Yang Yi and his entourage had already left Tatareed’s compound without any obstruction, though the atmosphere inside the vehicle was undeniably strange.
Feng Jiu looked puzzled, seemingly unable to fathom why Yang Yi had abruptly stopped mid-conversation. After all, hadn't he agreed to purchase ten thousand equipped units for ten million US dollars? So, what about now?………
In truth, it wasn't just her; even the other Ten Generals were filled with curiosity, their hearts practically aching for an explanation. However, since Yang Yi hadn't spoken, they dared not ask.
Meanwhile, after Yang Yi’s group departed, Tatareed remained seated in the conference room, his expression exceedingly grave. The tension was so heavy he could almost hear his own heartbeat, the sound of his breath, while Yang Yi’s simple gesture of shaking his head replayed endlessly in his mind.
Time ticked by, and about five minutes after Yang Yi’s car had vanished from sight, Tatareed suddenly shot to his feet and bellowed toward the exit: “Someone come!”
“Yes, General!” A soldier in green hurried in.
“Immediately dispatch men to invite that group back here. Remember, invite them!” Tatareed heavily emphasized the word 'invite' as he spoke.
“Yes! General!” The soldier in green acknowledged and swiftly departed.
The more Tatareed thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He couldn’t fathom why such a small action from someone as insignificant as Yang Yi held such sway over him. Taking a deep breath, he sank back into his chair, looking utterly drained, and sighed, “Have I crossed the Grand Duke today? To encounter someone who stirs such dread in my heart!”
Simultaneously, Yang Yi’s car maintained a deliberately slow pace, hovering around twenty kilometers per hour—practically crawling.
“Young Master, we’ll be crossing the Burmese border soon. Should we…?”
Before Feng Shi could finish, Yang Yi glanced in the rearview mirror and stated, “No need. They’re catching up.”
“Catching up?” The Ten Generals turned back in confusion, and indeed, it was true.
Five or six vehicles were rapidly approaching them. After they pulled up, a group of soldiers in green spilled out. One soldier approached Yang Yi respectfully and said, “Mr. Yang, our General requests your presence.”
“Very well, I understand.” Yang Yi offered no resistance, recognizing that Tatareed making such a move was already a significant concession.
“Turn around, let’s go back!”
“Yes, Young Master!” Feng Shi complied.
In less than no time, Yang Yi and his party were back at the arms dealer’s estate.
“General, they have been brought back,” the green-clad soldier reported breathlessly.
“Hurry and usher them in!” Tatareed snapped, feeling a jolt of anxiety.
“Yes!” The soldier acknowledged and then called out to Yang Yi and the others waiting outside the doorway: “Please come in!”
Yang Yi smiled faintly and walked in with the Ten Generals. Seeing Tatareed beaming at him, he feigned confusion. “I wonder what General Reed intends by this?”
“Heh heh!” Tatareed inwardly scoffed at Yang Yi, knowing this was purely rhetorical. “Actually, I’ve reconsidered. I think there is still room for negotiation regarding this deal… Ah, please, take a seat first. Let’s discuss this properly!”
As he spoke, he gestured, and a line of women followed, their necks bare and chests slightly visible beneath darkened skin, carrying trays laden with coconuts, grapes, and other refreshments.
Yang Yi smiled faintly, sat down, and stated, “I stand by my price: ten million US dollars for ten thousand equipped units. If General Reed agrees, we’ll be fast friends from now on! And of course, good friends, whether collaborating or otherwise, the Black God Gang will certainly ensure you benefit handsomely.”
“Heh heh, well—Mr. Yang, you understand that running the arms business these days is quite arduous, and frankly, I’m running low on stock. Could you possibly raise the price a bit?” Tatareed asked, even though he suspected it was hopeless, unable to resist tempting the known avarice of the man—he suspected Yang Yi might be too much of a tightwad.
“Hm?” Yang Yi stared at him coolly, saying nothing. The atmosphere instantly reverted to the tense silence of before. ########## While Yang Yi was engaged in the arms negotiation, far away in Country R.
“My Lord!” A female ninja materialized mysteriously within the courtyard of a middle-aged Japanese man.
“Ah? You’ve returned? What’s the situation?” The middle-aged man, Miyamoto Taro, who controlled the Miyamoto family’s assassination forces, eyed the female ninja.
“Yes, your subordinate failed to complete the task assigned by my Lord. I await your punishment!” the female ninja declared resolutely.
“The mission failed?” Miyamoto Taro frowned, his expression suddenly turning icy. “Are Kiyora and the others all dead?”
“Yes!”
“Then how did you escape?”
“I—I was released by the enemy, my Lord.”
“Released?” Miyamoto Taro suddenly stood up, narrowing his eyes as he fixed his gaze on the ninja, a flicker of murderous intent crossing his eyes. “Why would he let you return?”
“He asked me to deliver a message to you, my Lord.” The female ninja shuddered inwardly, thinking, This man is truly unfathomable!
“What message?”
