My Husband, the Assassin

Chapter 012

"This!"

In that instant, everyone in the room froze. Except for William, who was calmly lighting a cigarette.

"Are you crazy?!" Director Lan stood up, her face pale with fury. "William, what are you doing?! Do you know how important this client is to us?"

"Of course I know," William smiled lazily. "The situation in Iran is tense. It's a gathering place for mercenaries and a core output point for arms and ammunition. They need mechanical products like the ones our group manufactures. Establishing a partnership means opening up the Iranian market, taking the Group to a new level. Right?"

"You! You know that, and you still act like this?!" Director Lan felt like fainting. The moment William threw the contract in the client's face, the negotiation was over.

Beside her, Owen was trembling. He stared at William in disbelief.

That bumpkin... he actually speaks Farsi!

It was undoubtedly Farsi. And he had just domineeringly thrown the contract in the client's face!

It's over. It's all over.

Owen felt like his entire life had been a joke. A "country bumpkin" could speak three languages effortlessly, while he, the self-proclaimed genius, had been completely oblivious. The humiliation burned hotter than anger.

Did he hide his skills just to slap me in the face? Owen glared at William with pure jealousy and hatred.

"Miss Lan," the red-faced Iranian man, Adrian, suddenly spoke up in English, his breathing rapid.

Director Lan turned to him quickly, desperate to salvage the deal. "Mr. Adrian, I am so sorry! This man is new; he doesn't understand anything. Please don't take offense. I hope you can give us another..."

Suddenly, a hand covered her mouth.

"Mmph! Mmph!"

Director Lan tried to speak, but the hand was firm. She looked up and saw William.

But this wasn't the playful, rogueish William she knew. His eyes were serious, sharp, and intense.

The contrast was so stark that Director Lan forgot to struggle. She stood there, letting him cover her mouth.

Her lips brushed against his palm. She felt the warmth of his hand, and a strange heat rushed through her body.

This bastard is silencing me!

Wait... isn't this like I'm kissing his hand?

Just as she was about to explode with anger, William spoke. His voice was deep and resonant. "Director Lan, don't apologize to such treacherous villains! No one here deserves your apology!"

Gulp.

Looking at William's determined profile, Director Lan was stunned. His words were powerful, striking directly at her soul. Is this really William?

"Wolf King... Sir! We are sorry! We were wrong!"

Suddenly, the three Iranians stood up. Adrian, the red-faced leader, bowed deeply to William, terror written all over his face.

Then he turned to Director Lan. "Director Lan, we deserve to die! We are bastards! We... we shouldn't have tried to deceive you!"

"Deceive?" Director Lan looked from the Iranians to William in confusion. "Wolf King? What is a Wolf King? And what deception?"

She was completely bewildered. Heavens! I, Lan Xingling, actually feel lost.

Adrian realized immediately that the man in front of him was likely the leader of the Red Wolf Mercenaries—the Wolf King, William!

Adrian wasn't stupid. The same name. The knowledge of Iranian affairs. Knowing about Red Paradise. The fluent Farsi. And that terrifying aura.

It had to be him. The Wolf King who made enemies tremble in fear!

Looking at the faint threat in William's eyes, Adrian felt his scalp go numb.

In Iran, and indeed the entire Middle East, there was a mercenary team known as the strongest: Red Wolf. Since their arrival in the region, they had a 100% mission completion rate.

And their leader, the Wolf King, was a legend. In single combat, no hero, no matter their skills or methods, could stand against him.

In the Middle East, the name "Wolf King" was synonymous with "Hades"—the Lord of Death.

Rumor had it that he was the only person in the world to complete an SSS-level mission, a suicide mission. He had disappeared for half a month, and just when everyone thought he was dead, he returned—having eliminated twenty-four genetically enhanced super-soldiers.

Adrian dealt in arms and often hired mercenaries. He had never worked with Red Wolf because they were too expensive, but his company, Red Paradise Machinery, was based in the same region. He knew their reputation well.

