Teng Lanyuan was glaring at President Lin, who in turn was glaring back without backing down. Their gazes clashed, sparking like electric currents. In that moment, both sensed the formidable spiritual power of the other. After several probing exchanges, restrained by the occasion, neither unleashed a full assault. Yet, from each other’s eyes, they both understood the other’s intentions. Lin Feng slightly reined in his aura, but Teng Lanyuan suddenly showed a mysterious smile, his mouth twitching slightly, almost imperceptibly.
“Hahaha, Mr. Teng Lanyuan, isn’t ten billion dollars a bit too little? Don’t be so petty. Think it over and come up with a new figure!” Lin Feng burst into laughter, his voice like thunder, especially when he casually remarked that ten billion dollars was too little. As soon as these words were out, even the reporters who had been briefed beforehand began to doubt their ears, wondering if there was a mistake in the insider information, whether it was Marumi being sued by their client or Marumi suing Dainippon Technology.
“Oh, what amount does Mr. Lin think would be appropriate?” Teng Lanyuan asked nonchalantly, with a playful tone.
“Well, to be honest, I’m young and naive, not too familiar with these matters. I just feel that claiming only ten billion dollars seems a bit petty for Marumi, a company aspiring to go international. It’s not right, not right at all. Ten billion dollars, it’s a bit too little.” Teng Lanyuan, appearing nonchalant but actually exhausted from Lin Feng’s sneak attacks, knew that if Lin Feng launched another surprise attack, he could be in serious trouble. This old fox, with his rich combat experience, after being ambushed twice by Lin Feng’s mental strikes, despite his weakened state, identified Lin Feng as the attacker and instead of retreating, he counterattacked, engaging in a direct mental clash with Lin Feng.
In terms of spiritual cultivation, Teng Lanyuan had decades more experience than Lin Feng. Since Lin Feng used a technique similar to the “Illusion Attack” from ninjutsu, which suggested his power was not refined, otherwise, he would not have missed twice in a row. Even at the cost of his own strength, Teng Lanyuan wanted to give Lin Feng a warning to deter further attacks. As a ninja master focused on spiritual power, he, as a jonin, naturally had to surpass this young upstart in skill.
The art of mental wave attacks, in any sect or school, was inherently a double-edged sword. The saying goes, “Kill a thousand enemies, lose eight hundred of your own.” Using such a domineering technique with insufficient spiritual cultivation could backfire when facing a much stronger opponent, leading to severe consequences or even death. When he sensed Lin Feng suddenly backing off during their confrontation, Teng Lanyuan naturally thought it was due to Lin Feng’s lack of stamina. Thus, despite his own near depletion of spiritual energy, he persisted and launched a hidden attack, which explained his mysterious expression and the almost uncontrollable urge to laugh.
Teng Lanyuan did not truly wish to kill Lin Feng. The current scenario, with so many eyes watching, was the perfect opportunity to execute his original plan. In a flash, he decided to unleash a powerful illusion attack. His plan failed, so he redirected the despicable tactics originally intended for Tian Yingzi onto Lin Feng. Now, it seemed his goal was achieved. This young man, speaking incoherently, appeared to have fallen into his trap, entering his illusory realm.
Teng Lanyuan, controlling his excitement, continued to guide the conversation: “Mr. Lin, as the president of Marumi, your words carry weight. With so many media friends here to witness, your quick decision for future cooperation is commendable. This time, we at Dainippon Technology are eager to see your stance! Whatever you propose, we will gladly accept.”
The crowd was stunned, further confused about what play was being enacted between the two. Who was suing whom? Why did both seem to think ten billion dollars was too little? Goodness, that’s US dollars, not Vietnamese dong or Thai baht!
The reporters were indeed in for a spectacle. Such a focal point of news, how could they be careless? At that moment, whether it was the small group instructed to play along or the uninformed like the patriotic, impulsive reporter, all were on high alert, their cameras and equipment ready to capture every moment, sparing no film or flash.
“Ah, Mr. Teng, you flatter me too much. Ten billion dollars is indeed too little. Why don’t we add a zero to that? What do you think, Mr. Teng?”
“Yoshi! Mr. Lin indeed speaks his mind swiftly! Deal! With so many reporters here to witness our promise, anyone who goes back on their word will be cursed with no descendants!” Teng Lanyuan concluded with a touch of humor. He had preemptively set the stage, knowing that once his illusion wore off, this young president would likely deny everything. However, his goal was not to genuinely extort money from Marumi; he knew the real power behind Marumi wouldn’t easily throw out 100 billion dollars.
