My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1139: Intolerable
Mr. Ivanov revealed the sinister expression that had been anticipated, "This time, I want him to pay me five times the price; I’ll bleed him dry!"
Yiren sneered coldly. Having been humiliated by Third Young Master Jun like this, she was determined to make him regret it when he came to deal in arms.
Gu Yan found it strange, though. Since Third Young Master Jun had already righteously refused today, why had he suddenly come to buy? With his temperament, even if he truly had no arms, he wouldn’t bow to Ivan and his daughter.
Ivan and his daughter went to the location of that batch of goods. Ten minutes later, several cars arrived from the darkness, and Feiyu, along with a few burly men in black, jumped down, full of posture.
Mr. Ivanov sneered inwardly, "Let them put on a show now, but when Third Young Master Jun arrives, let him know the cost of offending our Ivan family."
Upon entering the warehouse, gunners stood in every corner, holding their weapons and watching vigilantly. Feiyu, with a cold glare, said, "Mr. Ivan, we can open the boxes now."
Mr. Ivanov raised his head arrogantly and nodded.
Several deft men walked forward, opening the boxes one by one. Feiyu and his men checked each box slowly and even picked up the firearms and weapons inside to try them out.
After a long time, they had only gotten through half.
Mr. Ivanov was annoyed, "How long are you going to check?"
"We naturally have to check each box carefully. Who knows if you’ve padded the shipment with inferior weapons under pretense? Given the current bad relationship between you and our Third Young Master, I naturally have to check thoroughly."
"Hmph, then take your time checking." Mr. Ivanov didn’t have the patience to argue and, with Yiren, walked out of the warehouse to the adjacent rest room.
Feiyu slowly narrowed his eyes, which suddenly became as cold as the depths of an icy abyss.
He glanced at his subordinates, giving them a subtle sign, "Make sure to check thoroughly."
The gunmen surrounding and watching them were already impatient and their vigilance had lowered.
Feiyu discreetly slid a package from his suit sleeve and buried it at the bottom of the weapons.
After about half an hour, they finally finished checking. Mr. Ivanov was anxious, "When is Third Young Master Jun arriving?"
"I’ve just phoned our Third Young Master telling him the goods are fine; he will be here in half an hour."
Both Yiren and Mr. Ivanov had ironic smiles of triumph in their eyes.
About twenty minutes later, Feiyu received a call and then looked at Mr. Ivanov.
"Third Young Master is almost here; let me go out to meet him and bring him in."
Mr. Ivanov didn’t suspect anything, because he believed that aside from them, Third Young Master Jun couldn’t possibly get weapons anywhere else, so he leisurely waited in the warehouse.
Ready to humiliate Third Young Master Jun mercilessly in a little while, to raise the price crazily and regain some face.
However, unexpectedly, just a few minutes later, a subordinate guarding outside rushed in with a pale face, shouting loudly, "This is bad, the police are here."
Mr. Ivanov’s face changed dramatically, his entire demeanor dumbfounded; all the smugness congealed at the corner of his mouth.
"How did the police know our goods were here? Dad, what do we do now? We should escape first; it won’t be good to be caught red-handed by the police!" Yiren’s face also turned pale, as she cried out anxiously.
Being the daughter of the Hua family, if she were caught smuggling and it hit the news, the damage to her reputation would be huge.
And a stain on her future prospects, something she couldn’t tolerate.
"But my goods are still here." Mr. Ivanov gritted his teeth, his eyes sinister and vicious, filled with hatred and venom.
