My Wife is Actually a top-tier Soldier King?!-Chapter 1207 - 1099: Almost Died of Anger!_2

Wu Jie feigned surprise with a chuckle and asked, "Wu Jie and Abulaxi abide by the law in our dealings, what the hell does it have to do with you guys! It’s your own overbearing arrogance and contempt for others that compelled you to resort to force over some trivial matter, suffered heavy losses, and now you’re blaming me?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"..."

Shayol was so angry he didn’t even want to speak.

He felt that by killing Wu Jie, he could make up for his negligence and lessen his responsibility.

And what happened?

Wu Jie didn’t die, and he was even able to call and mock him relentlessly.

Luckily for Shayol, he had weathered many storms over the years and possessed an exceptionally strong mental constitution.

If it had been someone else, they would have definitely been fuming to death by now.

"Not saying anything, does that mean you agree?" Wu Jie smirked and asked, "I think your domineering logic is quite ridiculous. Just because you didn’t guard your possessions well and got things stolen through collusion with insiders, others are obliged to return them to you?"

"Shouldn’t they?" Shayol asked impatiently in response, "Any country’s laws don’t allow the seizure of others’ property!"

Wu Jie laughed, "Talking law with me, huh? Fine, have you ever proactively sought to claim it back? Did you attempt to communicate and negotiate? Without even asking, you just start a fight, threatening to kill Abulaxi if you don’t get your way. Is this method even legal?"

Shayol huffed, "This is how I do things, all domineering and aggressive. Abulaxi deserves to die, what are you going to do about it? Just suck it up!!"

"Tsk tsk, finally admitting it, huh! You admit you’re the overbearing one, previously accused me of being arrogant, huh, it’s just pot calling the kettle black, nothing but bullshit coming out of your mouth!"

Right after Wu Jie finished speaking, Shayol angrily retorted:

"Cut the crap, are you going to return that item or not? If not, I’m going to kill you sooner or later!"

"Come on! You think I’m scared of you? If it’s a one-on-one fight, I’d let you one hand!"

Slam!

Shayol abruptly hung up the phone.

With such force, he almost broke the handset.

Fury! Damn furious!

This super pain-in-the-ass, son of a bitch!

Survived a brush with death, not laying low and content, but even dare to call and provoke...

It’s just damn too arrogant, too fearless!

To be ridiculed and slapped in the face by such a brat!

And even has the balls to challenge me to a one-on-one fight?

Ni Ma!

I’m already in my fifties, a one-on-one fight with you? Isn’t that asking for a beating?

Everyone knows your combat skills are excellent, even the mixed martial arts champion Kong Heng is no match for you.

If it really came down to a duel, even giving up two hands, I’d still get beaten to death!

Besides...

Do you think I, Padding Shayol, am that stupid? An older person fighting a duel with a young one?

Huff! Huff! Huff!

Shayol, panting with rage, chest heaving unevenly.

Felt like he could spit blood and drop dead at any minute.

I’m not an ordinary man, I’ve seen plenty of big scenes; what’s this exchange of harsh words to me?

At this moment.

Shayol was truly on the verge of going insane with anger.

But he knew that Wu Jie, this despicable person, would love to see him irate and losing his mind.

Stay calm! Must stay calm!

A person should not make decisions while enraged, otherwise they will certainly be wrong.

It’s very likely Wu Jie was deliberately riling him up, trying to make him lose his composure and act crazily, so they could catch him in the act and stir up public outrage.

Calm down! Stay calm!

Wu Jie, this piece of work, is just trying to make me screw up!

Shayol took several deep breaths, clenching his teeth, trying to calm himself down.

However...

The red phone rang off the hook again.

"Damn it, when will this end?"

Shayol cursed loudly, picked up the phone, and yelled:

"Stop being so damn arrogant, I’ll kill you son of a bitch sooner or later!"

After the outburst, Shayol was about to hang up.

But then...

"Have you lost your mind?"

A familiar voice suddenly came through the handset.

Boom!

Shayol’s entire body bristled, his whole frame involuntarily trembled as if he was electrocuted.

With a mechanical movement, he brought the phone back to his ear, using almost all his strength to muster a bitter smile.

"I... I... I apologize, sir, I lost my composure."

"Losing your composure gives you the right to yell at me? You think I don’t understand? When have I ever been arrogant? Do you intend to be my death of me someday?"

"No, no, it wasn’t at you, I was yelling at Wu Jie!"

"Wu Jie? Stop making excuses for yourself. Wu Jie would call you on this emergency line?"

"It’s true! He really could, his skills in networking are top-notch!"

Shayol suddenly felt extremely wronged and hating Wu Jie even more in his heart.

"Wait, isn’t he supposed to be dead for sure? How could he still hack into the communication network and call you? What exactly is your relationship?"

At those words, Shayol’s scalp went numb.

"No! Not at all, sir! I’d tear that bastard apart with my own hands, how could I possibly collude with him?"

"Then explain to me, why is he still alive?"

"I..."

Shayol fell silent.

It was obvious that the mission had failed, which is why Wu Jie was still alive.

But such an apparent fact, yet they insist on making him explain it, what does this mean?

They knew the answer but still asked, it’s a sign of dissatisfaction!

Suddenly.

Shayol felt that his career had probably come to an end.

Thinking about it, who could tolerate two consecutive huge failures?

One time is an accident, what about two?

Sigh!

Damn Wu Jie, he’s really done me in!

So then...

Is there a need for an explanation? Is there a need to say more?

Shayol gritted his teeth, and hesitated for a long while.

"Rest assured, sir, I will give you a reasonable explanation!"

After hanging up the phone, Shayol’s heart plummeted to the depths.

It felt like his entire life had turned to gray.

His shoulders, burdened as though by a thousand catties, could not straighten, and he could not catch his breath.

Hands bracing against the edge of the desk, Shayol closed his eyes, feeling an earthquake-like sensation.

The world was spinning, and he couldn’t even stand steadily.

Sigh!

After a long sigh, Shayol opened his eyes to see the complicated expressions of those around him.

Their looks were strange, a mix of surprise, sadness, and sympathy.

Clearly.

Everyone already knew his fate.

"Here’s the latest notice we received, do you want to take a look?"

The communicator spoke with a tremble, unnatural in his tone.

"Let’s have a look!"

Shayol laughed at himself, "Do I still have the right to see it!"

You wouldn’t know without looking, but it’s startling once you see it.

Shayol couldn’t believe his own eyes.

Is this the era of advanced technology?

Why would such an accident happen?

How did such a farcical incident occur?

It’s just unbelievable!

Shayol lifted his gaze, sweeping it over everyone present.

They all wore looks of disbelief, as if they’d genuinely seen a ghost.

Shayol’s eyes returned to the report, then back to the red telephone.

Suddenly!

He seemed to understand something.

Without guessing, it must be that bastard Wu Jie.

This rat-fink with his superb networking skills had orchestrated this extremely rare farcical incident.

Wu Jie, this rat-fink, his skills really defied the heavens!

Shayol clenched his fists tightly, sinking into a long silence...