe, Chief Glu is our man, and it was I who ordered Glu to capture your son,”

The black-haired rich woman dropped a bomb right away, causing Old Crusoe’s mouth to hang open in shock.

Well, well, you really don’t hold back, do you!

Heroes coming from Little Deng, huh?

“Not only your son, but Wolf’s assistant, Eris, has also been captured.

If you don’t believe me, you can ask Wolf?”

Mi’er continued her assault, though Crusoe was aware of this.

However, the black-haired rich woman’s words were so shocking that the old man didn’t immediately grasp their significance.

He asked, somewhat astonished,

“So, Glu is yours, but that day it seemed…

So, was this a scheme planned in advance?

Do you dare to do this on California Clique territory, was it arranged by your brother?”

Finally on track, CEO Cheng felt a slight easing of the tension he had been holding inside.

Old Crusoe had been scheming in California for so many years, amassing a fortune worth billions, and he did have some discernment.

“No, it was my arrangement.”

A chill was evident in Mi’er’s tone, as she still felt Old Crusoe was looking down on her.

Yes, she had bowed her head to Achilles, but her current relationship with Achilles was one of partnership, not subservience.

A twenty-billion-Dollars empire wasn’t a gift; the price Mi’er paid was not to compete with Achilles for the inheritance!

Her boy had painstakingly pushed the two to this point for a reason, and it was not to dress others for a wedding!

There was no so-called God above them; everything they had today was won at great risk!

“You, how could you…”

“Crusoe, you’d better think clearly before you speak.

We’re willing to give you an opportunity, but that doesn’t mean you are entitled to talk nonsense,”

CEO Cheng’s arm brushed against Wolf, who reluctantly acted as their tool.

He was in a bad mood.

Cheng Daqi and Mi’er were even more ruthless in their actions than he was, and now they even wanted to remotely control him to become their agent within the California Elephant Party.

With a net worth in the hundreds of billions, who did Wolf Dracula think he was?

This was the grand illusion in the depths of Wolf’s heart, but upon further reflection, he realized that Cheng Daqi was truly worthy.

The knife held by Glu was theirs, the California Elephant Party needed the support of the Republican Party, Achilles had secured the Republican Party, and Mi’er was Achilles’s sister.

After all the calculations, Wolf sadly realized that for the moment, he could only be their instrument.

Especially since CEO Cheng occasionally tugged at that metaphorical leash—the unfortunate Eris hung like a sword over Wolf’s neck, leaving him feeling helpless.

Despicable couple!

“Wolf, are you joking?

I thought the mishandling by Glu was ordered by Niu Sen or someone from California Clique, but it turns out it was the two of you novices who did it.

Ha, young people, America is not yours to command yet!”

When Crusoe said ‘the two of you’, he was actually referring to Mi’er and Wolf.

The old man must have understood Wolf’s threat, but he still said what he did, making a statement.

The Crusoe family was also a well-known wealthy local family in California; Crusoe used to dare to lash out against Niu Sen without hesitation because he had that kind of confidence.

Unfortunately, CEO Cheng and Mi’er were not bound by the rules like Niu Sen was.

Facing the old man’s arrogance, Mi’er sneered coldly and looked toward Cheng Daqi.

Under Old Crusoe’s bewildered gaze, Cheng Daqi nodded at Danze by the door, then gestured towards Old Crusoe.

“Let him understand the situation.”

To the likes of Old Crusoe, Little Black Brother never held back.

In less than two seconds—and before Old Crusoe could react—Little Black gave the capitalist a little shock from the lower class.

“Bang!”

The first punch landed just below Old Crusoe’s left shoulder blade—Danze was careful not to accidentally kill the old man.

“Bang!”

The second punch hit Old Crusoe in the chest; Danze handled him like a swine ready for slaughter, his movements casual and fluid.

“No!

Please, no more!”

“Bang!”

Another punch, CEO Cheng gave no command to stop, so naturally, Danze didn’t stop.

As a confused warrior, he found a long-lost joy in battering the capitalist.

The black-haired rich woman signaled amusingly for Wolf to pour her a drink; she was not inclined to give any face to this double-dealing cur at the moment.

Beating up Crusoe was meant as a message for Wolf.

Violence, at this moment, was not about legality but a means of displaying determination and courage.

So you don’t respect us, huh?

Let me show you!

There were some areas in which CEO Cheng and Mi’er were lacking in consideration for Wolf, but overall, Wolf was making a fortune.

What makes you think you can betray us?

Because your name is Dracula?

Then witness, witness how we deal with this arrogant old man!