"Wake him up." Jiang Cheng looked at the unconscious Zhang Yu and spoke icily.
"Yes, sir." Wang Sheng nodded and lifted his chin toward the others in signal.
On the order, Li Minhang stepped over, grabbed the prepared bucket of cold water, and dumped it on Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu jolted awake instantly.
He shivered, shook the icy water from his hair, and forced open his drooping eyelids.
His mind was still foggy.
A splitting headache told him his wrists and ankles were bound to a chair.
Seeing Li Minhang at his side, Zhang Yu jumped to the wrong conclusion.
Thrilled, he blurted, "So you like this kind of game? I love it too—it's such a turn-on! Come on, hit me!"
Li Minhang pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses with his middle finger.
Fighting the urge to gag, he kept a polite smile. "Sorry—name's Li Minhang, twenty-five, 180 cm, into women."
"What do you mean?" Zhang Yu finally sensed something was off and looked around.
The unfamiliar room snapped him fully awake.
He remembered landing, then heading to a hotel with Li Minhang—how had he ended up here?
"Who... who are you people?"
Scanning the faces, Zhang Yu's gaze finally locked on Jiang Cheng.
His heart skipped; trembling, he stammered, "It's you... what do you want? You kidnapped me?"
Jiang Cheng stepped over, towering above him, eyes as cold as if he were staring at a corpse.
The suffocating aura made Zhang Yu feel crushed.
His pulse hammered in terror.
He realized how serious this was.
"Wh-what are you planning? Murder's a crime—don't do anything rash. I'm begging you, stay calm."
Jiang Cheng smiled fearlessly. "I told you: next time we meet, I'll shut you up for good."
He turned to Wang Sheng. "How do we handle it?"
"Young Master, there are many ways to die. In Tyrande, plenty of people 'accidentally' OD; drowning, car crashes, falls—old news, easy to arrange."
Jiang Cheng nodded. "Deal with it."
"Yes, sir. Right away." Wang Sheng bowed.
Listening to their emotionless exchange, Zhang Yu's face drained of color.
He pleaded in panic, "You can't do this, Young Master Jiang! I was wrong, I swear I'll never bother Yu Xiaoxiao again—please let me go, please..."
Before he could finish, a foul rag was stuffed into his mouth.
Jiang Cheng had no interest in watching the rest. He left with Wang Sheng and Qing Zhong, heading for Hengcheng Company.
Last time's system-rewarded shares still needed his signature; today was convenient.
Because everything had been arranged, Jiang Cheng told Wang Sheng to stop right at the entrance.
Several Bodyguards in black suits and a Middle-aged Man in a floral shirt, cigar in hand, were already waiting at the door.
The rolls-royce pulled up; Wang Sheng opened the rear door for Jiang Cheng.
The instant Jiang Cheng stepped out, the Middle-aged Man hurried over and embraced him.
In broken Chinese he said, "Hello, little brother Jiang Cheng—I've finally waited for you."
This man was Mario, Hengcheng's biggest shareholder.
Just then the system chimed.
"Host detected to have a language barrier—rewarding Host with [Thai Proficiency]."
Amazed by the system's intelligence, Jiang Cheng silently praised, Awesome.
He nodded, shook Mario's hand, and replied fluently in Thai, "Big Brother Mario, glad to meet you."
Surprise flashed across Mario's face. "I didn't expect you to speak Thai, little brother."
"Just a little."
"Come, let me show you around, then we'll give you a proper welcome."
"Thank you, Big Brother Mario."
"No need for thanks—we're brothers."
While they talked, Jiang Cheng used the Character Scanning System on Mario.
[Name: Mario]
[Age: 35]
[Height: 178 cm]
[Weight: 85 kg]
[favorability value: 110 (Sworn Brothers)]
Seeing the favorability value, Jiang Cheng finally relaxed.