Chapter 89 Businessman

Several bodyguards immediately prepared to gag them upon seeing the situation, but Wang Xiuyuan waved his hand to stop them.

"Don't worry about them. Let them curse; let them curse however they want."

"All of you, listen carefully to how these three are cursing. They are Chinese."

"The Chinese have a long history and cultural accumulation. Their profanity is a model of art, something you vocabulary-deficient white people could never imagine."

"Hurry up and take this time to learn well. If you miss this opportunity, you won't get another chance."

Wells laughed hysterically upon hearing this. "Boss, I admit their cursing is very creative and artistic."

"But what do you mean by 'vocabulary-deficient white people'? Are you looking down on us white people for not knowing how to swear?"

Holt and the other bodyguards were shocked to see their boss being insulted so harshly and artistically.

But seeing Wang Xiuyuan's nonchalant attitude, they all started laughing along.

Wang Xiuyuan spread his hands and gave a contemptuous smile.

"Literally. If you're asking me if I'm looking down on white people's swearing abilities, my answer is only one."

"Yes."

"Try saying every curse word and insult you can think of, and you'll see once you're done."

Wells had a bit of a joker personality, and upon hearing Wang Xiuyuan's words, he immediately spoke up.

"No problem, Boss."

"'Shut up'—that's a basic command-style insult. 'Fuck off'—an expulsion phrase with sexual undertones."

"'You're a jerk'—belittling character. 'Get lost'—direct expulsion. 'Screw you'—contemptuous rejection. 'Damn it'—a generic curse."

"'You idiot'—insulting intelligence. 'I hate you'—emotional attack. 'Go to hell'—a very malicious curse. 'Asshole'—character insult."

"That's about it..."

Wells spoke slower and slower, even dragging out words like 'asshole' and 'I hate you' to make up the numbers, yet he only managed to scrounge up eleven words he considered insults.

His voice grew quieter toward the end, as if he realized his vocabulary for swearing was indeed quite deficient.

One couldn't blame Wells for his lack of confidence; comparison breeds resentment.

The three gang bosses pinned to the ground nearby hadn't stopped their mouths once since they started cursing, and not a single repeat could be heard in their profanity.

Wang Xiuyuan pointed at the three men on the ground, his face full of a mocking smile.

"Did you hear that? These three started before you and are filthier than you, yet they haven't stopped, and there hasn't been a single repetitive curse."

"Tell me, isn't your white vocabulary deficient? You just repeat the same few phrases over and over."

"Can words like 'go to hell,' 'I hate you,' 'get lost,' and 'shut up' even count as swearing? What about 'son of a bitch'? Or 'mother fucker'?"

"Learn well from these three. Focus on the person and their female relatives, then offer your most sincere regards from every angle."

Wells: "..."

The group of bodyguards: "..."

Holt slapped his forehead helplessly, seemingly unable to watch any longer.

"Boss, these three bastards are insulting you and your family! And it's a bit too filthy."

"Are we just going to let them keep cursing? We have many important matters to handle tonight."

"We just killed so many of their people, so what if we take a few insults? It's not like we're losing a piece of flesh."

"If you want them to shut up and cooperate, you don't necessarily have to use violent means. Just give them an appropriate lesson."

"Pick any one of their family members and execute them in front of their eyes. They'll naturally quiet down."

"Everyone makes mistakes, but when you do, you have to admit it. Everyone must pay the proper price for the mistakes they've made."

Holt opened his mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing what, and finally could only turn around to get back to work.

The other bodyguards also looked at Wang Xiuyuan with blank expressions; they were truly dazed by his logic.

Boss, you said we don't necessarily have to use violent means? Does executing people not count as using violent means?

Regardless, when Wang Xiuyuan's words reached the ears of the three Chinese gang bosses, the trio, already in a state of rage, cursed even more fiercely.

Following three dull gunshots, three lives vanished.

The pistol triggers were like three switches installed on them; after the three shots, these three gang bosses miraculously went silent instantly.

Reality is always this cruel. Superiors who hold the absolute power of life and death don't even bother to give an explanation to the powerless barking of the weak.

Forget an explanation; even acknowledging the weak is considered a favor from the superior!

Wang Xiuyuan walked up to the three, squatted down, and poked Master Kui of the Harmonious Prosperity Hall in the forehead with his finger. For a non-intimate relationship, this was an extremely insulting gesture.

If news got out that the head of a century-old Chinese gang had his forehead poked with a finger, Master Kui wouldn't be able to show his face in the underworld anymore.

He might as well find a tall building to perform a high-altitude elbow drop onto the concrete, or have a hearty game of tug-of-war between his neck and a roof beam. At the very least, he could use a pistol to implant some much-needed copper into his body.

In any case, Master Kui of the Harmonious Prosperity Hall could forget the word 'prestige' from now on; he wouldn't have the face to mention it.

Of course, that was assuming he still had a chance to get out alive.

"Have you three calmed down? Can we talk business properly now?"

Three gazes as sharp as knives stared fixedly at Wang Xiuyuan. If looks could kill, Wang Xiuyuan would have died at least ten thousand times over.

Boss Lin of Anliang Hall questioned furiously, "Is this how you invite us to talk business? Kidnapping the important members of our Anliang Hall and our families here."

"Killing hundreds of our men before saying a single word? Are you sure you're looking to do business with us?"

Boss Yin of the Ghost Shadow Gang said sarcastically, "Are you planning to give us a show of force first, and then use the safety of our families to blackmail us into doing something dangerous for you?"

"You've killed so many of our people. Why should we do as you ask?"

"My most loyal driver and bodyguards, several of my favorite mistresses and illegitimate children—all killed by you. Are you that confident in your plan?"

Master Kui of the Harmonious Prosperity Hall was older and didn't have as much temper as Boss Lin of Anliang Hall.

"Just say what it is. There's no need to make us guess; we have no interest in guessing, nor can we guess what you want."

Wang Xiuyuan smiled mysteriously. "I am a businessman, and I truly want to do a deal with you. Please, you must believe me."

"It's just that this business is a bit special..."

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