Chapter 299 Beating Others Is a Desperate Measure

！克勞迪奧又驚又怒：“佩普斯，你在做什麼？你竟然殺了希伯特利！你知道這是背叛嗎？背叛了天父大人！”克勞迪奧氣得忘記了站在他麵前如同殺神一般的王錚。佩普斯無所謂地聳聳肩：“我不在意什麼所謂的忠誠，相比之下，我更關心自己的生命。”冇有人知道，在南京的時候，佩普斯就已經被王錚收編了！當時佩普斯因彈片擊中而住院，也就是那個時候，在王錚的“威逼利誘”之下，佩普斯選擇了背叛迪納塔萊！這也是王錚在理想國度內部埋...Chapter 299 Beating People as a Last Resort

"Who are you"

Dong Qinpeng looked at the two young men by the door, with wary glints in his small eyes.

A Chinese man and a blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreign帥哥 (handsome guy) were quite eye-catching.

Wang Zheng glanced around at the people seated in the room and said cheerfully, "So this is where Big Boss Dong is hosting a meal for officials. With such tight scrutiny on public funds being used for entertainment outside, your Hengsheng canteen remains in full swing."

"Who are you, and why have you barged in here" Dong Qinpeng asked again. At this moment, only Dong Qinpeng spoke up; after all, the other officials present were not hosts and thus did not feel comfortable speaking.

"Who am I"

Wang Zheng nonchalantly pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, saying, "The dishes here are quite sumptuous. Just the smell is enough to whet my appetite."

The dining table was large enough to seat over twenty people, so Wang Zheng sitting there did not cause any crowding.

"I'll ask again: Who exactly are you If your answer doesn't satisfy me, I will have the security guards throw you out!" Dong Qinpeng had a big business and naturally a large temper; Wang Zheng's seemingly impolite actions had already provoked his anger.

The officials present also wore grim expressions. What Wang Zheng said earlier without any restraint was quite displeasing to them.

"If you're a dragon, you coil; if you're a tiger, you lie in wait. Isn't this what you said, Mr. Dong" Wang Zheng played with the chopsticks in his hand and said somewhat carelessly.

"Interesting." Dong Qinpeng laughed rather than getting angry: "It looks like you are someone from Jirong."

"That's correct," Wang Zheng said with a half-smile, half-grimace: "So it seems Mr. Dong isn't too happy about this"

"Happy to see you! How could I not be pleased" Dong Qinpeng chuckled warmly: "I just didn't expect that all of Jirong would act like cowardly turtles. Every day, I slap your faces but none of you dare come forward and retaliate; the First Group is truly living up to its name."

"Mr. Dong, are you still slapping my face now" Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes.

"What This young man has only just noticed" Dong Qinpeng snickered: "As the saying goes, if you're young and inexperienced, your actions will be unreliable. That's not wrong at all. I really can't understand; is it truly the case that Jirong International doesn’t have anyone capable to send Why did they even bother sending you"

The officials still didn’t speak up, especially Guo Aihua who knew that since Jirong International had sent someone over, they would be even less inclined to openly favor one side. These people were as crafty as monkeys; it wouldn't do to offend either party.

Especially in the current unclear political situation of Nanjiang, they weren’t willing to rashly believe only what Dong Qinpeng said. If they supported a side at this moment, it would have an uncertain impact on their future political careers.

"Well then, Mr. Dong, since you've got company over here now, we'll take our leave," Guo Aihua stood up and said: "I will host another gathering for you some other day."

Seeing Guo Aihua stand up first, the other officials realized that staying longer might lead to unforeseen consequences. Thus, they also got up to bid farewell.

Looking at these officials leaving, Dong Qinpeng's gaze turned deep and thoughtful.

At this moment, Lewandowski also pulled out a chair to sit down, and the layout of the box immediately turned into two against one.

"Mr. Dong, how do you feel about your rude remarks just now" Wang Zheng's expression was neither smiling nor serious.

"I'm just speaking the truth." Dong Qinpeng clearly didn't think much of Wang Zheng since a man who looked to be under thirty couldn’t possibly be a high-level executive at Jirong International and thus wouldn’t have any real say in matters.

He, Dong Qinpeng, intended to use his own methods to force the person in charge from the上官family to appear, then gain what he deserved from them. However, Wang Zheng was clearly not that person.

But right at this moment, Dong Qinpeng's phone rang.

"What Liwen was injured Moderate concussion" Upon hearing the report on the other end of the line, Dong Qinpeng’s voice involuntarily rose an octave.

The Volkswagen Polo convoy that Dong Liwen originally had racing with Wang Zheng's Audi found themselves far behind due to the significant performance disparity. Seeing their young master was seriously injured, they decided halfway through to go to the hospital for a check-up.

When the results came back, it turned out to be moderate concussion. No wonder Dong Liwen had been in such a daze earlier; he must have suffered a heavy blow from Wang Zheng. The bodyguards knew not to take this lightly and quickly reported to their boss.

However, they didn't expect that the culprit was sitting right across from them at this moment.

"Alright, let Liwen stay in the hospital for a few days."

After hanging up the phone, looking at Wang Zheng tasting dishes with chopsticks nearby, Dong Qinpeng's eyes turned even darker.

"Friend, your intentions are not good," Dong Qinpeng's voice grew increasingly low and heavy, clearly recognizing that his son had been injured by this person.

"If a wolf comes, he will be met with knives and spears." Wang Zheng looked up and smiled: "For Ideal City, Mr. Dong is undoubtedly a figure like a wolf. You have been swaggering on my construction site all day long; I merely made a small counterattack. Is there something wrong with that"

"Arrogant," in his heart, Dong Qinpeng quickly gave this young man an evaluation.

"Since you've come, then let's talk seriously." Dong Qinpeng leaned forward, the fat on his face slightly trembling as he said: "Let’s have an honest and open conversation."

“Actually…" Wang Zheng prolonged the phrase, shaking his head: “There is nothing to discuss.”

"Oh Why" Dong Qinpeng seemed interested, with a shrewd gleam in his small eyes.

"Attacking Juruo's construction site means you must have some backing. However, I don’t know what your backing is now, and furthermore, you won't tell me the background of this matter anyway, so what can we possibly discuss You keep stirring up trouble; such behavior is no different from that of a thug. As an upright young man, what’s there to talk about with a thug"

Confronted by this man who repeatedly spoke rudely to him, Dong Qinpeng was visibly angered: "Reckless! Do you know where you are You're in Nanjiang, my territory! Even if your Ideal City is completed, I can still find people to destroy it for me. Today cut off the water supply, tomorrow cut off electricity, and the day after that throw feces at it; try it out and see who will buy your houses"

Dong Qinpeng's thoughts were correct: if he had lost in the early stages, then he must make up for it later on, or else he would be holding a grudge forever.

"That’s why I hate talking to thugs."

Wang Zheng helplessly picked up half a bottle of Wuliangye that was still beside him and helplessly threw it at Dong Qinpeng's fat face. Su Tianqi touched his thighs which were slick with sweat; he didn’t doubt whether everything was an illusion because the dream had been too real. The sensations and feelings from those hands felt lik...