Chapter 305: 306. Chapter 302: Elimination Game Naming Bonus: Galatia 3

306. Chapter 302: Elimination Game Naming Bonus: Galatia 3

The world of adults is very complex, because the smiles you see on others' faces aren't necessarily them truly laughing with joy.

Hypocrisy seems to have become the most unwelcome, yet unavoidable, gift at everyone's coming-of-age ceremony.

Lanse was smiling, and President Peiman was also smiling. Both were mocking each other, but very subtly, not so blatantly.

The two soon walked and chatted, arriving at the parking lot where a luxury car, a section longer than ordinary cars, was parked.

There was another car in front, with three people inside, who should be bodyguards or similar roles.

Ordinary cars only had two rows, front and back, but this car had three rows—front, middle, and back—with the second and third rows facing each other, and a movable small table in the middle.

The benefits of money were expressed vividly at this moment: extreme enjoyment, extreme happiness!

Lanse had seen it; the retail price was thirty-seven thousand five hundred dollars, which might be the savings of many people's entire lives without eating or drinking.

Actually, speaking of it, this society isn't very cruel; at least they can afford it if they don't eat or drink for a lifetime.

The secretary let Ma Duoer put the money in the trunk. Originally, they didn't really want to take Ma Duoer, but Lanse said this was his personal bodyguard.

Peiman, who had already promised to take Lanse, waved his hand and let Ma Duoer get in the car, though in the front passenger seat.

Lanse, him, and his secretary sat in the back.

"Very comfortable seats," Lanse patted the sofa. President Peiman also saw Lanse's car, worth twenty thousand, and again affirmed that Lanse was a wealthy person.

He smiled, seemingly humble but actually showing off, and waved his hand. "Just for the convenience of work; actually, I'm not a person who likes things too luxurious."

This was a bit inhuman, but Lanse didn't care; he wasn't here to be human today.

He smiled, nodded, and let Ma Duoer tell the driver where to go.

The car quickly started, and two cars drove onto the highway, one after the other.

President Peiman was very good at talking, whether it was small secrets from the Presidential Palace, secrets of the Gal royal family, or interesting stories about nobles; he always had them at his fingertips.

Along the way, the two talked very congenially. When the car was about to enter the main road, they encountered a convoy of large trucks.

At this moment, a truck suddenly changed lanes, almost hitting President Peiman's luxury car.

The driver's cursing wasn't loud, but Ma Duoer, sitting in the front passenger seat, heard it all.

The car in front might have discovered the abnormality, but the bodyguard car's driver saw through the rearview mirror and didn't see any abnormality; he could still see President Peiman's car.

There was no place to park on the side of the road here; they planned to stop on the side of the road ahead and get back on the road.

At this moment, the rear car driver honked twice to express strong dissatisfaction. Not only did the truck in front not yield the lane, but the tailgate of its cargo bed suddenly fell off...

This description isn't very accurate; it should be that one end of the loading board fell directly to the ground, creating a ramp between the truck's cab and the ground.

President Peiman's driver watched all this happen, stunned, cursing the truck in front. If he accidentally hit this car, wouldn't he be docked to death?

Just as the driver intended to stop, Ma Duoer took a gun from his bosom and pressed it against the driver's head. "Drive up."

The driver didn't react at first, let alone him; even the two people in the back didn't react.

When President Peiman and his secretary reacted, Lanse also drew his gun and looked at them smilingly. "Mr. White, I am a good person, but you'd better not challenge whether I will become a bad person!"

At this moment, how could President Peiman not know that this was a trap!

He wanted to squeeze out a smile, but really couldn't. "Mr. White, I think there might be some misunderstanding between us."

Lanse didn't interrupt his words, which made him feel there was some hope, and at this moment, after a brief acceleration, the car drove directly onto the truck.

The truck's canopy was blocked by layers of tarpaulin. Although there was light inside, it wasn't intense, just like his mood at this moment—gloomy.

There were many others in the car. They retracted the loading board, and the truck began to accelerate.

Adding up to maybe only one or two minutes, President Peiman's car disappeared!

At this time, they had already left this road that wasn't very easy to travel. The bodyguard car had already stopped on the side of the road. They thought they would see President Peiman's car immediately.

But when the two trucks accelerated and left, they didn't see anything!

The three looked at each other. Is this hell?

Such a large car, just a minute ago it was in their sight, and a minute later, it actually disappeared?

