How could the head of the Mitsui family not afford a 5-billion-dor deposit?


    It felt like charlie Wade was pushing him to ept it, no matter what.


    Just as he was struggling for a response, charlie Wade continued, “Alright, Mr. Mitsui, I’m only asking for a deposit. I haven’t even charged you for saving your family’s lives yet. If you hesitate and dy, we can settle that now. Given your wealth, don’t you think a billion or two billion dors is a fair thank-you fee for saving your life?”


    “What?” Mitsui Yoshitaka was dumbfounded. Is this how people negotiate? Asking for billions as a thank-you fee? Did charlie Wade think he was a money-printing machine? Even a machine would catch fire trying to print that much money!


    Realizing charlie Wade’s seriousness, Mitsui Yoshitaka concluded that the deposit was the lesser evil. If this continued, charlie Wade might demand both a deposit and a thank-you fee. That would be a disaster.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    He thought to himself, I could be defiant and say, ‘Why should I pay you? I never asked you to save me. You saved me on your own, so why should I owe you anything?’


    Or I could argue, ‘You killed those people, not me. Why should I clean up your mess? You im it was to save me, but did I ask for your help? Did you get my consent? No? Then why should I pay?’


    He only dared to think these thoughts silently; he didn’t have the courage to say them out loud.


    On one hand, he feared his daughter would lose respect for him. On the other, he didn’t know charlie Wade’s background. If he angered charlie Wade, the man might turn around and kill him.


    Helplessly, he said to charlie Wade, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wade. Once this matter is settled, I’ll instruct the finance department to transfer the 5 billion dors to your ount.”


    charlie Wade nodded, then turned to Tawana and asked, “Ms. Sweet, I’ve saved you twice, including this afternoon. After the first time, you agreed to hold 10 concerts in China. Now that I’ve saved you again, shouldn’t we add another 10 concerts to make it fair?”


    Without hesitation, Tawana responded, “Everything is up to you, Mr. Wade. If you say 20 concerts, then 20 it is. If you think 20 isn’t enough, I’ll be happy to add more.”


    charlie Wade gave her a thumbs up and praised, “Miss Sweet, you’re truly straightforward. They say women can be as capable as men, but you’re far better than most men.”


    Mitsui Yoshitaka’s face turned slightly awkward. He could clearly tell that charlie Wade was ridiculing him while praising Tawana.


    At that moment, a group of ck-robed ninjas wielding short swords rushed in from both sides. At least one or two hundred of them stormed in, sealing off both ends of the passage.


    Seeing another wave of attackers, charlie Wade’s previous calm turned into renewed tension.


    This time, Mitsui Yoshitaka mentally prepared for the worst. He knew charlie Wade was powerful and had witnessed his skills. But this was different — it wasn’t just dozens of opponents, but hundreds, maybe even two or three hundred. Even if they stood still and let charlie Wade poke their foreheads with needles, there simply weren’t enough needles.


    Three hundred enemies, thirty bullets — impossible odds!


    Yet charlie Wade remained unbothered, standing calmly as if he were a spectator.


    The fallen warriors, seeing the influx of ninjas, felt a flicker of hope reignite!


    Although they didn’t know where the ninjas came from, they instinctively assumed the ninjas had the same mission: to secure the hidden billion-dor reward.


    With such arge number of ninjas, they would surely kill charlie Wade. If that happened, wouldn’t they be safe?<fn59c9> Find the newest release on findnovel</fn59c9>


    Ninjas are mercenaries who kill for money. They act swiftly, strike silently, and disappear without a trace. Therefore, there was no reason to fear them.


    One of the warriors quickly shouted to the ninjas, “Brothers! Kill them now, and the billion-dor reward is yours!”


    The lead ninja approached swiftly, red at the man, and without hesitation, drove a short de into his heart.


    The de had no blood groove, so not a single drop of blood spilled.


    The warrior felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his body copsed, lifeless, as if his soul had been snatched away.


    Before he died, he looked up weakly and murmured, “You… why… why did you kill me…”


    The ninja ignored him, stepped past his body, and approached charlie Wade. Dropping to one knee, he sped his hands respectfully and dered, “Mr. Wade, Hattori Hanzo of the Iga Ninja n reporting! My apologies for arrivingte, Mr. Wade. Please forgive me!”