Clearly, he was worried that these assassins would cause trouble for him.
Lu Chen, of course, could see through this and smiled, saying, "Brother Du, don't worry, they're not here to deal with you. Liu Sha is using them for other purposes; it has nothing to do with your matter."
"Oh?" Du Ling glanced at Lu Chen, a strange look in his eyes, seemingly wanting to ask something, but he didn't, simply saying, "Okay, I'll wait for good news from Liu Sha and Frank. I hope we can have a big success! Also, if the cooperation succeeds, Liu Sha said she'll give you more bonuses than I will. I think that's bullshit. No matter how much she gives you, I'll add ten percent!"
Watching Du Ling get into the car and leave, Lu Chen scratched his head, chuckling to himself. This was interesting. He had originally wanted to prevent a violent conflict out of respect for Liu Sha. Now it seemed he was actually benefiting.
He knew, of course, how astonishing the profits were from Wan Qian's second-tier Nice Diner. If this first-tier Nice Diner were to open and managed well, the profits wouldn't just be astonishing, they'd be terrifying!
Even if his share was only one-thousandth, it would still be incredibly substantial.
He turned his head, intending to return to the lobby, but after a moment's consideration, he didn't go in. Instead, he headed towards the building where the guest rooms were located.
While Lu Chen and Du Ling were talking, the atmosphere in the lobby was quite tense.
Frank didn't speak, but even a cat could tell his expression was off.
Ryusa also remained silent, gracefully walking to the luxury wine cabinet, pouring herself a glass of red wine, and slowly sipping it.
The wall clock ticked away, both sides seemingly waiting for the other to speak. Five or six minutes later, Frank couldn't hold back any longer: "Seriously! Are we really going to cooperate with that Chinese devil?"
Ryusa smiled faintly, but her answer was evasive: "Frank, I know you're unhappy with me, but don't worry, I won't steal your credit; I'm just correcting your direction. There's an old Chinese saying, 'When you're under someone else's roof, how can you not bow your head? If you hold your head too high, you'll easily get hurt. So, you need to learn to compromise.'"
Frank gritted his teeth, his face turning ashen.
"That's right, I've been suppressing you. To be honest, I don't want you to surpass me! But that was my thought seven years ago. In these seven years, I've come to deeply understand that you can't surpass me; in fact, I have to worry about your incompetence. You're my brother, and when necessary, I need to pull you up so you don't fall too hard. Do you understand what I mean?"
Frank's face darkened; his sister's words had deeply wounded his pride!
However, he had to admit it and could only silently nod.
"Then, listen to me," Ryusa said decisively. "I will stand behind you and support you in making this Nicedi Park a success. But I won't intervene. It's time for you to give the family a satisfactory report."
With that, she turned and walked up the stairs without waiting for Frank's response.
Frank watched her retreating figure and said in a deep voice, "I promise you, Ryusa. You are my sister, my sister for life. I hope that even if I make a terrible mistake, you will forgive me."
These words, of course, had a hidden meaning; they referred to his investigation into Ryusa's secret dealings.
Ryusa understood. She paused slightly and murmured, "No matter how I discipline you, you will always be my brother. Even if one day you really anger me and I cripple you, I will still take good care of you. Don't worry."
These words truly sent a chill down Frank's spine. Were they a good thing or a bad thing?
Halfway up the stairs, Ryuse suddenly stopped, saying without turning around, "Frank, there are some things I don't want to say too clearly, lest you resent me even more. You'll only understand after you've suffered for it yourself. What I want to remind you is, even if you're going to deal with him, leave yourself a way out. Otherwise, you might end up digging your own grave instead of catching him!"
She paused for a moment, then said, slowly and deliberately, "He even treats me with deference; how could you possibly handle him?"
With that, she continued upstairs, walking and walking until she disappeared.
Frank was covered in cold sweat, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Did Ryuse know he wanted to take Lu Chen to Australia? And did she think it was impossible?
"I refuse to believe it!" Frank shouted fiercely.
Ten minutes later, in Frank's dimly lit office.
He recounted the events that had just occurred, almost as if talking to himself, focusing on the matter of building the first-class Nice Disneyland with Du Ling.
"I'm really going to cooperate with that Du Ling as Ryusei arranged? I'm so unwilling! I was the one who brought Nisdy in, why should that son of a bitch Du get a share?"
With that, Frank slammed his fist hard on the thick table, making the Apple laptop jump up.
In the darkness where the light didn't reach, a pair of ears were actually listening—the mysterious Mark.
