The Lackey
As the executor and accomplice of the conspiracy, Li Bai did not feel the slightest bit of sympathy for this fat, fair-skinned man. What was done was done—why worry about shifting the blame?
If Yasel Mining Company had been the one holding the upper hand at that moment, it might not have been nearly as easygoing as Li Bai. Most likely, it would have killed these yellow monkeys at the first opportunity, then pinned a whole pile of crimes on them. As long as the hush money was paid, truth and justice would not matter. Canadians were especially skilled at fabricating things out of thin air.
Before Li Bai could ask anything further, Zhou Hua, the Pavilion Master of Three Rivers Pavilion, demanded, "Why does he want my land? Is this guy insane?"
The fat, fair-skinned Casey Balcom stammered, "Because a month ago, while the company was sorting through its files, it found an exploration report that had been buried for more than a year. There's a rich rare-earth deposit near Base Seven, with extremely high purity. It's also an associated gold deposit. There are at least a hundred tons of gold reserves alone, and after refining the various rare-earth elements, there should be two or three tons of them as well."
Li Bai was a frightening man, but this old man was no good person either. The moment things had gone wrong, he had seized a gun and taken hostages without the slightest hesitation.
"Gold? And rare earths?"
Zhou Hua slowly opened his mouth wide.
He had never imagined that there was actually a sizable mineral deposit beneath his land—and not just any deposit, but one overflowing with gold and rare-earth elements.
Gold itself was a precious metal, while some of those rare-earth elements were even more