"The war has begun!"
Li Bai had just received an international call from Europe while enjoying his lunch break at City First Hospital.
Not only had the situation he'd anticipated come to pass, it had happened so quickly—and he'd never expected it to be so brutal. He'd thought there would be all kinds of plots and schemes, with things stolen openly and in secret. Who the hell would've thought they'd go straight to fighting at the slightest disagreement?
These Westerners were far too direct.
The Lihai'er Conglomerate had made preparations, but the attackers had come even better prepared and were even more ruthless. They'd thoroughly beaten the daylights out of Demville and his party not long after they'd left the airport.
When the fierce firefight ended, only seven of the fifty security guards were still alive. The carnage had been beyond imagination.
Demville and Dr. Moller had been hit by three consecutive rocket blasts, so naturally, they'd lost the "Dragon Pearl (Tears of an Angel)" Li Bai had sold them.
In truth, the fact that they'd survived at all was thanks to God's protection and the Sacred Spirit watching over them.
If the French police hadn't arrived so quickly, the chairman and the doctor would've gone to meet God together.
By now, Chairman Demville and the French branch of the Lihai'er Conglomerate had turned into a pack of rabid dogs. They were howling about digging up the thieves who'd stolen the "Tears of an Angel," then wiping out their entire clan, just like the Chinese—pets included, even if the pet was a well-behaved, adorable husky.
They'd even stopped keeping the secret, directly releasing the "Tears of an Angel" and the research report from before in full.
Their peers and the other conglomerates were practically stunned!
The Lihai'er Conglomerate had to