Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

Chapter 631 Killing the chicken to scare the monkey

Su Zhengyang's face remained calm. He gently put down the teacup and stared at Johnson, with a barely perceptible sharpness in his eyes. He spoke slowly, his voice steady and powerful: "Ambassador Johnson, are you saying that you think China does not have the strength to go to war with the United States? Therefore, on the issue of the ownership of the concession, you firmly believe that your country will not make any concessions, is that what you mean?"

Su Zhengyang's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Johnson's heart. However, Johnson was completely enraged by the seven or eight days of house arrest and the humiliation he had just suffered. His reason was almost devoured by the raging anger. He forgot the instructions from his homeland and the friendly attitude he should maintain.

Johnson stood up, clenched his hands, and the muscles on his face twisted slightly because of anger. He raised his head arrogantly and looked directly at Su Zhengyang, as if he wanted to crush him with his eyes. "Mr. Su, I think you may have misunderstood what I meant." His voice was full of disdain and contempt. "I am not questioning China's strength, but making a judgment based on facts. The United States, as a world superpower, our military and economic strength are unmatched. Although China has developed rapidly in recent years, there is still a big gap compared to us."

He paused and continued, "As for the question of the ownership of the concession, we have given a clear answer. This is our bottom line and our principle. We cannot make any concessions on this issue. We hope that China can recognize the situation and make a wise choice."

Johnson's words were full of provocation and threats. He seemed to be certain that Su Zhengyang would not dare to go to war with the powerful United States. However, Su Zhengyang was not shaken by his words. He remained calm and composed, as if everything was under his control.

Su Zhengyang straightened his body slightly, staring at Johnson with a sharp gaze. His words were clear and powerful, as if every word and sentence condensed into a substantial sense of oppression in the air.

"Mr. Johnson," Su Zhengyang said, his voice full of unquestionable firmness, "In fact, before the negotiation meeting, I had already anticipated that perhaps the warnings I gave you these days were not enough. I used Connit's head as a warning to show you China's determination, but it seems that it did not give you a corresponding reminder."

Su Zhengyang's voice gradually became heavier, as if carrying an uncontrollable anger: "Your arrogance and contemptuous look make me very uncomfortable. You seem to have forgotten that this is Chinese territory, and we Chinese people have a firm belief in defending our homeland."

He paused, and his eyes swept across Johnson's face as sharp as a knife: "I decided that I will use you as the first one today!"

Johnson was shocked when he heard this. He suddenly woke up and realized that he was in China's territory. The murderous intent in Su Zhengyang's words made him shudder involuntarily. He realized that his previous arrogance and contempt may have touched China's bottom line.

Johnson's face turned pale instantly. He swallowed nervously and tried to save the situation with a trembling voice: "Mr. Su... Mr. Su, I... I didn't mean that. We just... just want a fair result."

"Mr. Johnson," Su Zhengyang's voice was as cold as ice, "your words really opened my eyes. You keep talking about fairness, but you forget how you treated us before. You are arrogant and ignorant, just like a cheap bone that makes people want to hit it a few times."

Su Zhengyang's words were like a sharp knife, piercing Johnson's heart. His face turned pale in an instant, and his eyes were filled with fear and anger. However, Su Zhengyang did not give him any chance to refute. He continued to taunt: "Do you think that you can do whatever you want on China's territory just because you represent the United States? I tell you, this is China, not your United States!"

Just when Johnson was speechless, Su Zhengyang suddenly gave an order: "Catch him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two fully armed soldiers rushed into the meeting room. They were agile and pressed Johnson on the table. Johnson struggled to resist, but the soldiers were too strong and he couldn't break free.

"Let me go! What are you doing? I'm the US ambassador, you can't do this to me!" Johnson struggled and shouted.

However, the soldiers ignored his pleas for mercy. They looked at Johnson coldly, as if they were looking at an insignificant prey. Seeing that his pleas for mercy were fruitless, Johnson began to curse and threaten: "If you dare to do this to me, the United States will not let you go! I will make you regret it!"

But no matter how he cursed and threatened, the soldiers did not react. They just quietly waited for Su Zhengyang's order. Su Zhengyang watched all this coldly, as if all this was within his expectations. He said lightly: "Mr. Johnson, I hope you can remember the lesson today. Don't forget your identity and status on the territory of China."

As Su Zhengyang's order was issued, the atmosphere in the conference room instantly dropped to freezing point. The two soldiers were like statues as hard as steel, pressing Johnson's right hand tightly on the table, making him unable to move. Their eyes were cold, without the slightest mercy.

Li Yunlong's eyes flashed with cruelty at this moment. He held a large iron hammer in his hand, which was as big as an adult's fist. The iron hammer was covered with traces of time and looked heavy and simple. He walked slowly towards Johnson, and every step was steady and powerful, as if the whole conference room was shaking with his footsteps.

Su Zhengyang spoke coldly, without a trace of emotion in his voice: "Mr. Johnson, you always like to point your noble right finger at others and speak nonsense. I think you should change this bad habit." His words were full of sarcasm and contempt, making Johnson's face even uglier.

Li Yunlong understood what he meant. He stopped and looked at Johnson's right hand, which was being held tightly, with a grim smile. He raised the hammer in his hand and said to Johnson, "Mr. Johnson, this hammer weighs 15 pounds. I will use it to smash every inch of bone in your right hand. I guarantee that this process will be very painful, but I think you will like this kind of pain because you always like to bring pain to others."

Johnson's face was filled with fear and his eyes were filled with despair. He struggled to break free from the soldiers, but to no avail. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "No! You can't do this! I'm the US ambassador, you can't treat me like this!"