Darcy shot a glance at Kaze, warning him to mind his choice of words. She then smiled and said, “Mr. Sox, I’m Darcy Quint. They are my team from the company. This one here is my husband, Kaze Lee.” When Glang and his men heard Kaze’s name, their expressions shifted. This might be their first meeting, but they instinctively feared Kaze for some reason. Glang reacted quickly and regained his composure. He feigned a calm look and said, “Ms. Quint, you didn’t mention anything about bringing your husband. Isn’t this a little inappropriate? “We are talking business here and you bring your husband along. Are you scared of us?” Glang was trying to get rid of Kaze, or their hands would be tied. Kaze’s presence alone scared them even though they had no reason to be afraid of Kaze because they worked for Cosmo. Darcy expected the question. She continued smiling and said, “Mr. Sox, it’s not like that. Trust is the basis for a healthy working partnership. Why would I do anything to ruin
Technically, the requirement by Vista Education Group was not totally unreasonable. After all, they were professionals in the field of education, especially in private schools, so no one in Sunrise City was more experienced than them. The only problem was that their demands for the shares exceeded Darcy’s expectations. Therefore, Darcy tried to negotiate with them at the table. The executives of Sky Ocean Group joined the discussion as well. Both sides were engaged in a heated negotiation but Glang and company refused to take a step back. Despite the heated discussion, Darcy and company began to show more trust in Glang and his men. She even forgot about the suspicions Kaze had about them. It was a sign of Glang’s sincerity in working together. Glang then noticed it was almost time to move on to the next phase. He stopped the argument and said with a satisfying smile, “Ms. Quint, it seems like you and your company are sincere in working with us in education as well. “Si
In short, both Darcy and the executives believed Kaze was acting recklessly and impulsively. Glang and his men were prepared but Darcy and company were not. There was no way they could win. Kaze’s impulsive act might cost the company up to a hundred million. Seeing Darcy intended to stop Kaze, Glang stepped up and said, “Ms. Quint, your husband has agreed. Since both of you are together, I believe his words represent your idea as well, right? “Or does it mean Mr. Lee here can’t make any decisions?” Glang intentionally ridiculed Kaze’s status as a live-in son-in-law. He got a basic understanding of Kaze and Darcy’s relationship and knew how to use it to his advantage. He did it on purpose to bait Kaze and Darcy into his trap. A hint of anger flashed in Darcy’s eyes. Before she could speak, Kaze said, “I can make decisions just fine. How about we go four to one instead of four on four?” Pft! The moment Kaze’s words escaped his mouth, Glang and his men were stunned a
Kaze did not know what Glang and company were aiming for but he knew they were up to no good. He was only certain they were after Darcy, which made his gaze cold. He said, “Let’s skip the nonsense and begin.” Glang and his men grinned. If Kaze was that eager to send his wife to Cosmo’s bed, then they were obliged to grant his wish. A case of whiskey was brought in by the waiter and the drinking game officially began. “Kaze, let’s start the first round. Let me pour for you!” Glang filled Kaze’s glass with whiskey. Kaze raised his glass without even flinching and said, “You are the guests and we are the hosts. This is to you. Cheers!” He cocked his head back and drained the glass of whiskey to the last drop in a single gulp. He then turned his glass upside down and smiled. “Mr. Sox, your turn.” “Kaze, slow down!” Darcy knew Kaze could drink but the way he drank worried her. She could not help but remind him to slow down. Glang noticed Kaze did not even flinch wh
On the other hand, Glang and his men were not doing too well. Their eyes were bloodshot, their faces crimson. They might be experienced drinkers and they could still go on, but they were in awe of Kaze’s alcohol tolerance. No one could be fine after drinking around five bottles of whiskey, yet Kaze looked like he had not drunk a single drop. Had they not drunk together with Kaze, they would have suspected Kaze was drinking water instead of whiskey. The case of whiskey was finished. “Bro, Kaze, d-do you want to take a break? We’ll wait for you,” Glang stuttered as he propped his hand against the table. He was barely holding on but his ego prevented him from falling. He started to get competitive after seeing Kaze drink. He forgot about his mission of getting Darcy drunk and solely wanted to look good in front of Kaze. Kaze smiled and shook his head. “I’m fine. It seems like you guys can still drink. I thought you guys were done for.” “Don’t look down on us!” Glang an
Glang and company must hold on no matter what. What if Kaze was already on his last straw? Their only way out of this was to keep drinking. “That’s good to know. Let’s continue, Mr. Sox.” Kaze filled Glang’s glass once more. “Cheers!” Gland gulped and said, “Hold on, hold on! We are not in a sprint, this is a marathon. Can we take it slow?” His stomach was turning upside down. He worried that if he drank another glass, he would explode in whiskey. “Mr. Sox, you’re tired already? No problem. Let me help you with it.” Kaze smiled as he picked up the glass. He then grabbed Glang by the jaw and squeezed his cheeks. “W-What ugh mhmmmm…” Glang tried to resist but could not break free. It was like Kaze’s hand was welded to his jaw. As Kaze exerted more strength, Glang’s mouth slowly opened up. He then poured the whole glass into Glang’s mouth. It was no longer whiskey to Glang, it felt like a stream of lava pouring into his throat. “Ugh…” As Kaze released his j
