Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 612 A family must be neat and tidy

As one of the top nobles in England, Charles Wallace's majesty and arrogance were fully revealed in his behavior. His contempt for Edward was not a one-day thing, and his slapping of the consul at this moment showed his attitude vividly. In his eyes, Edward was just a lowly person, and his existence and opinions were insignificant.

Edward's face darkened instantly after being slapped by Charles Wallace. His heart was filled with humiliation and anger. He wanted to solve the concession crisis and help Charles Wallace keep his business, but he didn't expect to be humiliated like this. His anger was burning, but he didn't dare to vent it. He could only endure the humiliation silently.

Xu Qiang, who was not far away, watched the conflict and dispute between the two, and a sneer appeared on his lips. He knew in his heart that Charlie Wallace's doting on his son had reached a point that could not be described in words. Asking him to hand over his son would undoubtedly be more painful for him than asking him to die.

But if Charlie Wallace insisted on not handing over Eric, then they could justifiably destroy the entire Julies Company and take away everything they had.

Xu Qiang stood aside, his hands behind his back, his eyes moving back and forth between the two of them.

Charles Wallace stood in the middle of the hall, his eyes firm and angry. His chest rose and fell violently, as if a flame was burning. He looked at Edward, his eyes full of contempt and disdain. He knew Edward's intention, but he was unwilling to sacrifice his son for the safety of the business.

After a brief silence, Edward took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. He shrugged and tried to look calmer. "It seems that I am being too sentimental, Sir Wallace. You have the ability to solve this problem yourself. In this case, everything will be left to you." Although his voice was gentle, the firmness and indifference revealed in it were unquestionable.

Then, Edward led his guards through the broken hall and walked straight towards Xu Qiang. He stopped, looked directly at Xu Qiang, and said firmly: "Mr. Xu Qiang, I have always respected China and your president. I also understand your motives and actions. But I hope that your next target will be limited to Jules Company and will not affect other places in the concession."

Edward's words were clear. He had decided not to get involved in this matter anymore. Even if he might be punished by his native country, he was determined not to try to please Wallace. He turned and left, his back stretched out in the sunset with a hint of determination.

The moment Edward turned around, he heard Wallace's angry curse from behind him: "Edward, you bitch! You damn bastard! Is this what a consul in the concession should say? You will pay the price for your words! You son of a bitch!" Wallace's voice echoed in the empty hall, full of anger and unwillingness.

Xu Qiang stood aside, a smile on his face. He patted Edward on the shoulder and praised him, "Yes, Consul Edward, you are a man who knows the current situation. I admire you very much. Let's go. This operation is limited to Jules Company."

Edward got into his car, and the atmosphere inside was heavy. The guard beside him hesitated, and finally couldn't help but speak: "Mr. Consul, are we really not going to care about the safety of Jules Company and Sir Wallace?"

Edward sighed and laughed at himself. "Do you think we can change anything if we stay? Wallace is an old stubborn man. If he doesn't hand over his son, China will never give up. He is always high and mighty, relying on his noble status to look down on everything. Let him taste the bitter fruit of his own actions."

The car slowly drove away, leaving behind only heavy exhaust fumes and the guard's mixed emotions.

Meanwhile, in the broken hall, Old Wallace was still cursing. His face was red, his eyes were blazing, and his saliva was flying, as if he wanted to vent all his anger and unwillingness.

Xu Qiang strode forward, his eyes cold as ice. He raised his right hand and slapped Wallace hard on the face. This slap was like a thunder, instantly quieting the originally noisy hall.

An expression of disbelief appeared on Old Wallace's face. He was stunned for a few breaths, as if he couldn't believe this fact. Then, he suddenly came to his senses and cursed: "Yellow monkey! You lowly race, how dare you attack me! I am a noble of the British Empire, born high and mighty!"

When Xu Qiang heard this, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand again and slapped Old Wallace's left cheek mercilessly. This slap was harder than before, and a bright red palm print instantly appeared on Old Wallace's face.

"Didn't God tell you that if you get hit on the right cheek, you should turn your left cheek and let others hit you again?" Xu Qiang said coldly, "Noble? In my eyes, you are nothing but a stinking pile of dog shit!"

Xu Qiang's words were like a sharp knife, piercing deep into Old Wallace's heart. He stared at Xu Qiang with wide eyes, looking at him in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe this fact.

Xu Qiang stood at the door of the broken hall, his eyes were like torches, his voice was as cold as ice, and he gave the order: "Everyone, charge in! Bloodbath Jules Company!"

Following his order, the soldiers behind him shouted in unison, quickly dispersed, and rushed into the gate of Julies Trading Company like tigers out of a cage.

Inside the store, the already messy scene became even more messy under the attack of the soldiers. Shelves were knocked over, goods were scattered all over the floor, and broken glass flashed coldly under the lights. The soldiers searched everywhere, their eyes were sharp, not missing any corner.

At the same time, Xu Qiang turned to his adjutant Zhu Wei and gave another order: "Zhu Wei!"

"Here!" Zhu Wei responded. He was tall and strong with a resolute face, and looked particularly energetic in his military uniform.

"Take a company of soldiers and go to Wallace Mansion and bring Eric to me! The whole family must travel together in one place!"

Charles Wallace stood in the middle of the messy hall, trembling all over. At this moment, he finally understood the true meaning of fear. His eyes were full of despair, and his former arrogance and conceit were gone at this moment. He saw Xu Qiang approaching step by step, his eyes were as cold as ice, and the muzzle of his gun was firmly against his forehead.

"No, I do. I'm willing to hand over that bastard!" Wallace's voice trembled and his tone was full of pleading, but it was too late.

Xu Qiang had no expression on his face. His voice was cold and firm. "It's too late! In fact, it doesn't matter whether you hand over your son or not. I heard that there are countless wealth accumulated in the vault of the Julies Trading Company headquarters. Unfortunately, from today on, all of this belongs to China."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Qiang pulled the trigger without hesitation. A gunshot shook the entire hall. Charles Wallace's body trembled violently, then slowly fell down, his eyes full of reluctance and regret, and finally calmed down.

The security captain next to him witnessed all this. His face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat ran down his forehead. He swallowed hard, then knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, crying in his voice: "Please, let me go, I know nothing! I am innocent!"

However, Xu Qiang ignored his pleas. He looked at the security captain coldly, then raised his gun again: "I've already said that I'm going to massacre the entire Jules Company. Do you want me to go back on my word?"

Another gunshot rang out, and the security captain fell to the ground. The hall was dead silent, with only the echo of the gunshots echoing in the air. Xu Qiang's eyes became even colder.

He knew that this was just the beginning. Next, he would lead his soldiers to completely destroy the once invincible Julis Trading Company.