While Lu Chengwen was winning over Iron Tuo Wang, Long Aotian had not been idle either.
"Strategist, what the hell is that thing you sent over? Huh!? That bastard mistook people several times and beat the living daylights out of me... Forget that part—of course he couldn't really do anything to me—but he took the fifty billion in cash and gave it to Lu Chengwen for charity!"
"Could there have been some misunderstanding? Iron Tuo Wang has always handled matters reliably."
"Of course there was a misunderstanding! He fucking got the person wrong, and he got the account wrong!" Long Aotian raged. "I don't care. You're covering this loss. Hurry up and send someone with another fifty billion. I don't have much time left here. Whether I can take down the Leng Family depends on these next few days!"
"Fine, but fifty billion is no small sum. Could we perhaps... reduce it a little?"
"Is the size of the sum my fault?" Long Aotian snapped angrily. "Your man threw that fifty billion away, and I think Iron Tuo Wang is probably about to defect."
"He wouldn't dare."
"He wouldn't dare? Does he have any other choice now? Hurry up and clean house. Don't tell me I have to handle this trivial crap myself? I can't make any big moves openly right now. I need to maintain my image as an elite expert and take down the major families!"
"Understood. I'll have Bronze Tuo Wang head over there as soon as possible. First, he'll raise a new round of startup capital for Young Master, and second, he'll clean house while he's at it. Do you need us to kill Lu Chengwen directly?"
Long Aotian was nearly driven mad. "Kill Lu Chengwen for what? He can't die yet! He'll die sooner or