Two minutes later, Glang and his men were forced to kneel before Kaze. They were barely conscious. If not for Conan’s men holding them by the hair, they could not even kneel upright. “K-Kaze, w-we are sorry, s-spare us…” Glang managed to open one of his eyes and begged for mercy. His eyelids were fluttering throughout his muffled speech. “What did you do wrong?” Kaze asked emotionlessly as he had a cup of yogurt to counter the alcohol. “I… We should not challenge Ms. Quint, w-we should not drink with you,” Glang said feebly. Kaze shot a glance at Conan. Conan then swung a slap at Glang’s face. “You better come clean if you don’t want to die!” Glang’s face was swollen and numb. He could not even feel the slap, but the fierce look on Conan scared him. “It’s Cosmo, Cosmo Lee!” Conan instinctively looked at Kaze. Kaze raised his brow and asked, “What did he tell you to do? I want the details.” “Cosmo Lee wants us to disguise ourselves as executives of Vista Educatio
“T-Then after we are done, can you send us out of Lilyrose? We want to go to a place where no one knows us!” Glang begged. Kaze looked at the man coldly. “You are in no position to bargain with me.” It was already merciful of him for not killing them on the spot. “Alright, w-we’ll do it…” Glang sat down, his face ashened. If he agreed to do it, at least he and his friends had a chance to escape. Kaze got up and gestured at Conan. “You make the arrangements.” “Aight!” Kaze then left the place. He was not interested in watching the disgusting scene. That night, Kaze received a video sent by Conan. All he saw was Cosmo’s painful expression on the thumbnail. He was not interested in playing it. “Kaze, what are you looking at?” Darcy asked. Kaze shook his head. “Nothing. It’s just a prank.” “Oh… I wonder who is after me. Can you really settle this?” Darcy switched her attention back to the matter. Worry lingered on her face. Kaze smiled and said, “Don’t worry.
“How dare those men hijack the plane and take Kaze. They must be punished…” Despite her grumbles, Snow grew anxious. “Given Mr. Lee’s capabilities, he won’t be hurt.” The agents around her tried to comfort her. They believed she was being too nervous. “I know, but we as subordinates have failed him by allowing this to happen. We have to do our best to make up for the mistake, and not rely on Mr. Lee to get out because he can.” Snow drowned in self-blame and regretted not being able to help. It was her negligence that allowed the hijacking to happen. “But there’s nothing you can do now. It’s late. Even the hijackers need to rest. They won’t do anything yet.” “It’s because the hijackers need to rest that we have to hurry and beat them to it. That’s the only way to solve this matter!” “But we’ve searched high and low and didn’t find anything. No one knows where they have gone. Even if they transported the passengers via buses, we didn’t see any tracks.” The agents discu
Kaze breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly went over to Miguel and pressed his hands with the gun down so that it would not misfire. “Good job.” “Thanks.” Miguel curled his lips into a nervous smile. He frequently trained in the gym and mixed martial arts but had never encountered any real-life incident before, thus being inexperienced. Fortunately, his mentality was stronger than the others and allowed him to act accordingly. “I’ll be taking the gun. This is self-defense, you won’t be charged and you won’t need to take responsibility,” Kaze said. Miguel’s pale face looked relieved. “What should we do now? Are there more of them?” Miguel dared not let go of the gun, worried there might be more enemies. “I’ve counted the numbers and this guy here should be the last one.” He then took the gun from Miguel’s hands. “Really? Gosh! That was crazy! I was so terrified!” Miguel finally loosened up and let his instinct take over. His heart was pounding so fast that it
Manson came over and saw the mercenaries lying in their own puddle of blood. The gore shocked him and made him sick. He tried his best to hold back the urge to throw up as it would attract attention. “Don’t look if you can’t take it! Don’t make things worse!” “Yeah! Professor! Grow a pair of balls!” “I have never seen dead bodies like this before!” he explained with a flush of embarrassment on his face. “Can we go out now and run away?” The hostages were eager to leave as things had settled down outside. They thought the danger was over. A dead mercenary was inside the container with them and they were still horrified. Once the others found out about this, the hostages would be shot to death. “If you want to die, be my guest. The moment you step out, you’ll be shot!” Callahan said as he looked at the others scornfully. One of the hostages had already put his hand on the handle of the door and was ready to dash out, but he quickly pulled his hand back after listening
