Chapter 430 Who Allows You to Leave
Sterling thought to himself, 'How dare this idiot ask Leander to talk with him? Who does he think he is? No one's ever talked to me like this before. He's the first! But who cares?' He didn't take William seriously at all. What could a loser possibly stir up in Lindwood City?
Sterling chuckled and said, "Mr. Jones, you've got some nerve! Causing trouble at the medical association branch? Are you here for your wife's company? Well, its business license are already revoked. Get lost."
William sneered, "Sterling, are you out of your mind? I'm here to to deal with you two."
Sterling frowned, thinking William was unusually cocky. "This doesn't match the rumors," he thought.
"Are you kidding me? This is my turf. How dare you talk to me like that? If you're here for BK Pharmaceuticals, apologize to my brother. Maybe then, I might delay things a bit," Sterling threatened, eyes full of mockery.
William smiled and said, "Mr. Hargreaves, you seem clueless about your situation. Let me spell it out: you and your brother are going down today. Do you get it?"
Cassius stood up, face red with anger, shouting, "Screw you! If you've got the guts, go ahead!"
William frowned and glared at him, making Cassius back off a few steps. William's eyes were terrifying!
Cassius felt the threat of death looming.
"So what do you want?" Sterling cut in, looking at William with interest.
William smiled and said, "First, lift all blockades on BK Pharmaceuticals; second, transfer VitaCure Pharmaceuticals to BK Pharmaceuticals. Oh, and thanks to your brother's generosity, that's already done."
Sterling whipped his head around, glaring at Cassius.
Cassius, feeling the heat, shouted, "Sterling, he forced me! I almost got thrown out of the window!"
Ignoring the bickering brothers, William continued coldly, "Third, compensate BK Pharmaceuticals with three billion dollars!"
Sterling laughed, "Three billion dollars? How dare you ask for that much?"
"Three billion dollars is for your lives. Pay it, and you'll be safe. Otherwise, you're going to hell!" William declared, eyes cold.
"Good! Bold and courageous!" Sterling clapped and laughed. "I'll give you three billion dollars. Let's see if you can handle it!"
His words dripped with threats.
William shrugged, "Even thirty billion dollars, I can handle it! But it seems you don't have that much money!"
Sterling nodded. "So, your account is settled. Is it my turn now?"
He wanted to see where William, the so-called loser, got the confidence to be so greedy.
William looked at him with interest, "How do you want to settle it?"
Sterling said calmly, "You smashed the front desk; let's start with a billion dollars. You injured many people here, at a hundred million dollars each, making it almost two billion dollars. Add the five billion dollars for my brother, and that brings the total to eight billion dollars. So, Mr. Jones, after offsetting your compensation demands, you still owe me five billion dollars. Quite a deal, right?"
What a shameless demand.
Brenda glared at Sterling, ready to rush up and curse him out.
But William smiled, "Fine, I'll give you five billion dollars! Let's see if you dare to take it!"
He pulled out his phone, dialed George, and said, "Transfer five billion dollars to Sterling!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sterling and Cassius both looked like they were watching a good show.
"Man, you're really putting on a show. No way a loser like you has five billion dollars," Cassius sneered, his face full of mockery and disbelief.
Sterling shook his head, thinking William was just bluffing. How was he gonna end this charade?
But then, the conference room door flew open.
A female assistant rushed in, shouting, "Mr. Hargreaves, our account just got five billion dollars!"
The room went dead silent.
Sterling's face twisted in disbelief. "Are you sure?"
The assistant nodded and displayed the account details to him.
One look, and Sterling knew this was no joke.
He stared at William, his mind racing. William actually transferred five billion dollars! Who the hell was this guy?
William was definitely not someone to mess with!
Sterling and Cassius together were only worth a few billion.
Cassius, realizing the gravity of the situation, whispered to Sterling, eyes full of murderous intent, "We can't let him leave. This guy is dangerous!"
Sterling got the message. He stared at William for a long moment, then smiled. "Mr. Jones, you're something else. The rumors were all wrong. So, this money is..."
"Just my pocket change," William sneered. "Wanna know how much I really have?"
Sterling and Cassius asked in unison, "How much?"
William said calmly, "Two hundred times this amount."
Trillions! No way!
Sterling was stunned, and Cassius was even more shocked.
Sterling made a snap decision. "Kill them, don't let any of them leave!"
William couldn't leave alive. He was too dangerous!
As soon as Sterling gave the order, the middle-aged man behind him lunged at William's neck.
But then, a loud bang echoed through the room.
Sterling turned to see the middle-aged man lying in a pool of blood.
How could this be? This guy was undefeated in a hundred underground fights—a real killing machine! And he didn't last one move against William?
The man lay on the ground, eyes wide, gasping, "The Bishop family's fighting technique!"
William looked surprised. "How do you know that?"
The man's head slumped to the side, lifeless.
Sterling's earlier confidence vanished.
Even his best fighter was no match for William. What could he do now?
It was over.
Sterling's face turned pale, his hands trembling.
He lowered his head. "Mr. Jones, I'll return the money right away and cancel the revocation of the business license. How about that?"
But William looked at him coldly, a sneer on his lips.
"Do you think I'll let you go?" William asked, smiling.
Sterling forced a grim smile. He wanted to survive. There'd be chances to rise again later.
Gritting his teeth, he said, "Mr. Jones, name your price."
William said, "Three billion dollars, like I mentioned."
Sterling immediately had his secretary return the five billion and then transferred three billion.
After it was done, he was drenched in cold sweat, feeling weak.
He looked like he'd aged ten years in an instant.
Sterling stared at William. "Mr. Jones, can we leave now?"
"Who said you could leave?" William asked, his smile cold, full of killing intent.
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