Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

Seeing that he was in high spirits, Feng Jingyao glanced at Mr. Peel's expression and finally got to the main topic.

“Mr. Peel, I heard that you have always wanted to buy a bigger villa in Shanghai.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jingyao turned his head and glanced at Ding Li, who was standing to the side.

Ding Li immediately understood and took out a pair of keys from the side and handed them over.

Seeing Mr. Peel's puzzled expression, Ding Li smiled and respectfully explained.

"This is the key to the Moller Villa, located on Donghu Road in Shanghai."

Upon hearing the sound, Pierre's eyelids twitched violently.

It's worth noting that the Moller Villa is extremely rare and expensive.

Villa Moller is a two-story villa surrounded by a large lawn, covering an area of ​​about 2,000 square meters, and it is like a castle in a fairy tale world.

At this moment, Feng Jingyao handed it over without even blinking!?

Thinking of this, Pierre's expression turned serious as he asked in a slow voice.

"Mr. Feng, I know there's an old Chinese saying, 'One should not accept a reward without merit.' What do you mean...?"

Seeing that Mr. Peel understood his purpose, Feng Jingyao stopped beating around the bush and went straight to the point.

"Mr. Peel, the election for the Chinese board of directors is in a week. Your vote..."

Before Feng Jingyao could finish his sentence, Mr. Peel paused, clearly understanding his meaning.

However, to Feng Jingyao's surprise, Mr. Peel's expression immediately darkened the next second, and he said...

“Mr. Feng, the election for Chairman Hua is still a long way off, so there’s no rush.”

Upon hearing this, Feng Jingyao and Ding Li, who was standing next to him, froze instantly.

Although the statement wasn't definitively stated, it was tantamount to a veiled rejection.

After saying that, Mr. Peel stood up abruptly.

"I think we should call it a day. Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Feng."

Leaving behind that sentence, Mr. Peel turned and left the mansion without looking back.

Once the door to the reception room was closed, Feng Jingyao immediately threw the wine glass in his hand away.

The transparent glass was instantly shattered.

"It seems this foreigner's heart no longer belongs to us. He's clearly playing games with us!"

As he spoke, Feng Jingyao's face turned completely dark.

At this moment, Ding Li, who was standing to the side, seemed to have thought of something and spoke up directly.

“Peer is the kind of person who will help whoever offers the most benefits. Mr. Feng, I'll take care of this.”

Seeing Ding Li's confident expression, Feng Jingyao's furrowed brows relaxed.

Want to try it?

Thinking this, he nodded as well.

A few days later.

As Pierre came out of the restroom, he noticed Ding Li suddenly turning into the room from the doorway.

The sound of water running from the faucet was still ringing.

Pierre, standing in front of the mirror, had intended to pretend he hadn't seen Ding Li, but Ding Li was already walking towards him.

"The sudden disappearance of the previous British consul was actually orchestrated by Mr. Feng. I wonder if Mr. Peel is aware of this?"

Ding Li did not turn to face Mr. Pierre beside him, but instead looked directly at Pierre in the mirror.

Then, in the mirror, a clear look of panic flashed across Mr. Peel's face.

Seeing this, Ding Li's smile became even more pronounced.

“Mr. Peel, it’s either transfer back or disappearing in Shanghai. Neither option is a joke.”

As soon as the voice came out, Pierre turned his head sharply to look at Ding Li beside him, his facial muscles twitching.

Before he knew it, large beads of sweat had appeared on Pierre's forehead, and he was frozen in place.

It's important to understand that with Feng Jingyao's influence, making someone disappear from Shanghai would be incredibly easy.

Seeing this, Ding Li slowly curled the corners of his mouth, took out a key from his pocket, and placed it in Pierre's hand.

“Mr. Peel, Mr. Feng doesn’t like his gift being returned.”

Upon hearing this, Pierre on the other side clearly realized that the key in his hand was the villa that Feng Jingyao had offered to give him last time!

To collect or not to collect?

If he didn't accept it, Ding Li probably wouldn't let him off the hook...

Thinking of this, Pierre's face stiffened slightly, and his outstretched wrist trembled.

He closed his eyes and abruptly pulled his hand back.

With a whoosh, Ding Li watched as the key fell into Pierre's hand and then strode away.

Only this sentence was left behind.

"Mr. Bill, one should be trustworthy."

At this very moment, this scene clearly fell into the eyes of Wang Meng of the Jingwu School.

Seeing the two leave, Wang Meng rushed back to the Paramount and quickly reported the news.

"It seems the British consul's ticket is in jeopardy."

Ye Bai, sitting in the main seat, slowly uttered these words.

He was still holding two walnuts in his hand, looking relaxed and carefree.

The next moment, Ye Bai turned his gaze to Xu Wenqiang, who was standing to the side.

"Wenqiang, you know what to do, right?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Wenqiang immediately adjusted his hat brim and nodded.

"Boss, I've got this covered."

Chapter Ninety-Nine: The British Consul's Gambling on Football, and the Football Referee's Compromise!

On the other side, at the Feng Mansion.

Ding Li, who thought he had taken care of everything, had already reported the good news to Feng Jingyao.

"Consul Peel of the Republic of France, you need not worry about this matter any longer."

Seeing the confidence on Ding Li's face, Feng Jingyao stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, his eyes revealing immense satisfaction.

He admires ambitious and driven men!

Ding Li is getting better and better at training.

"In that case, only the British consul remains."

Upon hearing this, Ding Li turned his head and revealed a confident smile.

"Strike the snake at its vital point; the British consul does the same."

His calm tone revealed his strong confidence.

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jingyao, who was standing to the side, became even more interested.

"Oh, Ding Li, what are your thoughts?"

Ding Li then slowly sat down on the sofa opposite Feng Jingyao, his face remaining calm and composed.

"British Consul Robert doesn't usually drink or smoke, but he does have one hobby: betting on football."

"It is said that there is a football match between Livpo and Desail tomorrow. As far as I know, Mr. Robert will definitely bet on Livpo to win."

At this point, Feng Jingyao and Ding Li exchanged a glance.

Immediately, Ding Lisheng confidently uttered his final words.

"We just need to help him fulfill this wish."

That night.

The referee, Johnson, had finished his drink and was heading home.

Unexpectedly, in a moment of confusion, several bodyguards suddenly appeared in front of him and pulled him into a dark alley with brute force.

Soon, Johnson was taken to an unfamiliar room.

Once his hands and feet were released by the bodyguards, Johnson looked even more surprised and uncertain, and shouted loudly.

"Who are you? What do you want? I'm going to sue you for kidnapping."

As Johnson looked anxious and agitated, the black-clad bodyguards opposite him split into two lines, and a figure slowly emerged in the center.

Ding Li, wearing a black overcoat, walked out slowly.