World-saving Plan: The Only Savior
Chapter 719 - 527: Saving Count Armstrong (Two in One)_2

Chapter 719: Chapter 527: Saving Count Armstrong (Two in One)_2

The Old Count had been poisoned; could that mean that another consortium was ready to make their move during the Armstrong Family’s transition of power?

If that was the case, then he certainly had to sell his shares.

Once some people started leading the way, others would also develop similar apprehensions, and begin to sell off, causing the value of the consortium’s shares to plummet.

As a result, the losses would become very severe.

Therefore, beneath what seemed like Dean’s reasonable logic lay enormous hidden dangers—Moore Butler could not possibly agree to such a demand.

However, just as he rose to send off the guests, the scene that unfolded before him caused him to fall back into his seat in fright.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound was heard; the woman who had been silent until now suddenly stretched out her hand and slapped hard on the marble coffee table in front of her.

With her movement, the sturdy coffee table suddenly shattered into pieces, breaking into chunks of stone.

At the same time, the luxurious mansion of the Armstrong family, as if experiencing an earthquake, began to shake violently.

The old butler Moore watched this scene in horror, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The words he had prepared for seeing off the guests were stuck in his throat as he just stared blankly at the shattered coffee table.

"I’ve always said, there’s no need to talk so much nonsense with them," Ji Xiaoqi remarked, glancing at Dean at her side and speaking in Chinese.

Although she was younger than her counterpart, she was no greenhorn, having much more experience in such negotiations than Dean.

Ji Xiaoqi was well aware of her strengths and understood how to deal with these people.

Those mysterious airs were completely unnecessary; it was more practical to show one or two tricks right from the start.

Being too nice, like Dean, might lead others to suspect his motives.

Sometimes, arrogance is a way of negotiation.

This is human nature.

Moreover, as a member of the only Extraordinary Organization in the world, Star Alliance, Ji Xiaoqi also had her own pride.

"I’ve laid the opportunity before you and have already shown my strength. If you still don’t believe, then let’s just part ways," she said.

There are so many rich people afraid of dying in the world, but there is only one Star Alliance.

The relationship of supply and demand is fundamentally different.

Dean managed to mishandle a good hand of cards also truly because of his lack of experience.

Watching Ji Xiaoqi, whose aura was undeniably dominant, Dean unconsciously swallowed.

He finally recalled before going on the mission, Yang Yangyang had pulled him aside, mysteriously warned him not to anger the goddess, or else the consequences would be severe.

At that time, Dean was puzzled and even heard her nickname Ji Xiaoqi as "Yifei War God," which he found baffling.

But now, he finally understood; he didn’t know what Yifei meant, but the ’War God’ part was certainly true.

Her aura alone, even to him as a fellow Awakener, felt somewhat daunting.

At this moment, Ji Xiaoqi unreservedly displayed her Transcendent aura. The old butler Moore, being an ordinary person, immediately felt this pressure of a different existential level, no doubt left in his mind.

"Click."

The door was opened, and a maid ran in flustered, saying that there had been an earthquake and urged the butler to leave the house quickly.

"Out!"

Moore scolded sharply, and once the maid closed the door and left, he then turned back to the two guests and said:

"I apologize for earlier, ladies and gentlemen, the Count is in his room, please follow me," he said.

His change of attitude was exceedingly swift, causing Dean to sigh in astonishment.

A moment later, in a luxurious bedroom on the fifth floor of the manor villa, the two visitors soon met their target—the Earl Armstrong, who was now lying in bed, surviving only with the help of machinery.

The Armstrong Family had no hereditary genetic issues and with a dedicated personal doctor taking care of them, they never contracted diseases like cancer.

The Old Count now was simply running out of fuel.

Adams Armstrong was already close to ninety years old, an age that wouldn’t be considered longevity worldwide, but for their family, it was a rare old age.

As people age, even if they take good care of themselves, it is inevitable that they will suffer from some geriatric diseases, which caused Adams a lot of pain.

However, even so, even if his life had reached its end, he still did not want to die.

There’s a saying, the richer one is, the more they fear death.

Adams was no different.

He wasn’t ready to die, even though he had already lived nearly ninety years, it still wasn’t enough.

But the pain in his body reminded him, he was no longer well, his remaining days were few.

His private doctor, Filiciano, told him he had at most ten days left and recommended he stop the painful injections and enjoy the last moments of his life.

His private lawyer, Ariana, told him his will wasn’t finished yet; to prevent family disputes, he needed to complete it soon.

His private assistant, Qi Ya, told him his burial plot had already been chosen, determined by a master of Feng Shui brought specifically from Hua Xia Country, assuring it would bless the family and ascend him to heaven after death.

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However, Adams didn’t want to hear any of this.

He just wanted to keep living, to go on living.

Unfortunately, reality is cruel; no amount of money could change anything.

The eldest son he once adored now seemed totally repulsive.

Adams felt that the sad expression on his face was very hypocritical, as if he was always hoping for him to die quickly so he could become the new head of the Armstrong Family.

The maids also seemed to give him a lot of pretense, as if he, about to die, was not worth their serious attention.

Adams knew this was his own illusion, but combined, everything still made him feel especially terrible.

But just then, Moore, his butler who had followed him for half his life, brought him two strange people.

They claimed they could help extend his life by at least five years and even produced a potion shimmering with golden light.

A glowing potion wasn’t something uncommon, as many technological methods could achieve this effect.

But then, the strength displayed by the man made Adams reconsider their offer.

This time, Dean didn’t waste any words on convincing him with uncertain phrases like before.

Instead, he simply lifted a solid wood couch weighing at least three hundred pounds with one hand, along with the utterly terrified private doctor, Filiciano, sitting on it.

However, such a plain, unembellished action without any special effects, was the most persuasive.

If it had been a Fireball or a Flash Spell, Adams might have suspected that these people were using some advanced technological method, given that many magicians could do the same.

But this pure display of strength completely eliminated that possibility.

Moreover, coupled with the recent mutant beast incidents, Adams immediately thought of biological genetic potions.

The Old Count got excited at that moment, he quickly had the butler help him to sit up; he no longer seemed like a man about to be buried, his eyes revealing an endless desire and frenzy.

"Quick! Give it to me! Whatever you want, I can pay any price!"

Adams was a smart man, he knew where his advantage lay.

"Straightforward!"

Ji Xiaoqi tossed the Sun Essence over, landing it precisely in his hands.

"One potion, 20 billion pounds, can extend your life by at least another five years."

She boldly stated an astronomical figure.

At that moment, even Adams, the leader of the Armstrong Family who controlled dozens of corporate industries, couldn’t help but tremble while holding the Sun Essence.