God-Level Special Forces Soldier-Chapter 569 - 566: Turning Down Easy Money

"But what? He wants to raise the price?" Wang Peng frowned and asked. The price he offered was certainly astronomical. Could it be that the man was still not satisfied?!

"The price is not an issue; it’s just that the other party said the task would take about a month before it could start." The butler replied truthfully.

"Hmph!" Before Wang Peng could speak, Wang Bin, lying on the hospital bed with his legs spread like a crab, snorted coldly: "Who does he think he is? If he can’t do it, we’ll just find someone else!"

Although Wang Bin felt it was worth spending ten million to vent his anger, the attitude of Satan made this high-and-mighty young master somewhat resentful. It felt like being taken for granted, which made him very unhappy!

Wang Peng didn’t speak, only looked at the butler with an inquiring gaze, clearly agreeing with Wang Bin’s words.

The butler forced a smile and said, "We’ve tried contacting other experts, but without exception, they all said they couldn’t start the task immediately!"

Wang Peng furrowed his brow. If only Satan, ranked twentieth, said so, it could be understood as him trying to raise the price. But with all the experts responding this way, there were too many irregularities here!

"Damn it, if not, we’ll hire experts from Huaxia. Let those foreign bastards starve without earning the money!"

Wang Bin, in the presence of Wang Peng, cursed bluntly, making the old butler’s brow imperceptibly furrow. Still, he explained, "I’m afraid Huaxia’s experts would respond the same way. In short, if you want to hire someone in the short term, it doesn’t seem likely at the moment!"

"Heh, this is really strange, huh." Wang Bin mocked: "Throwing out ten million, and no one wants it?!"

The old butler was about to continue explaining when Wang Peng waved to stop him, then turned to ask the person on the hospital bed: "Bin’Er, then tell me, why doesn’t anyone want this ten million?"

Looking at Wang Peng’s demeanor when speaking, it didn’t look like he was talking to his son. If someone didn’t know, they might have thought he was the son, and Wang Bin was the father!

Although the old butler felt annoyed, he decided to endure whatever happened next. He had already guessed Wang Bin’s upcoming attitude, so he had sealed the True Qi in his Dantian.

Because he was genuinely afraid, afraid he wouldn’t be able to resist striking and killing the young master lying on the hospital bed with one blow.

Sure enough, upon hearing Wang Peng’s question, Wang Bin impatiently waved his hand and said, "I don’t know, and I don’t want to know. You already know, so why not just tell me?"

Wang Peng’s kindly smile froze for a moment, then he sighed and said, "Bin’Er, since you don’t want to use your brain, just rest well. Dad will definitely avenge you!"

After saying this, he stood up and walked out in desolation...

For some reason, Wang Bin, watching his father’s bleak back, suddenly recalled when he was a child, riding on his father’s neck and even peeing on him while playing.

At that time, Wang Peng, who was nearing fifty, did not blame him but even praised him for being brave despite his size.

Now, comparing that aged back, an indescribable feeling surged in Wang Bin’s heart, a feeling that had never appeared in his nearly thirty years of life.

He did not know that this uncomfortable and upsetting feeling was called... heartache and sorrow!

This emotion did not last long, and Wang Bin soon remembered the first time Wang Peng attended his parent-teacher meeting.

He would never forget, when Wang Peng stood up with a beaming smile to introduce himself, the teacher’s comment, "Are you Wang Bin’s grandfather?" and how deeply it hurt him.

Since then, Wang Bin never allowed Wang Peng to attend his parent-teacher meetings, even though he is now a middle-aged man nearing thirty.

But unless it was the Wang Family patriarch’s birthday or other necessary occasions, the father and son never appeared together in public, and even when they occasionally met, Wang Bin would pretend not to see Wang Peng.

However, Wang Bin wouldn’t care about Wang Peng’s troubles. Just that fleeting moment of humanity was already rare to see.

As for the rest, as long as Xiao Tian is killed to vent his anger, why bother with so much?!

"Baldy, baldy!" Wang Bin shouted from the hospital bed.

"Bin!" Baldy hurriedly walked in from outside the door and asked, "Do you have any orders?"

"Tell me, why do those foreigners refuse to earn money?" Wang Bin asked, "Ten million to kill that kid named Xiao Tian, yet they excuse themselves. What reason would make them refuse money?"

In Wang Bin’s view, as long as Baldy answered, he could then tell his father, who would be more invested in avenging him in delight.

He understood that even if he didn’t say it, the other party would comply, but Wang Bin’s hatred for Xiao Tian had reached the point of life and death, making it unbearable for him to live another hour, another minute.

After all, for a man, such harm to one’s lifeline is equal to the hatred of killing one’s father or taking one’s wife!

"Perhaps, perhaps it’s because they have something to deal with temporarily!" Baldy hesitated for a long time before squeezing out an answer that seemed perfunctory but was already half-correct.

However, his words were met with Wang Bin’s angry scolding: "Are you stupid? If there’s something, wouldn’t they all have it together?"

"Yes, yes, you’re right, Bin!"

Seeing Baldy’s habitual apologies and cliché words, Wang Bin became even more annoyed but knew that even if he cursed Baldy to the point of shitting, it wouldn’t be of any use, so he took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his inner anger.

"Is Wang Tianpei not back yet?"

Baldy scratched his head and replied, "The butler just said that since Pei was alone and the driver got drunk, he would be back a little later."

Wang Bin frowned: "Take two people and drive to pick him up, and once you get him, bring him to see me immediately."

"Bin, in my view, the more you show you can’t do without him, the more arrogant Pei becomes. Why not just forget it?" Baldy tentatively asked.

"Heh, Baldy, are you now learning to contradict me?" Wang Bin sneered.

"No, no, no!" Baldy hurriedly denied: "I’m only thinking about you, Bin!"

"Thinking about me?"

Wang Bin couldn’t help but laugh angrily, then suddenly roared: "A useless person who can’t answer anything, and you dare say you’re thinking about me. If you really cared about me, you’d get lost right now and never let me see you again!"

"Bin, please, don’t be angry, I’ll go right away!"

Baldy was so terrified he scrambled out of the room. As someone who just got out of trouble, what could he do without Wang Bin?

It’s just that Wang Bin didn’t know that the moment just now would be the last time he’d see Baldy...

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When Xiao Tian stood at the foot of Kun Mountain, gazing at the Holy Mountain mentioned countless times in myths, an inexplicable feeling arose in his heart, as if a mysterious force was guiding him...