Hardline Tactics?

Early in the morning, quite a few luxury cars were parked outside Mar Company.

Finally, Toran arrived at the company entrance in a black van.

After he got out, four men in black stepped out behind him.

They were the confidence he needed to dominate today's meeting.

Glancing at Orlando, who was waiting for him, Toran said coldly, "Has our company's major shareholder not arrived yet?"

Seeing the four bodyguards, Orlando was slightly startled. He then bowed slightly and said, "Not yet, but judging by the time, he should be here soon."

Toran said nothing more and walked straight into the company.

Only after he left did a worried expression appear on Orlando's face.

He could tell at a glance that those four men all had mob backgrounds.

Considering Toran's ties to the Irish Mob, it was easy to imagine where those four had come from.

Could the boss really handle this?

Orlando was no longer sure.

After waiting a while longer, Noah finally arrived.

Since it was official business, Noah had put on a formal suit as well.

His tall, straight figure and sharply defined handsome face made him look exceptionally dashing.

Behind him, Caroline also stepped out of the car in high heels.

"Boss."

Noah nodded.

"Have Toran and the others arrived?"

Orlando said worriedly, "They have, but I saw that Toran brought several bodyguards. There were things tucked into the backs of their waistbands—most likely guns."

Noah raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanged.

This was America. A mob without guns could only be described in two words: pathetic losers.

"Got it."

Noah nodded, then led Caroline into the company.

Caroline wasn't worried either.

They were only a few people. As long as she got close enough, she could take them out at any time.

When the two entered the conference room, Toran and the other shareholders had already taken their seats.

At the head of the table, Toran sat with his eyes closed, resting, while four burly men in black stood beside him with their hands behind their backs.

The moment Noah and Caroline entered, more than a dozen pairs of eyes turned toward them.

One shareholder said with a smile, "Director Noah, you're late."

Noah glanced at him, the corner of his mouth curling slightly.

"Not late."

As he spoke, he saw an empty seat at the end of the long table. Without being picky, he sat down directly.

Seeing this, the shareholders exchanged glances and smiled.

To them, this was a signal Noah was sending.

After Noah sat down, Toran opened his eyes.

"Director Noah, have you made up your mind?

We can buy your shares for three hundred thousand."

Noah narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Three hundred thousand? Wasn't it 3.38 million?"

"That was the previous offer. But didn't you refuse it then?"

Toran looked at Noah with a mocking expression.

He thought this kid was an idiot.

He had refused when they discussed it last time, yet now that Toran had brought people with him, he still expected to get the original price.

"What a pity."

Noah spread his hands and shrugged.

"At three hundred thousand, I'd be taking too much of a loss. I can't agree to that."

"Haha!"

Toran shot to his feet, his sharp gaze locked onto Noah as he sneered.

"Kid, do you think we came here to negotiate with you?!"

As he spoke, Toran flung a document from in front of him at Noah.

"Sign it. Right now, I'm discussing this with you nicely. But if you refuse to cooperate, don't blame me for using methods that will make everyone unhappy."

The hulking men behind him chuckled darkly.

They liked unpleasant methods.

Just as Toran thought Noah should be scared, Noah turned to look at the others.

"Is that what all of you mean too?"

No one answered. All he received were cold stares and undisguised anticipation.

After all, Toran had said that once this matter was settled, they would get a share of the profits as well.

They believed Toran would not go back on his word.

Toran had the Irish Mob behind him, but everyone present had their own backing too.

For such a small amount of shares, Toran would not be stupid enough to offend so many forces.

Seeing the cold looks in everyone's eyes, Noah suddenly began to clap.

"Well said. Since everyone wants to use unpleasant methods, then let's do it together. Let's see whose methods are more unpleasant."

Toran's expression changed. Without waiting for his order, the four hulking men immediately drew their guns.

"You're courting death!"

Toran glared at Noah with a twisted expression.

He wanted to see fear on Noah's face, but he was disappointed.

Noah's expression remained calm throughout.

"Woof~"

A dog barked.

Everyone froze.

This was the Mar Company building. Why would there be a dog here?

"Woof~"

"Woof woof..."

Barks began to rise one after another.

"What's going on?"

"Why are there so many dogs here?!"

"Damn it, go out and take a look!"

Other than Toran, all the shareholders began to panic.

It was not hard to tell from Noah's words just now that this was probably his method.

People might not fear danger, but they always feared the unknown.

Danger could be anticipated, while the unknown was something no one could predict.

Toran's face darkened.

"What are you panicking for? They're just dogs."

Then he said coldly, "Noah, I'll give you one last chance. Sign the contract, or die."

With this unexpected development, he did not want to drag things out any longer.

But at that moment, Noah gave a cold smile.

With a crash, the glass surrounding the conference room shattered.

Ten hairless vicious dogs charged inside.

Toran's pupils contracted.

"Kill them!"

They were only a pack of dogs. They could not scare him!

The hulking men immediately opened fire.

Gunshots rang out nonstop as several bullets struck the two vicious dogs.

Toran had just been about to sneer and mock Noah's foolish move.

But the two vicious dogs merely swayed before continuing to pounce at him.

The bullets seemed not to have hurt them at all, only knocking them back slightly.

The Zombie Dogs were extremely fast, and Noah had not restrained their movements.

Without anyone controlling them, these Zombie Dogs, driven only by the urge to devour, could freely attack everything in sight.

Several people were quickly bitten and injured.

However, Toran and the others' attacks were not without results. When one person's bullet hit a Zombie Dog in the head, it never got back up.

Toran was overjoyed. This was their chance.

Seeing Toran's expression, Noah smiled.

The next moment, more than fifty Zombie Dogs flooded into the conference room.

Zombie Dogs were everywhere in the conference room.

Toran swallowed hard.

By then, one of the four gunmen had already been bitten in the throat and killed.

Although the remaining three still guarded him, they could not hide the fear in their eyes.

As for the other shareholders, there was no need to mention them.

If Noah had not ordered the Zombie Dogs to stop attacking after killing a few people, they would have long since slaughtered everyone present.

Noah and Caroline stood amid the pack, watching everyone coldly.

"Then, let's hold another meeting.

You want to sell the company, and I want to buy it. It seems we have an excellent basis for cooperation."

One of the gunmen shakily raised his gun, intending to kill Noah, the culprit behind all this.

But just then, the gunman who had been killed earlier somehow stood up and bit the throat of the gunman who had just raised his weapon.

"Ah..."

That scream was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

People might not fear death, but they could not possibly fail to fear monsters that rose from the dead.

"I agree!"

Toran screamed in terror.

"Hm? You agree?"

Noah had been about to kill two more people when he heard Toran agree and saw the revived gunman.

So that was it.

His luck was not bad. The T-Virus needed time to take effect.

Generally speaking, that period could be long or short.

This gunman had probably revived in less than five minutes.

After all, those unlucky people who had died before him had not even gotten back up yet.

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