The Peerless God of War of the Female President

After hearing the conditions proposed by Yang Chen, Sveck felt a chill in his heart.

If the check of 98 billion euros written to him before was not enough to completely collapse the Swick family, then the 250 billion euros was already too much for him to bear.

He has been in the 3J Party for many years, and he has done almost all the black industries, and he has saved 350 billion in assets, and Yang Chen has wiped out his family's wealth.

In other words, this person is definitely prepared, at least, he has all the information about his assets!
"Sir, this compensation is too high, can you lower it?"

As soon as William Swick finished speaking, Yang Chen's face sank in an instant, and he said in a cold voice: "You are shameless! You really think I am negotiating with you, don't you?"

Yang Chen got up from the chair, walked slowly in front of William, looked down at him, reached out and patted his face and said: "You have to understand, you can't take money with you when you die, but it I can take you away, understand?"

The murderous intent in Yang Chen's words made William Swick involuntarily feel a chill in his heart.

But he was not reconciled and handed over all his wealth to others, so he mustered up his courage and said:

"I am the veteran of the 3J Party. If you move me, it is tantamount to opposing the entire 3J Party! Do you really think that you can deal with a gang with a history of 100 years and tens of thousands of members? !"

"Whether I can deal with the 3J Party, that's not something you should care about, you should worry about yourself now!"

Yang Chen sneered: "I'll give you ten seconds to think about it. Once the time passes, your death obituary will appear in the morning newspaper of City B tomorrow."

Little Swick struggled at this time, and crawled to his father's feet, and said with a sad face: "Dad, you can't be confused, you can make more money if you lose your money, but if you lose your name, what will you do?" It's all gone!"

"Get out of here!"

Seeing his son's poor appearance, William Swick couldn't help but kicked him in the face, kicking him all over the place.

"If you hadn't caused trouble, how could I have ended up in this situation?!"

In fact, William knew in his heart that this had nothing to do with his son. He was here to deal with him today. Even if there was no smashing of the bicycle, this man would find other excuses.

"Dad! I don't want to die! You have lived enough, but you have to think about me! I'm still young, how could you even give up your own son's life for money!"

William, who was already upset, was enraged by his son's anger, stood up and kicked him violently.

Yang Chen was quietly watching from the side, looking at his watch from time to time.

"Three seconds left."

Three seconds after Yang Chen finished speaking, Xu Jun took out a pistol and aimed it at the back of William's head.

"three--"

"two--"

"Okay, I agree!"

At the last second, William finally made a decision, turned around and looked at Yang Chen with resentment, and said, "I can give you all my money, but you must promise that you will never be my enemy again. !"

"Are you demented?"

Yang Chen showed a mocking smile: "I won't give you any guarantees, and I have an additional warning, that is, you are not allowed to set foot on country F's territory again for the rest of your life, otherwise, as long as I find out, you will definitely I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"

"why?!"

William Swick couldn't bear it anymore, and roared loudly: "I have no grievances with you, and I don't even know you at all. Why do you want to kill me?"

"Want to know?"

"miss you!"

With a smile on his face, Yang Chen moved closer to William's ear, and said softly, "Because, I'm happy."

William Swick suddenly misfired, staggered two steps pale, and slumped on the chair weakly.

After a while, William Swick took out a pen from his pocket with trembling hands, then casually picked up a tissue on the gaming table, and quickly wrote something on it.

"This is my power of attorney. All my assets are authorized to this Miss Ruth to handle..."

Yang Chen took a look at the authorization letter, then handed it to Xu Jun: "Take Miss Ruth to do things."

"Yes!"

"I've done what you said, can you tell me, who are you? Why are you doing this to me?"

Yang Chen smiled and shook his head: "The loser has no right to speak."

"Come on, take Swick and his son out, send them to the airport, and personally escort them to the plane!"

"Yes!"

Seeing Sveck and his son being 'sent away' by several brothers, Xu Jun rubbed his hands, and said to Yang Chen with a smirk: "Boss, the father and son are done playing, this one... shall we manage it first? The decoration is so good Well, the traffic is so high, it's a pity to close it..."

Yang Chen glanced at Xu Jun angrily: "Is it itchy again? You have forgotten the prohibition of gambling in the regulations?"

"Uh, of course I haven't forgotten, but we're just doing business! Isn't it good to win money from foreigners?"

"No, if you dare to make such crooked ideas again, I will put you in confinement!"

As soon as he heard that he was going to be confined, Xu Jun quickly waved his hands: "Don't! I hate gambling, and I will never participate in it!"

"Okay, don't be poor, hurry up and take Ruth to deal with Swick's property. This money will be the special fund for you thugs in suits from now on, and it will only be used by you."

Xu Jun's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Really?! Boss, this is more than 200 billion!"

Yang Chen smiled slightly: "Looking at how promising you are, you won't be able to hold on to this little money? When you were with me, I promised you that I would lead you to make a fortune. How can I not count my words! "

"Hey, thank you boss!"

Xu Jun hurriedly commanded his brothers and took Ruth away from the casino on the second floor.

Seeing William's men messing around on the ground, Yang Chen took out his mobile phone and called the Police Department of City B.

"Night Queen Casino, there are a large number of gang members illegally armed, and they came to arrest people."

……

City B, a manor.

The high-level conference room of the 3J Party.

A middle-aged man with his hair combed back was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking solemnly at the dimly lit night scene of City B outside.

"Mr. Duncan, people are almost here, do you think the meeting can start?"

Duncan glanced back, and saw eight people sitting at the long conference table, their faces even more gloomy.

"Why didn't Renault come?"

"He said he had business to deal with and no time."

Duncan frowned, and a murderous intent flashed through his eyes.

"There are 20 districts in City B, and our 3J Party controls [-] of them. Now only the bosses of eight districts have come to the meeting. It seems that they have forgotten my methods!"

The eight people were silent like cicadas, not daring to take a breath.

"Owen, tell me, have you found out the real identity of that homeless man?"

A blond man in his early thirties visibly shivered after being called, and said in a low voice, "I have already asked my friend from the national security department to check, but he hasn't replied to me yet..."

"Hmph, when did the efficiency of our 3J party become so low? Can't even find a homeless person?!"

"Boss, I think this is a bit strange. That tramp dared to eat our two districts in a row on our territory. There must be a powerful force behind him supporting them!"

Duncan stared at Owen, and asked coldly: "You mean, in Country F, there are forces stronger than our 3J Party?"

Owen said carefully: "Uh, there is no such thing in country F, but it doesn't mean there is no such thing abroad, like the Presbyterian Church..."

Duncan's gaze became sharp in an instant: "You mean, it's the elders who support all of this?"

"At present, this is indeed possible..."

Owen looked at Duncan's gloomy face, and boldly said: "I know that the elders will cooperate with us in certain fields, but that doesn't mean they don't want to annex us, take advantage of their strength, and sow discord. Their best method..."

"The Council of Presbyterians!"

boom--

Duncan's palm slapped the conference table fiercely, shooting out a strong murderous intent.