Mark listened for a moment, then said, "Your sister is right. Actually, as long as you can hold your temper, this is entirely beneficial for you. Because you can't deal with that Du Ling, you have to compromise. I could kill him, but his death would make the situation worse and damage your relationships."
"You also think cooperation is good?" Frank asked through gritted teeth.
"Didn't you promise Ryusei? I think whether it's good or bad is secondary," Mark said calmly. "But what I can tell you is that your biggest advantage is that you have control over the dialogue with the Nisdil headquarters. That's your chance to turn the tables and humiliate Du Ling after you've cooperated with him."
Frank paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "I understand, Mark, thank you! Besides, do you still think we need to take Lu Chen back to Australia? Ryusei saw through my motives but didn't stop me; she said it was to teach me a lesson!"
His anger flared again.
He really didn't like being controlled by this very domineering older sister.
Mark remained silent for a long time before speaking, his voice trembling slightly but remarkably firm:
"Yes, I think it's necessary! Even if Ryuse thinks you can't succeed, I'm quite confident. And there are many benefits. First, if we succeed, it will immediately slap Ryuse in the face, making her never dare to look down on you again; second, it will benefit your development of Nisdi in Yunzhou City, allowing you to easily create a counterweight to Du Ling; third, and most importantly, according to my latest intelligence, this Lu Chen is not simple; he may have held back some of his methods in treating my grandfather!"
"Holding back?" Frank was startled. He grinned maliciously: "So, he can actually cure my grandfather faster? I've suspected him for a long time. Good! Let's proceed according to plan. Capture him and take him to Australia! Perhaps, our family's biggest plan will succeed."
"To ensure the smooth implementation of the capture plan, I've also requested Mr. Ruff's assistance; he will send ten of my martial arts experts, all of whom have reached level six or above, to assist us!" Mark said with a hint of smugness.
"Great!" Frank exclaimed excitedly, slamming his fist into his hand. "With Uncle Luffy as my backup, do I still need to be afraid of Ryusei? Hahahaha..."
Meanwhile, in a luxurious guest room of this enormous manor villa, a blood-pumping sound was emanating, a series of moans and groans, sounding incredibly alluring.
Additionally, loud slapping sounds pierced through the noise.
The beautiful young woman, Xu Jiaqi, lay on the bed with seductive eyes, moaning so ecstatically, with Lu Chen behind her.
Lu Chen was excited and frenzied, his body swaying like a tree in a storm, giving Xu Jiaqi an almost unbearable impact. Looking at the white snake writhing beneath him, Lu Chen suddenly had a wicked thought.
He actually had an urge to imagine Jiaqi as Ryusei.
Both had similarly voluptuous and alluring figures, only Ryusei was taller, but in this prone position, it would be quite difficult to tell them apart, wouldn't it? So, fantasizing about it was quite easy.
As Lu Chen indulged in these fantasies, he couldn't help feeling guilty.
Xu Jiaqi, on the other hand, let Lu Chen do as he pleased, even when he hurt her, she only let out soft, submissive moans. She was willing because Lu Chen had helped her so much, rescuing her father from dire straits.
Thinking about how Lu Chen could clearly cure Sai Zhi, it just would take a long time, but Frank suddenly went back on his word, cunningly demanding two million dollars in gambling debts, even threatening to use her as collateral, she panicked, not knowing what to do.
Fortunately, things took a turn for the better. Liu Sha somehow managed to get five million dollars that Lu Chen had unintentionally won in a race, instantly resolving the problem.
Xu Jiaqi felt that she owed Lu Chen not only a huge favor, but also two million dollars.
She had already told him before that she didn't know how she could ever repay his debt. He grinned and said, "Jiaqi, it's simple. You'll be my woman for life, satisfying my lust!"
Xu Jiaqi was both amused and deeply moved, and immediately threw herself into Lu Chen's arms.
Thus began this earth-shattering, passionate lovemaking.
The bed was completely askew.
Xu Jiaqi solemnly told herself that if Lu Chen wanted her as his wife, she would marry him. If not, she wouldn't marry anyone else; she would be his mistress for life.
Suddenly, Lu Chen flipped Xu Jiaqi over, spread her legs, and pressed himself against her. After a scream, the woman clung tightly to the man's neck, her red lips pressed against his ear, crying out in the throes of passion, "Chen, I love you, let me die! Let me... just die in your arms..."
Lu Chen listened, his passion surging.
What do women love to hear most? To hear a man say he's willing to die for her.
What men love to hear most is a woman saying she wants to die in his arms.
Just as he was getting excited and about to intensify his advances, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.