“He said that whether it is the Black Dragon Society or the Miyamoto family, if you dare set foot in Huaxia again, or fail to swiftly withdraw all forces currently operating in other parts of Huaxia, his Black God Gang will immediately commence extermination operations.”
“Baka!”
Smash!……
Miyamoto Taro raged, swinging his hand and striking a rather fragile wooden door. The door disintegrated into shards under the blow.
“The Black God Gang, the Black God Gang! Hahaha, hah hah!” Miyamoto Taro let out a few cold laughs. “Does your Black God Gang truly hold us in such contempt? Hmph, even Yang Yitian never possessed such arrogance back then, yet this mere Yang Yi dares to be so presumptuous? Hmph—what an irony, what an irony!”
“My Lord, what are our next steps?” the female ninja inquired.
“Hmph, stand down and await orders. Also—improve your strength significantly, otherwise…” Miyamoto Taro snorted.
“Yes!” The female ninja acknowledged and vanished.
However, moments after she disappeared, six other figures materialized. They were all youths under twenty, their faces expressionless and cold, clad in identical black attire without masks. What was even more peculiar was that these six boys were Chinese, with black hair and yellow skin, yet they served the Japanese. How strange, how very strange!
“Greetings, my Lord!” The six youths bowed in unison upon appearing.
“How are the developments proceeding?” Miyamoto Taro asked, his eyes narrowed upon seeing them.
“Reporting, my Lord, that group of old relics remains stubbornly rigid. We do not understand why you do not permit us to simply eliminate them?” one youth asked in a chilling tone.
“Hmph, I refrain from killing them now for a reason. After all, the political influence of the Miyamoto family should not be underestimated. I intend to monopolize all of it in my own hands!” A cold edge touched Miyamoto Taro’s lips as he continued, “What is the status with Dr. Suzuki?”
“He seems to still be conducting research recently.”
“Has he not yet finalized that substance?”
“We don’t know!”
“Hmph, you may all depart for now. Go inform Dr. Suzuki that I will be visiting him tonight. Tell him to prepare himself mentally; I do not wish to hear the phrase ‘still researching’ again!”
“Yes!” The six mysterious youths in black acknowledged and instantly vanished.
Miyamoto Taro took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the spot where the six had disappeared. A cold smirk played on his lips. “This drug is indeed effective. Won't the Huaxia Dragon Ranking eventually be subservient to me? Hahaha—Black God Gang, once those four nuisances are dealt with, I’d like to see how long your arrogance lasts. Hmph!”
As these events unfolded in Country R, back in Myanmar.
Yang Yi continued to gaze at Tatareed with an unchanging smile, remaining utterly silent. This silence caused Tatareed’s insides to churn, fueling his anxiety. He couldn't grasp why; despite his vast experience reading people, when had he ever felt so utterly defeated?
He never could have imagined that Yang Yi was a rogue, a genuine hooligan, whose methods defied all his expectations.
“Alas, that is my final concession. Ten million US dollars for ten thousand equipped units is acceptable, but the quantity must be reduced by twenty percent!” Tatareed declared his bottom line.
Upon hearing this, Yang Yi’s smile broadened even further, as if the man had been foolishly grinning all day. After a pause, he said, “Agreed. Deal!”
“Just as I thought!” Seeing Yang Yi agree so readily, Tatareed felt a sharp pang of regret in his heart. Though the quantity of equipment was reduced by twenty percent, these were premium units! Tatareed knew he could easily sell eighty percent of those fine units for at least fifty million US dollars to anyone else, yet this deal was settled for ten million. How could he not ache over the loss?
“When do you require the goods?”
“The sooner, the better, ideally!”
“Very well. I will deliver the goods three days from now. However, payment must precede delivery!”
“Of course, I understand that completely.” Yang Yi’s lips curled up, and he beckoned to Long Wu, who placed a briefcase on the table and opened it for Tatareed’s inspection.
“Excellent, may our cooperation be fruitful!” Tatareed shook Yang Yi’s hand.
“Mm-hmm, General Reed, rest assured. Should you ever require any assistance from the Black God Gang in the future, please do not hesitate to ask,” Yang Yi said with a smile.
“Good!” Although Tatareed smiled back, his heart felt unexpectedly bitter!
“Since the matter is settled, we shall not impose further. We bid you farewell now!” Yang Yi announced, leading the Ten Generals out.
Titareed hurried to see Yang Yi off, but as they reached the doorway, he mustered the courage to ask, “Mr. Yang, might I impose one question upon you?”
“Heh heh, General Reed, I know exactly what you are going to ask.” Yang Yi chuckled, his smile sly, his gaze lingering on Tatareed with an ambiguous warmth. He then called out toward the rear, “Lianxue, the matter is concluded. I trust General Reed will not go back on his word.”
“Alright, Brother Yi!” Murong Lianxue suddenly materialized from thin air, startling Tatareed into a cold sweat and a sharp intake of breath. He was utterly terrified, and in that moment, it seemed he finally understood something. He could only stare blankly as Yang Yi and his group disappeared from sight before snapping back to reality.
So I was in his calculations from the very beginning. Alas, this young man is too dangerous.
For more novels, visit storyread.net.