nucmednet Chapter 633 Losing Patience Su Zhengyang's Horror
Chapter 633 Losing Patience Su Zhengyang's Horror
Five minutes later, the meeting room was filled with a bloody and terrifying atmosphere. Li Yunlong seemed to have transformed into an emotionless executioner, ruthlessly smashing his hammer into Johnson's left hand again and again.
Each blow was accompanied by the sound of breaking bones and splattering blood and flesh, until Johnson's left hand was smashed into a puddle of mud like his right hand.
Johnson had completely passed out at this moment. His body was lying on the ground, twitching constantly, as if he was expressing endless pain and despair. His hands were gone, leaving only two blurred masses of flesh and broken bones. The ground was also covered with hammer marks of varying depths, each of which was so dazzling and shocking.
The ambassadors from various countries witnessed all this, their faces were filled with fear and horror. They had never seen such a cruel scene, and had never thought that such atrocities would happen before their eyes. Their heartbeats accelerated, as if they were about to jump out of their chests, and everyone's eyes were filled with fear of Li Yunlong.
The conference room was dead silent, with only Johnson's twitching voice echoing. The once arrogant and rude American ambassador has now become a useless person without dignity. And all this is because he angered Su Zhengyang and touched Su Zhengyang's bottom line.
Su Zhengyang was sitting at a corner of the conference table. His movements were elegant and calm, as if he had nothing to do with the bloody scene. On the coffee table in front of him was a set of exquisite tea sets. He was sipping tea slowly, and every movement seemed so elegant and calm.
His face was as calm as water, and his eyes were deep and calm. It seemed that all the disturbances in the outside world could not affect his inner peace. He blew the hot steam on the teacup gently, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility leisurely.
At this moment, a drop of blood accidentally splashed into Su Zhengyang's teacup. The bright blood formed a sharp contrast with the clear tea in the teacup, which was particularly dazzling. Su Zhengyang frowned slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He put down the teacup in his hand and sighed softly, revealing a kind of helplessness and regret in his voice.
"What a waste of a good cup of tea." He whispered, as if talking to himself. Although his voice was not loud, it was particularly clear in the silent conference room. Ambassadors from various countries cast horrified and fearful glances at him, but Su Zhengyang seemed not to notice. He picked up the teapot again and poured himself a new cup of tea.
His movements were still so calm, as if none of this had anything to do with him. His expression was as calm as water, forming a sharp contrast with this horrific and bloody scene.
As Li Yunlong finally stopped what he was doing, the atmosphere in the conference room became more solemn. Su Zhengyang put down his teacup, slowly stood up, and swept his eyes across the faces of every ambassador present. His voice was clear and firm, like a stream flowing under a glacier, calm but with unquestionable majesty.
"Li Yunlong, take him down to treat his wound." Su Zhengyang said softly. There was no sympathy in his tone, as if he was talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.
Li Yunlong nodded and walked towards Johnson lying on the ground with an expressionless face. He ordered the soldiers to lift Johnson up and prepare to leave the meeting room. Johnson had fainted at this moment, but the blood that continued to seep out of his body still left mottled marks on the floor.
At this time, the French ambassador finally mustered up the courage, her voice trembling and weak: "Mr. Su, I... I feel that today's negotiations are a bit too intense. I... I am not feeling well, I hope we can continue tomorrow." She tried to avoid Su Zhengyang's gaze, but finally met those deep eyes.
Su Zhengyang smiled slightly, but there was no warmth in his smile: "Ms. Dubois, I understand your feelings. But there is an old Chinese saying, 'Today's work should be done today.' Our negotiations today have already wasted a lot of time. I believe that everyone is here for the interests of their respective countries. We should cherish this opportunity and make phased progress."
As soon as he finished speaking, the other ambassadors echoed him, but there was also obvious fear and anxiety in their words.
Su Zhengyang's eyes were like torches. He scanned the faces of these ambassadors one by one and continued, "We no longer have the patience to delay any further. I hope you can understand that China's sincerity and determination are beyond doubt. We look forward to establishing closer cooperative relations with all countries, but the premise is mutual respect and equal treatment. You must give a clear answer on the issue of concessions."
Su Zhengyang turned his gaze to Ambassador Nicolas Cage, who was sitting on the side. His tone was calm and firm: "Ambassador Nicolas, on this important issue, we need a direct response from Tsarist Russia. Please tell me what kind of response your Tsar gave on the matter of returning the concession."
Nicolas Cage also felt a huge pressure at this moment. The bloody scene in front of him made this fighting nation from the "Polar Bear" country feel cold. He felt Su Zhengyang's extremely sharp gaze, as if it could penetrate his heart and make him unable to avoid it.
Although he was nervous, Cage tried to keep himself calm. He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound steady: "Mr. Su, I understand your urgency. But on the issue of returning the concession, His Majesty the Tsar did express his disagreement. This is in the national interest of Tsarist Russia, and we need to consider it carefully."
Su Zhengyang frowned slightly, his eyes showing obvious dissatisfaction. He narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to stare at Nicolas Cage, as if he wanted to see through him.
Feeling Su Zhengyang's cold gaze, Cage's heart tightened, and he quickly explained: "However, Mr. Su, please believe me, I will do my best to mediate and make His Majesty the Tsar reconsider China's request. I know the importance of friendship and cooperation between the two countries, and I will also work hard for this."
After Su Zhengyang heard Cage's answer, the disappointment on his face became more obvious. He shook his head slightly, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, then he picked up the boiling teapot on the coffee table and slowly walked towards Nicolas Cage.
Cage was so shocked by Su Zhengyang's actions that he could hardly move. He stared with wide eyes, watching Su Zhengyang approaching step by step in horror. When he felt Su Zhengyang's hand pulling open his collar, an indescribable fear surged in his heart.
"Ambassador Nicholas, I am very disappointed with your response." Su Zhengyang's voice was as cold as ice, and there was no warmth in his eyes. "As an envoy, you should understand your responsibilities. But now it seems that you have not really conveyed the Tsar's intentions, nor have you respected our requests."
As he spoke, Su Zhengyang tilted the teapot, and the boiling water poured into Cage's collar. Cage screamed, his body trembled violently, and he tried to push Su Zhengyang away with his hands. But at the moment he struggled, the nearby soldiers quickly stepped forward and hit him hard on the shoulders with two strong rifle butts.
Cage was knocked to the ground by this sudden blow, his face was as pale as paper, and he groaned in pain. He struggled to stand up, but his body seemed to be frozen and unable to move. The ambassadors of various countries around were frightened by this scene and fell silent. They watched how Su Zhengyang punished the Russian ambassador in a ruthless way.