I am the King

Chapter 61

At V&E Group in M City. 

In the CEO's office, Vincent sat on the sofa, watching Emma busily working. He spoke up, "Darling, you're now the president of the group. Why not delegate some of these tasks to others and make things easier for yourself?"

Emma rubbed her forehead and said, "I want to, but everything is just getting started in the company. Many decisions need my input."

Since their honeymoon ended, Emma had been fully immersed in her work. Vincent would occasionally visit her office, chatting with her.

In fact, if Emma asked for Vincent's help, he'd be more than willing to offer. Under his management, the multinational giants under Round Table operated smoothly, and running V&E Group would be a piece of cake for him.

However, Emma seemed to overlook this, still unconsciously treating Vincent as someone who didn't understand business.

Vincent asked tentatively, "Is there anything you need help with? Just say the word."

Emma put down the document, her expression turning serious. "The industrial park project is about to wrap up. For V&E Group to grow further, we can't be confined to M City. Our next goal is to expand our market into other cities, and even other countries."

M City was, after all, just a small city. If V&E Group always developed its business here, its growth would be limited.

Emma had discussed with Franklin, and their next target was to enter Z City, a financial hub. But it wouldn't be easy. The market there was highly competitive, dominated by a few major families. It was also an international financial center with many financial institutions controlling the market.

For an outsider, breaking into Z City was incredibly difficult. This put a lot of pressure on Emma. Vincent chuckled and said, "Isn't it just entering Z City? Leave that task to me. I'll make it happen."

Emma shook her head. "Thanks for your concern, but I believe I can handle it myself." She didn't take Vincent's words seriously and resumed her work.

Knowing Emma's attitude,, Vincent didn't say anything more. He stood up and left the office.

As he stepped out of V&E Group, Galahad approached.

"My lord, we've just received two pieces of information. The England Joseph family has established a branch of Joseph Group in Z City. Also, They have hired an assassin to come to M City to seek revenge on you!"

"Is that so?" Vincent smiled. "I was wondering how to help the company enter Z City; it turns out the Joseph family is delivering themselves right to my doorstep." He didn't pay much attention to the assassin sent by Armand's family.

Vincent looked at Galahad and asked, "Do you know much about the England Joseph family?"

Galahad respectfully replied, "My lord, based on my investigation, their main industries are real estate and pharmaceuticals, similar to those of V&E Group. That's why they competed with us for the industrial park project. They had a backup plan in case they lost in M City, which was to establish a branch in Z City. Currently, the head of the family, Armand, along with his son Sid and grandson Corey, has purchased a villa in Z City as their new base."

Vincent sneered, "Since they have come to meet their demise, I'll oblige them!" With that, he closed his eyes, lost in thought.

The Joseph family had caused him trouble several times. Vincent hadn't taken fatal action before, but since they still didn't understand their place, they couldn't blame him for being ruthless.

Meanwhile, on the road from Z City to M City, a convoy of a dozen SUVs rumbled down the highway.

A servant of the Joseph family turned to Corey and reported, "Young master, we are approaching the M City’s boundary."

Corey grinned wickedly, "Good. This time, I will kill Vincent. I won't spare Franklin's family either!"

Corey’s mission wasn't just to kill Vincent; he wanted to wipe out Franklin's entire family to quell his anger.

Corey turned to Maxwell, who had been resting with his eyes closed, and said respectfully, "Maxwell, I'll be counting on you."

Maxwell didn't even glance at Corey and replied in a low voice, "Rest assured."

Hearing this, Corey felt completely at ease. He was certain that with Maxwell's help, Vincent would be dead for sure.

Suddenly, the vehicles screeched to a halt. Corey, caught off guard, slammed his head against the front windshield.

He cursed loudly, "What are you doing? Are you trying to kill us?"

The driver, panicked, responded, "Sir, the road ahead is blocked."

"What?" Corey yelled, enraged. ‘Someone dares to block my way? This is an open challenge!’

"Get out of the car! I want to see who has a death wish!" Corey commanded as he exited the vehicle. He had brought over a hundred elite bodyguards from the Joseph family with him.

As Corey approached the blockade, he was stunned. In front of him sat a man on a chair, smiling mockingly. Behind the man stood thirty burly soldiers. Corey clenched his teeth and roared, "Vincent!"

The man in the chair was indeed Vincent.

Vincent looked at Corey and smiled calmly, "Mr. Joseph, I've been waiting for you. I didn't expect you to take so long. What's with the new look? You seem like a woman now. Did you get a s*x change?"

Vincent's words hit Corey's sore spot, making his face flush with rage. He screamed, "Vincent, you despicable drifter, you trash from the sewers! You ruined me, and now I'm going to kill you!"

Vincent burst into laughter, "Hahaha, so you brought all these people here just to die?"

Seeing Vincent act so arrogant despite the hundred elite guards he had brought, Corey became even more furious.

He gritted his teeth and snarled, "Vincent, don't be so cocky! This time, I came prepared. I brought a hundred elite guards from my family and a highly paid professional assassin. You're dead!"

Vincent glanced at Maxwell standing next to Corey and sneered, "An assassin? Where? You mean this shorty?"

Maxwell's face immediately darkened, his muscles tensing. He had always been senstive about his stature; Vincent calling him "shorty" indeed crossed a line.

"Vincent, you..." Corey began, but Maxwell cut him off.

"Enough talk. Just kill him!" Maxwell's impatience was evident; he didn't want to hear any more trash talk.

Corey dared not disobey Maxwell. He waved his hand and ordered, "Get him! Kill him!"

The hundred elite bodyguards charged toward Vincent and his men.