"Ah, this is what I always look forward to when I’m with Madam: the top-notch variety of food!" El Capitan exclaimed while helping himself to a considerable-sized lobster.
"I’m already anticipating the delightful surprise of my special dessert tonight," the Cuban President remarked slyly, exchanging a knowing glance with El Capitan.
"Madam, a lot has happened in a short period here. Take a little rest and leave this place as soon as possible. I have brought several of my best men with me. I shall leave them with you here," stated the Russian President, his voice tinged with urgency and concern.
"Indeed, I brought some of my most trusted security team with me as well," added the Chinese President, his stance reflecting a sense of vigilance.
"And I have also brought additional personnel and weaponry," declared the Cuban President, his tone indicating a readiness for any potential threat.
"Um, I will. Thank you for all your concern and hard work," Ling Li replied, her voice reflecting a sense of appreciation amidst the tension.
After hearing Ling Li’s words of gratitude, The Chinese President expressed "Her words brought tears streaming down my face just like heavy rain." The Russian President joined in, humorously confessing, "My eyes are like overflowing rivers." Their lighthearted exchange filled the room with laughter.
As they savored their meal, the atmosphere was filled with joyful conversation and shared laughter. El Padre was particularly watchful of Ling Li’s meal, displaying a level of strictness that resembled a tiger carefully observing its prey. Googlᴇ search novel⦿fire.net
Ling Li found herself pleasantly surprised and a bit startled when Four Eyes handed her a selection of tempting side dishes with a soft-spoken assurance, "This is suitable for you." Four eyes spoke in a hushed tone, glanced downwards, and then resumed his own meal.
Not everyone, including the Presidents, Mushu, and Pharsa, especially men, dares to put food on Ling Li’s plate. Pharsa is the only person who can touch Ling Li. Not even the tip of her hair can be touched by anyone. Mushu can only do so if it is life or death; otherwise, they risk losing their hands.
Pharsa was astonished as she observed Ling Li willingly enjoying the dish that Four Eyes had served to her. It was a rare occurrence, as Ling Li typically only ate food given to her by her parents and three children.
Even El Padre was dumbfounded. "This man is got some balls! He has no idea who he’s dealing with."
Following dinner, Ling Li rose from her seat, headed over to where the General was and settled into a comfortable lounge chair. The rest of the group followed suit, taking their places around her.
"It has been a while, General." Ling Li spoke to get the General’s attention. The General is losing control of his body due to his torturous pain.
"Madam," the General muttered remorsefully, "I accept my crime. I don’t deserve your forgiveness."
"So, what information have you disclosed?" Ling Li inquired sharply.
"I did not say anything. I informed those individuals that I do not have access to you and that I am solely responsible for securities," the General responded, his voice tinged with exasperation.
"Do you truly expect me to believe that? What information are they seeking to extract?" Ling Li sternly contested.
"They believe you are personally connected to Otako, and if they hurt your family, Otako will intervene," the General explained solemnly.
"And you agreed to hurt my son!" Ling Li yelled at him and swung her hand toward the General; in an instant, The General was dead.
The three Chinese visitors were visibly stunned by the unfolding events, their eyes widening in a mixture of shock and disbelief. Meanwhile, the remaining members of the group carried on with their conversations, seemingly oblivious to the dramatic scene playing out before them.
El Capitan issued a firm command to his subordinates, directing them to remove the General from the immediate vicinity.
Pharsa interjected, expressing her concern: "You didn’t inquire about the Chanto family," she pointed out.
In response, Ling Li nonchalantly remarked, "They are insignificant players, mere ants attempting to engage in our game."
At that moment, the Chinese President’s aide approached, presenting him with a set of documents. As the President perused the contents, a faint smile crossed his face before he passed the papers over to Ling Li, who accepted them with a curious expression.
"That’s interesting. Chu Yan and Quan Ye, you are both CEOs of your respective companies." Ling Li was amused.
After reading the papers, it appeared that the Chinese President had his subordinates thoroughly check the three guests’ identities. Although Mushu also did, Ling Li never made time to read as long as they were clean. It was good enough to know. Ling Li trusts Mushu’s ability.
The two friends shared a knowing look, suggesting that they had indeed come under scrutiny. After a moment of contemplation, they both nodded in acknowledgment.
The night was filled with laughter and camaraderie as Ling Li attempted to address her guest, "Fatty.... Eh, Quan Ye..." But before Ling Li could continue, the whole group teased her.
However, her attempt to reverse the name was met with good-natured teasing from the group. "You have called him Fatty. Why call him Quan Ye!" The Chinese President joined in on the light-hearted banter.
"Yeah, we are all friends anyway." El Padre added to the festive atmosphere, expressing his happiness.
Adding to the merriment, "As far as I know, Madam calls him Chatty." Pharsa playfully pointed to Murphy with smiles up to her ears.
Ling Li is embarrassed; her face is now as red as a plum. She could only blame herself for calling her guest’s funny names and slipping her tongue in front of them. ’Blame it on the anesthesia! Dang!’ Ling Li thought.
"Now, what do you call the last guy?" The Cuban President asked excitedly, adding to the fire.
Ling Li, her lips pressed together in a tight line, unable to hide her despair.
"Oh, come on, he must have one, too. Tell us already!" El Capitan insisted, leaning in with anticipation.
Ling Li’s eyes darted over to Chu Yan, finding him looking rather unhappy with the situation. Feeling cornered and helpless, she had no choice but to speak up.
"He is Four Eyes," Ling Li said, her voice almost catching in her throat. Laughter erupted among the group, and Chu Yan shot her a sharp, quizzical look.