nucmednet Chapter 1144 Enough is enough
Chapter 1144 Enough is enough
"President Soviet Union," Romanov said in an almost pleading tone, "Just give me two days. I need to communicate with Moscow again. After all, this is of great importance..."
&34;Snap!&34;
Before he finished speaking, Su Zhengyang suddenly grabbed the ashtray in front of him and smashed it hard on Romanov's head. Glass fragments and ashes flew everywhere, mixed with blood, and splashed on the conference table.
"I've had enough of your excuses!" Su Zhengyang roared.
Romanov covered his head, blood flowing down his fingers and staining his shirt collar red. He didn't even have time to feel the pain, he was so shocked by the sudden violence that he couldn't speak.
There was dead silence in the conference room.
Wilson and Dubois were so frightened that they trembled all over and dared not even breathe. Chesterfield and Silva turned pale and shrank back subconsciously.
"Communicate?" Su Zhengyang sneered, "You have communicated with Moscow for three days. What else can you communicate except delaying time?"
He leaned over and grabbed Romanov by the collar: "Do you think I'm kidding you? Do you think I'm playing a diplomatic game with you?"
Romanov's vision was blurred by blood and cold sweat, but he could still feel the murderous intent in Su Zhengyang's eyes.
Li Yunlong stood up and walked slowly behind Romanov: "Mr. President, do you want me to help him sober up?"
The hammer made a heart-pounding sound in his hand.
"Ah!" Romanov covered his bleeding head and screamed, "You are being barbaric! This is an insult to a diplomatic envoy!"
"Barbaric?" Li Yunlong sneered, stepped on Romanov's cheek, and pressed his head hard to the floor. "Why didn't you say it was barbaric when you used gunboats to seize our land?"
Half of Romanov's face was pressed against the cold floor, blood and tears mixed together. He wanted to struggle, but was nailed to the spot by Li Yunlong's military boots.
Wilson, Du Bois, Chesterfield, and Silva all stood there, not daring to breathe. They had never seen such a diplomatic scene before, but no one dared to protest.
"Everyone," Su Zhengyang straightened his suit and calmed down, "Please move to the banquet hall. I think you don't want to see the scene that's about to happen."
"Wait!" Du Bois suddenly stood up, his voice trembling, "President Su, Romanov is a diplomatic envoy after all. We in France cannot sit idly by and watch our allies..."
Su Zhengyang slowly turned his head, his eyes piercing Dubois like a knife. The coldness in his eyes made the French envoy swallow the second half of her words.
"Ms. Dubois," Su Zhengyang's voice was icy cold, "Are you teaching me how to deal with this matter?"
"Let's go!" Wilson grabbed DuBois's arm and said, "It's time for us to go to dinner."
He almost dragged Dubois out with brute force. Chesterfield and Silva didn't even dare to turn their heads and fled the meeting room in a panic.
"Mr. President," Li Yunlong said with a ferocious smile, "There are only three of us left now."
His combat boot pressed down further, and Romanov let out a whimper of pain.
"President Su, it's useless even if you kill me!" Romanov burst into tears, "I don't have the power to decide this matter at all. I'm just a messenger..."
"Please, let me go," he twisted on the ground like a poor worm, "Even if you beat me to death, I can't decide on this matter..."
"Oh?" Su Zhengyang's voice suddenly became unusually calm. "You mean, you are a useless waste?"
He slowly picked up the teapot on the table, which was still steaming: "Are you just a piece of trash wasting my time here?"
"No, that's not what I meant..." Romanov tried to explain.
&34;Ahhh!!!&34;
The boiling hot tea was suddenly poured on his body, and the intense pain made Romanov scream. His body twitched uncontrollably, and his shirt was burned to the point of emitting white smoke.
"Mr. President," Li Yunlong sneered and increased the strength of his footsteps, "It seems that this ambassador really does not understand his situation."
"I...I really have no power..." Romanov muttered in pain.
"No power?" Su Zhengyang slammed the teapot to the ground. "Then why are you here? To waste my time? To laugh at my joke?"
He squatted down and grabbed Romanov's red face: "Do you think I would believe that Moscow sent a useless person who can't do anything to discuss such an important matter?"
Romanov was shaking all over, not sure whether it was from pain or fear: "I... I really... "
"Yunlong," Su Zhengyang stood up and dusted off his suit, "It seems we need to use some special methods to make this ambassador recognize his identity."
Li Yunlong showed a chilling smile on his face: "Understood, President."
Su Zhengyang straightened his suit and walked out of the meeting room without looking back. He stood in the corridor, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it slowly.
&34;Ah!!! No! Please...&34;
Romanov's shrill screams were heard in the conference room.
Su Zhengyang took a deep puff of his cigarette and looked out the window at night calmly. The crystal chandelier in the corridor stretched his shadow long and cast it on the marble floor.
&34;I’ll sign! I’ll sign right now! Ah!!!&34;
Heart-wrenching pleas for mercy echoed in the corridor.
&34;You lunatics! Barbarians! Ah!!!&34;
The sound of bones breaking was mixed with the curses.
Su Zhengyang flicked the ash off his cigarette, his expression still calm, as if the shrill screams had nothing to do with him.
&34;Moscow...Moscow will not let you go! Ah!!!&34;
The threatening words quickly turned into helpless wails.
&34;Please...I'll tell you everything...I'll tell you everything...Ah!!!&34;
The pleas for mercy became weaker and weaker.
Su Zhengyang put out his second cigarette, and the corridor finally returned to silence. Only the crystal chandelier was still flashing with a cold light.
A moment later, Yunlong opened the door of the conference room and walked out: "President, he signed it."
Su Zhengyang nodded, still looking out the window at the night: "Have someone clean up, it's time for us to go to the banquet."
The conference room was in a mess.
Romanov collapsed to the ground, his suit and shirt soaked with blood and tea. His right hand lay limply to the side, his fingers twisted unnaturally. His face was bruised and purple, and it was no longer recognizable.
The signed agreement was placed next to him, with blood stains on it.
He had lost consciousness, and only the faint sound of breathing proved that he was still alive.
Fang Dihu stood aside, sorting out the documents with an expressionless face: "I will arrange for someone to send him back to the embassy."