Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 178 - 166: In Silence_2

Chapter 178: Chapter 166: In Silence_2

Shaman thought to himself that this was indeed the way to do it.

Shaman sighed softly and then looked at Feng Biao’s leg. After hesitating for a moment, he whispered, "Maybe you should stop the bleeding."

The posture of a hegemon, ruthless and decisive, meticulous and daring to break new ground—this was Shaman.

Shaman was no fool, no dummy, but the reason he was caught in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat, was that six men couldn’t protect him in front of one unarmed person.

Just because of this, he was helpless until he could be one hundred percent certain that the bomb was fake.

It wasn’t about the one percent or the one-tenth of one percent chances, let alone the one in ten thousand chance—Shaman didn’t want to bet.

The key thing was there was no need to gamble, so why gamble at all?

If given time, Shaman believed he could definitely become a great leader.

So, Shaman decided to end this ridiculous crisis in the most secure way possible.

Feng Biao heard everything.

So Feng Biao nodded subconsciously and then whispered, "I’ll wait for the boss to land."

Feng Biao had threatened Shaman with his own death, but now he couldn’t die, and Shaman didn’t dare to let him.

Shaman pointed at Feng Biao and said sternly, "Call your boss, tell him that if he dares to give... if he dares to give Abdulla to someone else, I’ll kill them at any cost!"

Feng Biao’s mouth twitched, then he whispered, "No threats now. We don’t take kindly to that. I’ll call the boss. Keep it cool. We don’t want to be mortal enemies with you, so we won’t go to extremes."

It was time for Feng Biao to comfort Shaman.

Before Feng Biao could make the call, Gao Yi made the call first.

"Brother Feng, we have taken off. Now turn on the speakerphone so others can hear."

Feng Biao activated the speakerphone.

Over the phone, Gao Yi loudly said in English, "While we still have a signal, let me say this quickly. Abdulla is in my hands. If you die, I’ll let him take a bunch of people down with you. I’ll give Abdulla to those interested in him, like the CIA or Harold’s friends and brothers. I think the intelligence Abdulla has is worth some money, and that money can serve as your condolence money."

Feng Biao cheerfully said, "No need, no need. My brothers can just split the money. I’ve made enough."

Shaman shouted, "Enough! Let me talk to him!"

Shaman didn’t care about the bomb anymore; he walked over to Feng Biao and snatched the phone, then whispered, "Hello... hello!"

"Hello, Your Highness."

"You’ve really angered me, but although I’m angry, I’m still rational. Let’s make a deal. I’ll return your men to you. You send Abdulla back, and let’s end this matter."

Gao Yi hesitated not one bit and said, "Of course, I’d like that, but how can I be sure you’ll keep your promise?"

"I..."

Looking at Feng Biao, Shaman suddenly said, "I don’t have time to waste on small fry like you. Just ensure Harold stays out of the country forever, and I can assure you I won’t kill any of you. But if he causes trouble abroad or tries to come back, I’ll wipe out all of you!"

Gao Yi was still hesitating.

That’s when Feng Biao said, "Let me speak to the boss for a moment."

Shaman handed the phone back to Feng Biao.

Feng Biao took a breath and then said seriously, "Boss, His Highness is a warrior, truly fearless of death. No matter how I threatened him, even when I aimed a gun at his head, His Highness wouldn’t compromise, not even a single soft word. I really can’t scare him."

It was the truth, and truth didn’t count as flattery; it was an honest sentiment from someone who genuinely sought death, an earnest admission.

Feng Biao continued earnestly, "His Highness wasn’t afraid of death itself, but he was worried about the safety of his men. Boss, His Highness’s stubbornness made me despair. I really thought I was done for. But to save his men, His Highness was willing to compromise with us, with us lowlifes, us scum. What does that tell you?"

Shaman looked a lot better; his gaze towards Feng Biao was tinged with gratitude, then admiration, undisguised appreciation.

Gao Yi cooperated and asked, "What does that tell you?"

"It tells you that His Highness is trustworthy. I believe that his word is as good as a bond, whatever he says is absolute. I stake my reputation and my life on it; His Highness is a true warrior, and a true warrior absolutely despises lying!"

The acting was done.

Less is more, so Feng Biao seriously handed the phone to Shaman.

Shaman had softened a lot when he took the phone, showing a tenderness he had never shown to his own woman.

Looking directly into Feng Biao’s eyes, Shaman took the phone and said solemnly, "It’s me."

Gao Yi sighed and said, "Brother, I absolutely trust your word! If he says you’re a warrior, then you must be a warrior. I apologize sincerely for the trouble I’ve caused you tonight."

Shaman was silent for a long time; then, he finally said, "I forgive you. Hmm, I also admire you, admire all of you."

Gao Yi whispered, "As soon as the plane lands, I’ll release the man. Should I let Abdulla return on his own or will you send someone to pick him up?"

Shaman didn’t hesitate and said, "I’ll send someone for him. Please take good care of him. Also, I’m releasing your brother now. He can leave immediately, right now. I’ll provide a flight for him."

This time, Gao Yi was silent for a long time, then, he finally said with genuine respect, "Your Highness... if you don’t become King, who else is fit to lead this country? I now understand why Harold and his cohort have failed. Rest assured, I promise you, he will no longer be any trouble to you!"

Shaman was dignified and composed as he asserted, "I believe you are a warrior too, and you and your men have proved it well. I accept your apology and promise not to pursue this matter any further. That’s all."

The one in the superior position must always hang up first.

After speaking, Shaman tossed the phone in front of Feng Biao, took a breath, and suddenly shouted, "Someone! Get a doctor! Take him away and treat his wounds."

Everyone outside showed signs of joy.

This phone call was loud enough for people in the corridor to hear.

Even the assassin engaged in the assassination attempt was moved by His Highness’s personal charm. Tonight’s events were no longer a scandal but a topic of admiration.

Shaman looked at Feng Biao, at his earnest look, his fearless demeanor, and suddenly said, "You may go. Get your wound treated before we send you away. Also, I admire you. If you ever want to change jobs, come find me."