King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1822 - 1502: Buying People

Monica frowned as she looked at the suddenly appearing Indians and the 'Dart' chasing them...

She casually tossed a drink card towards the Indian woman, smiled at 'Dart', and said, "Looks like you haven't completed the task the boss assigned..."

'Dart' quickly walked to Monica's side, signaled to the Kurdish female bodyguards to stop the Indian guards from approaching, and said softly, "Ma'am, in fact, I've convinced them, but I don't know why things changed yesterday...

This woman is Yasmina, a leading figure among the younger generation of the Indian Consortium, specializing in handling tricky issues.

Our people are already in position, don't engage too much with her, just handle her a bit, the boss will be here soon, and we'll take care of what's left..."

Monica didn't listen to what 'Dart' said. She stared at the commanding aura of the Indian beauty Yasmina, smiling, "I like your aura...

Quickly write a price, and while you're at it, write your own price too; I want to buy it all together...

I currently need an assistant who can chat with me. Hmm, your legs look good; my boss likes your type, slightly sturdy..."

Indian woman Yasmina wasn't angered by Monica's provocations. She strode to the side of the fat man, using her gaze to push him away, sat in his place...

Signaled for the bartender to bring a glass of whiskey, Yasmina downed it in one gulp, then rudely opened Monica's more decorative than practical purse, dumping its contents onto the bar...

Seeing Monica's smile remain on her face, Yasmina picked up Monica's lipstick, wrote "2+1" on the drink card, and pushed it to Monica...

"You can write a check. If you can offer enough money, then I'm yours..."

Saying this, Yasmina applied Monica's lipstick on her lips, then smacked her lips to even the color, mimicking a kissing gesture towards Monica...

"Like it? You can buy it..."

Monica raised her hand to signal the guards not to be agitated, picked up the round drink card, looked at the numbers, smacked her lips, and said, "2+1, 200 million + 100 million?

You think your 9% share is worth 200 million, and you're worth 100 million dollars?"

Yasmina shrugged slightly, saying, "You can disagree, so I can go back and report..."

She lightly tilted Monica's chin, looked at Monica's slightly parted lips, and said with a deliberately lowered voice, "Or you can set your own price..."

Monica wasn't at all upset by such provocation; she was even a bit excited...

Seeing the mockery in Yasmina's eyes, Monica gently held her hand, turned and waved to a young lawyer...

Once the lawyer brought over a checkbook, Monica lowered her head, kissed Yasmina's hand, then quickly wrote two checks and pushed them in front of Yasmina...

"Deutsche Bank is right next door, you can cash the checks anytime."

Saying this, Monica looked at Yasmina, whose expression was somewhat stiff, and chuckled lightly, "You're mine now...

Go cash the checks, then change into a new outfit and come see me...

I admit you look quite dashing now, but a woman always trying to imitate a man will never succeed."

Yasmina didn't move; suddenly she felt a bit scared because she knew the checks were real...

As a young generation of the consortium, Yasmina has seen big money...

As an Indian woman, even though her father is a chieftain and holds some status in the consortium, Yasmina had to work unimaginably hard to reach this point.

She specializes in resolving tricky issues...

For a consortium, a tricky issue is one that can't be solved with just money and law. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Such a capable and ruthless woman began to feel some fear after only one round with Monica.

If Monica asked her for 100 million dollars, she definitely wouldn't be scared, but the situation is entirely different when it's about buying her outright for 100 million...

Looking at Monica's perpetually smiling expression, Yasmina pressed one hand on the checks, her face conflicted as she struggled for a few seconds, finally pushing the checks back towards Monica, bowing her head and saying, "I was joking...

I've been authorized. If you're willing to pay 150 million dollars, you can take that 9% stake..."

Monica slightly shook her head, took a sip of the Manhattan cocktail, then turned to 'Dart' and said, "Is this what you meant by the young generation of Indians?

Do their words not count?"

Saying this, Monica looked at Yasmina, whose face looked grim, seriously saying, "You named your price, I offered the money...

Whether or not you accept it is your problem, but you're mine now...

You wouldn't want me to use a whip to remind you who's the master!

Go, change into a beautiful dress, I'll teach you how to become a real woman..."

Monica's extremely humiliating words collectively angered the Indians present...

Yasmina, with long black hair, stood up, swiftly tying her straight black hair behind her head, glaring at Monica and said, "Are you insulting me?"

Monica ignored the pistol on Yasmina's waist, shook her head and said, "What's wrong with young people these days?

