The man with the big white teeth in the passenger seat silently raised the muzzle of his gun, and asked with a friendly smile, "Is there a problem, Mr. Donald?"
Donald couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly shook his head, saying, "No problem! There's absolutely no problem!"
He instinctively reached out to the side, but in the blink of an eye he saw a large, dark face wearing sunglasses.
Donald:...
He quickly forced a smile and said, "I'm so sorry..."
Donald wanted to slap himself hard... Damn it! He was so used to bossing his assistant around that he'd completely forgotten there was a menacing figure sitting next to him!
However, the dark-faced man seemed to understand his meaning and directly took out a pen from his pocket and handed it to him.
Donald was taken aback, and hurriedly nodded his thanks, saying, "Th-thank you..."
He silently removed the pen cap and quickly signed his name.
Seeing that he had signed the document, the dark-faced man snatched the transfer agreement, quickly glanced at it, and then nodded to the big-toothed man in the passenger seat.
"It's his name."
"Very good!" The man with the big white teeth in the passenger seat grinned, holstered his pistol, and then extended his right hand. "Mr. Donald, thank you for your cooperation."
"Yes...yes!" Donald quickly extended his right hand.
The two shook hands insincerely.
Big White Teeth: "Pleasant to cooperate~"
Donald: "It's a pleasure to work with you! It's a pleasure to work with you!"
Big White Tooth released his grip and snapped his the Snap.
'Smack!'
The Snap seemed to be some kind of signal; the three of them got out of the car without a word and quickly left without looking back.
"Phew~~"
Donald breathed a sigh of relief, then grimaced and slammed his fist on the passenger seat.
"Fuck you, how dare you pull this on me! You'll teach me a lesson..."
Before he could finish his harsh words, the back door of the car was suddenly yanked open with a bang.
A large, dark face wearing sunglasses peered in.
Donald:...
A thin layer of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead.
Donald forced a smile and asked nervously, "You, you... hehe... hehe..."
Big Black was wearing sunglasses so you couldn't see his eyes, but Donald could clearly feel a chill emanating from that imposing, muscular body.
Suddenly, a large, dark-faced man poked half his body in, and his large, fan-like hand reached out.
Donald was so frightened that he immediately covered his head in defense, while desperately shouting, "Spare me! I won't do it again, I'll never do it again!"
However...
The dark-faced man simply snatched the pen from his hand.
Then he spread out his large palm and said in a deep voice, "Pen cap!"
Donald lowered his hands and stared at him blankly.
The man with the dark face impatiently urged, "Give me back my pen cap!"
Donald then realized what was happening and hurriedly placed the pen cap in his palm.
"Okay, okay~"
The man in the black suit pressed the pen cap back onto the pen, carefully put it back in his inner pocket, and then silently slipped away.
Donald sat stiffly in the back seat, not daring to move an inch, not even daring to let the forced smile on his face fade.
After waiting for a while, the three people did not return.
Donald relaxed and slumped into his seat.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
He roared in a fit of rage, "Don't let me find out who you are! Otherwise, I, Donald Bessimo, will sink your entire family into the Atlantic Ocean!"
Half an hour later, in the conference room of New York Presbyterian Hospital.
Director Elwin arrived at the conference room fifteen minutes ago, but strangely, the other hospital board members were all late, as if they had all agreed to do so.
To this day, one of the directors, Karen Thomas, has still not arrived.
The pent-up discontent among the directors, who were forced to sign the $1 transfer agreement, suddenly erupted.
"Where is Director Karen?! Why hasn't she arrived yet?!"
"Fuck, how much longer are we going to have to wait here?!"
"This stupid meeting can be held if it can be held, otherwise it should be disbanded!"
Director Elwin frowned as he listened to the chaotic cursing, and couldn't help but bang on the table.
'Knock knock knock!'
"Distinguished directors, please be patient and give Director Karen Thomas another ten minutes!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the conference room door was violently kicked open from the outside.
'Bang!'
A white figure flew into the conference room from outside the door.
'Snap~'
The white figure collapsed onto the ground next to Donald Bessimo's chair.
He glanced down at the other person and couldn't help but exclaim, "Director Thomas?!"
Holy crap! That's terrible!
Director Karen Thomas was stripped bare, leaving her with only a gray pair of briefs covering her lower body.
"Hmm~"
Karen Thomas groaned and rolled over on the ground, instantly revealing a horribly disfigured face...
Donald glanced at it and immediately felt a chill run down his spine.
He quickly turned around and sat quietly in his seat, as if in a moment of crisis.
Upon hearing this, the other directors either stood up, leaned forward, or craned their necks...
Upon seeing Karen Thomas's horrific condition, they couldn't help but gasp in shock.
" Karen?!"
"Director Thomas?!"
"Oh my god! How did he end up like this?!"
Suddenly, a large group of people poured into the meeting room.
The group of men were burly and all dressed in sharp black suits and large sunglasses.
They quickly split into two neat lines in front of the conference room door.
Then, a figure slowly walked in from outside the door.
The visitor had an exceptionally bright smile on his face and waved enthusiastically as soon as he entered.
"Hey everyone, it's been a long time!"
When the hospital board members saw who it was, they all wore expressions of disbelief.
Richard?!
" Doctor Richard?!"
"How could it be you?!"
"What are you doing here?!"
"Fuck you, you bastard, what did you do?!"
Upon catching the curse, Richard's smile vanished instantly.
"Looks like some people don't welcome me~"
As soon as he finished speaking, two men in black suits rushed out from the queue.
They ran straight to the back of a fat director and lifted him up like a dead pig.
The portly director, terrified, struggled frantically and cried out, "It wasn't me! It wasn't me! You've got the wrong person!"
However, the two men in black suits silently dragged him into a corner, and their fists rained down on him.
The fat director screamed in agony as he was beaten.
"Ah! My hand!"
"Ah! My eyes!"
"Spare me, please!"
"I won't do it again, I won't do it again, ah!!!"
Richard frowned impatiently. "Too noisy!"
The two men in black suits paused, exchanged a silent glance, and simultaneously began playing rock-paper-scissors...
A pair of scissors, a bundle...
The man who had unpacked the bundle immediately turned pale. He quickly took off his shoes, then his socks... and stuffed the socks, all crumpled up, into the fat director's mouth.
"Mmm (Spare me)! Mmm (Spare me)!"
The fat director was still begging for mercy.
But after doing all that, the man in the black suit raised his fists again, raining down blows. This time, the man in the black suit who had been forced to take off his socks swung his fists with exceptional ferocity.
The meeting room fell completely silent in an instant.
The other directors all sat in their seats, trembling with fear.