Chapter 3942: What We Need Is Your Non-Cooperation
Chapter 3942: Chapter 3942: What We Need Is Your Non-Cooperation
Nie Qingru had just heard clearly, and a sense of crisis had already formed in her heart, but nothing showed on her face. Instead, the moment Mo Xi hung up, she pretended to stay calm and opened her mouth first: "I’ve already done what you said. You can leave the estate now, right?"
"No rush." Mo Xi looked at her with a half-smile and said, "We still have something we need you to help with."
He said he was "asking" Nie Qingru for help, but from head to toe, there wasn’t the slightest trace of someone requesting a favor.
More like blatant, naked threats!
"What else do you want me to do?" Nie Qingru couldn’t help getting annoyed.
"You just reminded me." Mo Xi deliberately needled her, speaking unhurriedly: "Lu Zhi’s people really don’t listen to you. To make him obey, we’re going to have to trouble you, old lady, to record another video."
Nie Qingru almost spat blood, glaring at him as if she could bore a hole straight through that fox-like face of his, her expression ice-cold: "You think I’m going to cooperate with you?"
Mo Xi raised his brows, looking very surprised. "You’ve misunderstood, old lady."
He made a forward gesture to the others, then turned back to Nie Qingru with a smiling gaze: "What we want is for you not to cooperate! If you cooperate, the video we get won’t have enough impact. The less you cooperate, the better!"
"What are you trying to do!"
This time Nie Qingru’s face really went green.
Mo Xi ignored her now, turned and said to the brothers he’d brought, "Move. Get to work."
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Three minutes later.
Continent M.
In the most central area of the reclusive family, the major faction leaders of the Privy Council each received an anonymous video.
After watching the contents, their reactions were almost identical: they immediately called the others, demanding a private, confidential meeting in the parliament hall.
Luke’s workplace was closest, so he was the first to arrive at the parliament hall.
Right after him, Old Xue came hurrying in, wearing a freshly washed but old Tang suit, and finally the archbishop strode in with a grim expression.
The three were all there.
Quentin instructed the trusted aide beside him: "You go out first, and shut the door on your way. Don’t let anyone in during this time."
"Yes." Jacob didn’t say much, quietly bowed and backed out, closing the parliament hall’s main doors for them and standing guard outside himself.
The parliament hall could easily accommodate a three-hundred-person meeting, which showed how large the place was; the tiered seating alone ran in dense rows for dozens of tiers.
Right now, in this huge space, only the three of them were present; their voices echoed in the emptiness.
"You all got the video?"
True to being the most strong-willed and direct of the three, Quentin broke the silence first. While the other two were still mulling over how to bring up the video they’d received, he flicked his sleeve, took a seat, and shattered the equilibrium in the parliament hall.
Luke exhaled in relief, quickly sitting down beside Quentin and tilting his head to ask, "The archbishop also got that video?"
"If I hadn’t, what would I be doing asking you here?" Quentin looked, rather impatiently, toward the only one who hadn’t spoken yet. "And Old Xue? You didn’t get the video?"
He didn’t believe Old Xue hadn’t received it—otherwise, with that old man’s cautious way of doing things, he wouldn’t have come to meet them at the parliament hall without even asking what was going on.
Sure enough, after a brief stiffness in his expression, the old man in the green robe relaxed his shoulders and spoke as if resigning himself: "I also received the video you’re talking about."
Quentin brushed the wrinkles from his sleeve, and said carelessly, "Since we all got that video, let’s hear it—what are you planning to do?"