1339. The Shocking News
"If it's fake, why would they pay me hush money?"
Demville, chairman of the Lihai'er Conglomerate, had been so badly frightened that he'd promptly wired over fifty million euros to keep Li Bai quiet.
He'd never imagined that as soon as Li Bai returned to camp, he'd sell the news to the organization.
Those fifty million euros had gone straight down the drain.
Now that was how the Great Demon did things.
Chairman Demville: "Li, it's either you or me!"
Great Demon Li: "Exactly. It's me, not you. So you're done for!"
And so, Chairman Demville was tragically 404'd.
"Hiss!"
Luan Zhengwei sucked in a sharp breath.
No wonder it had been fifty million euros. It really was worth that much, which meant the news had to be true.
But why hadn't they silenced him? Wait, could it be because of the Chinese peacekeeping force?
Right, that was probably the reason. After all, with six 122-millimeter cannons, anyone would have to think twice.
They'd hunt you to the ends of the earth—even if you managed to escape the planet!
Many people didn't realize that having a Chinese passport was as good as carrying a protective charm. Abroad, there were very few people who dared to mess with you. And not a single person who dared to test that passport had lived to tell the tale.
China had been a civilized nation, a land of etiquette, since ancient times. But the Rabbit was also fiercely vengeful, and it could hold a grudge for at least several hundred years.
Looking at world history, what country or people could withstand being remembered for centuries? Sooner or later, they'd be finished.
"What's the other five million dollars for? That research institute or whatever?"
Luan Zhengwei suddenly remembered. Hush money usually