Chapter 48: Even the French must follow the rules

Five minutes later, Nesli Trading Firm.

General Manager Pierre was leaning on the leather sofa, holding a cup of fine French coffee, but his eyes were fixed on the opposite blonde‑blue‑eyed female secretary Mary.

"Dear," he smiled ambiguously, "let us continue exploring the mysteries of human biology..."

"Oh, Pierre..." Mary giggled, moving closer.

Bang!

Suddenly, a loud bang.

The firm's door was kicked open, and a dozen or so armed gendarmes rushed in.

Smack!

Before he could react, the sound of shattering glass came from downstairs repeatedly.

"Damn it! What's going on?" He rushed to the window.

He saw downstairs dozens of gendarmes madly smashing the firm's goods and facilities.

Priceless French red wine was smashed to pieces, exquisite furniture was overturned, account books and documents were torn to shreds...

"Stop! Stop!" Pierre shouted angrily, "Do you know whose firm this is?"

Bang!

The office door was kicked open.

Zhou Wei stood at the door, expressionless: "Mr. Pierre, Director Lin invites you to a meeting at the Fourth Bureau."

"A meeting?" Pierre laughed furiously, "You lot aren't even worthy..."

Bang!

Another loud bang.

Downstairs, a huge display cabinet crashed to the ground.

"You have four minutes to decide," Zhou Wei glanced at his watch, "if you don't go..."

He gave a meaningful glance at the chaos downstairs: "I'm afraid the whole firm will be smashed to pieces."

Pierre's face turned ashen.

He finally understood why everyone said that Lin Madman would do anything!

"Damn it!" Pierre trembled with rage.

He had never taken Lin Yu's invitation seriously at all.

What background does Nesli Trading Firm have? It's an asset of high officials of the Public Administration Bureau's Frankish Empire! Even Director General Lei Nuo has to be polite when he sees me.

He, Lin Yu, a mere Fourth Bureau Chief, even if bold, would dare to lay a hand on me?

But now Pierre realized that Lin Yu is truly a madman through and through!

"Fuck you!" Pierre stood up, pointing at Zhou Wei and cursing, "You damned Chinese, I'll make you..."

Click.

A black muzzle was pressed against his forehead.

"Mr. Pierre," Zhou Wei said with a gentle smile, "it seems you prefer to refuse a toast and drink a forfeit."

"You... you dare..."

Zhou Wei said nothing, just grabbed Pierre's collar and jerked him hard.

Pop!

Buttons popped open, revealing Pierre's face twisted with terror.

"Since Mr. Pierre likes coffee so much..." Zhou Wei picked up the steaming cup on the table, "then drink more."

"No... don't..."

Gurgle...

Scalding coffee was poured straight into Pierre's collar.

Ah!!!

A piercing wail echoed throughout the firm.

"Now," Zhou Wei tossed the coffee cup aside, "Mr. Pierre, are you willing to go to the meeting?"

Pierre covered his reddened neck, his eyes full of fear.

"Come on, Mr. Pierre." Zhou Wei gestured to two gendarmes to lift Pierre up.

"No... please..." Pierre still wanted to struggle, but the gendarmes held him fast.

Mary beside him was already trembling with fear, curled in the corner, tears about to fall.

Zhou Wei turned to her and spoke fluent French: "Désolé, mademoiselle (Sorry, miss)."

He wore a playful smile: "Sorry to disturb you and Mr. Pierre's... romantic time."

"But now," he shrugged, "he has to come with us. You know, Director Lin is waiting for him."

Mary looked at Zhou Wei's smiling yet chilling face and couldn't help but shiver.

"Au revoir (Goodbye)." Zhou Wei gave an elegant bow, then turned and left.

Pierre was held by the gendarmes and dragged out like a soaked dog.

His usual haughty face was now filled with terror and despair.

Downstairs, broken bottles and furniture shards littered the floor, a scene of chaos.

This is the price of offending Lin Madman!

In the meeting room.

Ten minutes were about to pass, the atmosphere grew ever graver.

"You say, does Lin Madman really dare to bring Pierre here?" someone whispered.

"Who knows?" the person beside wiped cold sweat, "Nesli Trading House isn't the Health Union Association; behind it is a French official..."

"That's right," another person interjected, "Thunderous but little rain is also possible. After all..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone suddenly kicked him.

Lin Yu was coldly staring at the person who was speaking.

The entire meeting room fell silent in an instant.

Lin Yu glanced at his watch, then leisurely exhaled a smoke ring.

Zhang Jingyao and the others exchanged a glance, all seeing the doubt in each other's eyes.

This madman really dares to strike at the French's property?

You should know, Nesli Trading House is the property of a high-ranking official of the Public Administration Bureau. Offending Pierre is equivalent to offending the ruler of the entire French Concession.

Just as everyone was feeling uneasy, a commotion suddenly came from downstairs.

"Let me go! You damned Chinese!"

"I'll make you all perish!"

Pierre's angry cursing came through, mixed with heavy footsteps.

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.

This madman really brought Pierre here!

Pierre was pushed into the meeting room, his face flushed red, his clothes disheveled.

"Youcrazybastard!" he pointed at Lin Yu, "Do you know who I am? I will let the entire French Concession know..."

Lin Yu silently stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and stood up.

He strode up to Pierre, suddenly reaching out to grab his hair.

"Bang!"

Pierre's forehead slammed heavily into the wall.

"Bang!"

Another muffled thud.

"Bang!"

The third strike.

Blood flowed down Pierre's forehead, dyeing his usually arrogant face red.

"Ah!" a shrill scream echoed in the meeting room.

Pierre collapsed on the ground, his eyes full of fear: "You... youarecrazy！YouareSatan！"

Lin Yu looked down at him, slowly lifting his foot and stepping on one of Pierre's fingers.

"Remember," he slowly applied force, "here, even if one is French..."

"Ah!" Pierre's face twisted in pain.

"You must also follow my rules," Lin Yu said coldly, "understand?"

The meeting room was utterly silent.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

This madman actually dared to deal such a harsh blow to the person in charge of Nesli Trading House!

"Zhou Wei," Lin Yu loosened his foot, "help Mr. Pierre to his seat."

His tone suddenly became courteous, as if the violent person just now were not him.

"Yes... yes..." Pierre nodded repeatedly, being helped up by two gendarmes to sit in his seat.

His forehead was still bleeding, one finger swollen like a radish. But he no longer dared to say a single "no".

Lin Yu straightened his clothes and returned to the main seat to sit down.

He looked around, gazing at each person present.

The gang leaders lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

The business owners trembled, fearing they might become the next Pierre.

Even the Three Great Chinese Businessmen wore solemn expressions.

They finally understood, this madman truly fears no one.

Even daring to strike a French person, what is there that he wouldn't dare to do?

"Gentlemen," Lin Yu said with a smile, "the meeting officially begins."

In the entire meeting room, only Pierre's suppressed sobs remained.

This night was destined to be a turning point in the history of the French Concession.