“Tsk. Hold on.” Vexed, the man clicked his tongue and then waved at his colleague. “Come here. Someone fainted. Help me get him out.” The man wanted to take the professor out of the container. Manson’s heart pounded as he listened to the man. He was afraid he might be exposed, but there was no turning back now—he had to play along. Kaze stood behind the door, calming his breath down to lower his presence. “Get back. Stay away from the door. If anyone gets close, don’t blame me for being rough,” said the man as he unlocked the container. He opened the door and saw a number of hostages still sleeping. He then looked at the professor on the floor. He went closer to nudge him but did not get a response. It seemed like the professor needed medical attention. “Come on. Help me get him out.” The other man outside the container was on edge, looking as if he would pull the trigger at the slightest movement. “Why don’t we do it?” Callahan and Miguel volunteered. “You two
“It’s freaking troublesome.” “Boss, don’t worry about it. We’ll get an update tomorrow.” “Yeah. It’s late. Get some rest.” Tiguan’s men told him to get some rest and not worry so much. A few of them were already snoring on the chair. Tiguan sighed and killed the cigarette. He then closed his eyes to get some rest, too. The container that Kaze was in fell into silence once more. No one dared to make any noise but they all looked at Kaze, hoping to find out about his plans. Kaze’s eyes remained fixed on the window and showed no intention of revealing his thoughts. Miguel and Callahan were annoyed by the other hostages. “If you people want to get out of here alive, you better cooperate or come up with your own idea. No one is responsible for saving you.”“Yeah. I don’t want you guys to turn on us after we do all the heavy lifting. It will cost us our lives and you people won’t even be grateful.” Miguel’s tone was sarcastic because he disliked how the others looked at t
Kaze read the hostages’ minds and refused to be used. He wanted to leave but not under such circumstances. “That’s not true. We just don’t have the skills for this kind of situation. You guys are stronger, of course, you should be in the front,” said the man in glasses and a suit. A hint of sharpness gleamed in his eyes. Miguel knew what the man was planning, either. “That’s some plan you have there. You are just trying to use us to escape this place and no matter what happens, you’ll win.” “That’s not it! I just want everyone to stand together and get out of this place. I’ve never thought of using anyone!” the man argued, trying to look innocent. Even a monkey knew what he was planning, yet no one dared to speak up because they would benefit from it too. “Why don’t you guys think of something? If you need our help, we’ll help,” said another middle-aged gentleman who looked more just and fair, as if he could lead the group. “Then what is your plan?” Kaze suddenly wante
The hostages were locked up in the containers. Some of them were elites in their own field while some were ordinary people with average income, yet all of them got into trouble when they boarded the plane. Most of them could not accept their fate. Yet they dared not defy or resist the mercenaries. When things started to calm down, they broke down in tears, weeping in silence as resentment consumed them. Kaze sat down at a clean corner that allowed him to look outside the window. The window was dirty but at least he could see outside. The space inside the container was filled with people sitting closely, offering comfort to one another. They were aware they were just temporarily safe in this container. No one knew what the mercenaries would do to them at the next moment. “My parents must be worried. I said I would call them when I land but now I can’t even get in touch,” Barney muttered as he sat beside Kaze. He too looked outside the window, his feelings mixed. He watc
Kaze thought of what he had overheard in the toilet. If he told the hostages about that, they would probably panic. “It’s nothing. They are just going to separate us into different rooms or containers. They said the buses would be disposed of,” he said. He did not want to reveal too much because it would cause panic. Once the hostages knew their lives were on the line, things might spiral out of control. The mercenaries could kill a few of them to make an example, and none of the hostages would dare to cause problems anymore. Kaze kept it a secret because he wanted to protect the people. “That’s it?” “Is there anything else? How many men are there? What is their plan? Who are they looking for?” “We want to know because we want to survive. This isn't our problem—we just got caught up in it.” The hostages looked at Kaze, their eyes filled with worry. They felt aggrieved because they should not be caught in such a huge problem. “I don’t know either.” No matter how m
“There’s a room there. Get in.” The mercenary pointed his gun at the mother and son, which led them to look at Kaze nervously, seemingly asking for help. “What do you want?” The mother was nervous. She clutched her son’s hand tightly, nearly making him cry, but she reacted quickly enough to cover her son’s mouth to prevent him from doing so. “All women must go into that room. You go in now,” the mercenary explained. He did not want the woman to get the wrong idea. “You people won’t hurt me, right?” the mother asked, worried that she might be ravaged. “We are not into MILF,” said the other mercenary who was escorting Kaze, indirectly assuring the mother. Kaze shot a glance at the mother and nodded at her. “They told us they were going to separate us, so there’s nothing to worry about,” he said, worried that the mother and son would not cooperate. The mother then carried her son and followed the other mercenary into the room. It was called a room but it was actually ju