No sense of contract, no patience, not even wisdom...

"You're just trying to ruin the deal and get the Indian Consortium to go to war with P.B., aren't you?"

Yasmina glared at Monica and said, "Yes, you bitch, you've been deceiving everyone from the beginning. Now that the company has a chance, you want to take our shares at a low price.

I will never let you succeed..."

Monica waved to stop 'Dart' from rushing to explain. She looked at Yasmina, whose eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and said with a smile, "What can you do to me?"

By this time, Yasmina seemed to have forgotten the pressure brought by the check just now. She sneered and said, "I want to invite you to come with me. Perhaps selling your shares to me is the right choice..."

Monica seemed to hear something funny. She laughed and said, "You want to kidnap me? Here? In front of so many people?"

Yasmina said casually, "So what? You invited these gentlemen here; I'm sure you're not too polite either."

Saying this, Yasmina glanced at the Kurdish female bodyguards holding gun handles nearby. She shook her head and said, "Don't resist. I don't want to hurt them..."

"Hahaha..."

Monica looked at Yasmina as if watching a particularly funny comedy...

Seeing Monica laughing so hard that she was out of breath, 'Dart' frowned and looked at Yasmina, saying, "Yasmina, I told you so much, and none of it seemed to sink in, did it?"

Yasmina glanced at the unperturbed 'Dart' and those female bodyguards. Just as she was about to speak, the bartender standing at the bar and several waiters inside the bar suddenly drew guns...

The bartender disguised as 'Spur' pointed a gun at Yasmina and shouted loudly, "Lady, put your hands up and don't make any moves that could make me misunderstand. Slowly turn around and lie on the ground..."

Yasmina was clearly not the type to comply obediently. She glared at Monica, who was smirking, then suddenly crouched down and drew her gun to try to hold Monica hostage...

Nearby Indian bodyguards also drew their guns at the moment Yasmina acted...

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

"Bang..."

As the Indians acted, Joe Ga and Dorian, who suddenly appeared outside the bar, opened fire simultaneously, sending a string of bullets through the glass curtain wall on the side of the bar, hitting the bodies and heads of the Indian bodyguards...

One of the bullets passed through the crowd and hit Yasmina's right hand that held the gun...

"Uh..."

The bodyguards died swiftly, and Yasmina groaned in pain, clutching her hand as she rolled on the ground, trying to get close to Monica...

At this point, Yasmina still hadn't given up on her original idea...

'Dart' sighed and rushed forward at the moment to grab Yasmina. The woman's left hand suddenly revealed a small knife...

While the knife pierced 'Dart's thigh, Yasmina forcefully pressed her bowed back against 'Dart's grip, and despite her injured right hand, raised it to strike 'Dart' below the waist...

"Ugh..."

'Dart' groaned in pain, and his body fell heavily on Yasmina, preventing her from getting close to Monica...

Immediately after, 'Spur' jumped out from the bar and landed hard on 'Dart's back...

The combined weight of the two finally subdued the tigress-like Yasmina...

But squeezed in the middle, 'Dart' was in a dire state. He let out a painful groan and aggressively locked Yasmina while his legs twitched like a frog...

And just at that moment, fierce fighting broke out at the entrance of the venue...

A convoy led by a flashy red Hummer stopped in front of the venue, and the P.B. soldiers inside launched an attack on the waiting Indians outside...

At the start of the confrontation, the Indians appeared slightly flustered, but they could still use vehicles for cover to mount some counterattack...

However, as the arriving convoy joined the fight, plus gunmen suddenly appearing on the periphery to launch an attack on the convoy...

The entire scene turned into a complete chaos!

Monica watched Joe Ga, who had shot the Indian bodyguards, approach with his gun. She paid no mind to the combat outside, instead, pulling Joe Ga to squat down beside Yasmina...

Hooking Yasmina's chin to make her raise her head slightly, Monica looked at the frowning Joe Ga and said, "Boss, what do you think of her?"

Joe Ga shook his head and said, "I don't think much of her...

Since there's hostility, just take her out. Don't mess around with any nonsense!"

Monica seemed oblivious to Joe Ga's dismissal. She reached out and stroked Yasmina's soft cheeks, smiling and saying, "I've paid for her...

With her help, the Indians will surely compromise, and maybe we'll even get more..."

Joe Ga was in no mood to discuss Indians. He slapped Monica's behind and said, "Hurry up and go; the car is ready at the back door. You leave first...

The rest is a man's job..."