Everyone was driving forward along the way, whether it was them or the trucks behind them, but what about President Peiman's car?

Where did it go?

They were sweating coldly while turning around to try to find it, but it was impossible to find anything, which also made them realize that the trouble was big!

They immediately reported this matter to the company—they weren't bodyguards for Balz Investment Bank; they were personnel from a security company, and President Peiman hired them.

When the company learned they had lost President Peiman, their first reaction wasn't to immediately tell Balz Investment Bank or call the police.

Instead, they sent people over to try to find the missing President Peiman's car on this road. After all, losing such a big figure would be a fatal blow to the company's business!

At the same time, the situation in the truck had stabilized. There were so many people in the truck, and President Peiman and his secretary also resigned themselves to their fate.

Interestingly, the driver had been keeping his eyes closed since getting on the truck, and even used his clothes to cover his head.

He kept saying things like "I didn't see you, don't kill me," which made people feel a bit dumbfounded.

In the back, Lanse had already put away his gun. President Peiman was still trying to remain calm. "Can I know the purpose of you bringing us here?"

Lanse nodded. "The money you cheated from those investors."

The truck was driving toward the suburbs. There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. President Peiman's car was too conspicuous; it needed to be hidden for a while.

The bumps on the road were also telling them that they were moving away from the city, which made the two of them feel panicked.

President Peiman didn't admit Lanse's statement. "We never cheated anyone. If you don't believe us, you can go ask those investors if they can receive a rebate from us every month?"

"We are just as we said in the contract we signed. We never default on rebates. No one can fulfill rebates more punctually than us!"

"Mr. White, I swear to God, we are not scammers!"

"You must have misunderstood us!", he said, seemingly a bit agitated and wanting to stand up, but soon the dark muzzle made him sit back down, with a bitter smile.

Lanse shook his head and said, "You use the investors' principal to pay their rebates. If I'm not mistaken, the twenty-fifth is the final time, which is the time for you to run away."

President Peiman looked at Lanse in disbelief, and his secretary also had an ugly expression.

Both of them seemed to want to say something, but didn't know what to say or how to say it.

Lanse's toes shook. "You hurt the feelings of the people of New Jincheng and cheated them out of their money. My request is very simple: give this money to me, and then I will give you a way to live."

"If you think I'm lying, or think... I can't do it, we can try."

"Maybe you are professional at fraud, but at prying people's mouths open and disposing of corpses, I am professional!"

"You might have heard of the legend of Angel Lake. I don't want you to become part of the legend!"

The truck's speed slowed down significantly, and finally stopped slowly. "We're home, Mr. Peiman, and this gentleman."

Peiman slowly got out of the car. He looked at Lanse with a miserable expression. "If I don't show up tonight, they might suspect something happened to us and might run away early..."

"My meaning is... can I make a phone call to them?"

He was still trying to struggle, and Lanse fired a shot directly, hitting his lower leg.

President Peiman let out a scream that both he and his secretary found hard to believe. He fell to the ground, clutching his leg and screaming.

This is the suburbs; his screams couldn't travel far. Even if there were people nearby by luck, that person would only accelerate to escape, not help him call the police or anything.

"Want another shot?", Lanse asked. "If not, you'd better shut your dog mouth!"

In the next second, President Peiman shut his mouth, but he was covered in sweat because of the pain.

"Can you... help me stop the bleeding first?"

The bullet actually penetrated his lower leg, but considering he was willing to cooperate, Lanse had someone help him treat the wound.

Soon after, supported by his secretary, he hopped into a house in a mountain depression in the suburbs.

"Mr. Peiman, and this secretary gentleman, let me reiterate my demands."

"I only want money, not your lives, and you don't have to feel I'm too excessive. We are all taking money that doesn't belong to us, it's just that maybe..."

He scratched his head. "My way of doing this doesn't have much technical content, but I like its simplicity."

"Mr. Peiman, I don't like repeating the same question. Are you ready?"

President Peiman pleaded with a pale face. "This money isn't up to me alone; it's up to our entire team. I alone can't move that money!"

Lanse looked at the secretary beside him. "What about you?"

"Do you have anything to say?"

The secretary was silent for a while, seemingly thinking, and after about twenty or thirty seconds, he asked, "How much do you want?"

President Peiman looked at him, as if asking, "Are you not going to persist anymore?"

And Lanse said smilingly, "All of it!"

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