Cold sweat dripped down Adrian's forehead. He took a deep breath and addressed Director Lan in standard Chinese.

"Director Lan, I apologize! The truth is... as the Wolf King said, this is a bipartite agreement. There is no German third party. We faked those documents."

He glanced fearfully at William.

"If you leave out any detail that displeases Director Lan," William said coldly, "I will make you regret it."

Adrian shuddered. "Yes! If you had signed the Farsi contract, the other two versions would have become void immediately. And... in the real contract, we added a clause stating that we only need to pay a 20% deposit to receive the goods. We had no intention of paying the rest..."

"I'm sorry, Director Lan! We were wrong! We caused you deception and potential loss. Red Paradise is willing to compensate!"

With that, Adrian and his two subordinates bowed in unison to Director Lan.

Director Lan was dumbfounded. She finally understood.

It really was a fraudulent contract.

But...

What she cared about most right now was William's identity. Who is he? Why do they call him Wolf King? Why does Adrian look like he's seen a ghost?

One thing was certain: if not for William, she would have signed that contract today. The company would have been dragged down, and she would have been the sinner who destroyed the Group.

Adrian and his men didn't dare lift their heads, terrified of William's wrath.

Owen stood there, petrified. His eyes were wide, his mouth agape. He looked like a statue of shock.

Why can William subdue these guys?

He really speaks Farsi better than me?

Who IS he?

Owen felt like his brain was going to explode. He had just confidently called William a bumpkin, but it turned out he was the clown.

Boom!

His confidence shattered. He felt a heavy weight in his chest, like he wanted to vomit blood.

"Hey, why are you staring at me?" William nudged Director Lan. "They said you can ask for compensation."

"Huh?" Director Lan blinked, still dazed. "Oh. Compensation. What compensation?"

Adrian kept his head bowed. "Whatever Director Lan wants, we will provide!"

Seeing that Director Lan was still in shock, William sighed and patted her shoulder. "Forget it. I'll handle the negotiation. I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

He waved at Adrian, signaling him to follow him to the balcony.

Lighting a cigarette, William leaned against the railing. "The contract still needs to be signed. But... you will pay the full amount for the five-year contract upfront! The original price was thirty million dollars a year. Because of your stupidity, it's now fifty million a year! For Red Paradise, that shouldn't be a problem..."

"Wolf King! No problem!" Adrian gritted his teeth, his face flushed. His heart was bleeding. Fifty million a year was painful, but Red Paradise could barely afford it. It was their absolute limit.

But he knew William. If he refused, he didn't know if this madman would just bomb their headquarters.

"Agreed! We agree to whatever the Wolf King says!" Adrian forced a smile, feeling like his heart might explode.

His two subordinates looked on in despair but dared not complain. Inside, they were cursing William to death.

"So decisive?" William looked at Adrian with mock surprise. "It seems my terms were too simple... Alright, double it."

"Wolf King!" Adrian looked at William with pleading eyes. "That really is our company's limit!"

"Oh? Since you're so reluctant... let's triple it! One hundred and fifty million a year!" William grinned, looking completely harmless. "What do you think? If you have other opinions, feel free to raise them. Our group loves listening to customer feedback."

"This!" Adrian almost spat blood. One hundred and fifty million?! That was robbery!

"Oh, by the way," William narrowed his eyes, his smile turning wicked. "Red Paradise's HQ is not far from the Red Wolf base, right? I think we have a couple of expiring missiles in our arsenal that we need to dispose of..."

"Wolf King! Say no more!" Adrian shouted, terror overtaking his greed. "One price! One hundred and fifty million a year! Seven hundred and fifty million total! I will transfer the money to your account immediately!"

He surrendered. Money could be earned again, but if Red Wolf targeted them, they were dead. It was better to pay to eliminate the disaster.

"No," William patted Adrian's shoulder, smiling kindly. "Transfer it to the Group's finance department. You're a smart man, old boy. I have high hopes for you."