Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

Soon, the fire spread rapidly from the cardboard boxes, eventually engulfing the entire warehouse.

Within ten minutes, the products in the warehouse were completely engulfed in flames.

"Put out the fire! Put out the fire quickly!"

"Did you call the fire department?!"

"Help! The warehouse is on fire!"

In an instant, shouts from the factory workers rose and fell.

At this moment, thick black smoke billowed and flames rolled, completely engulfing the entire MSG factory!

This scene also caught the eye of Ding Li on the other side, who smiled with satisfaction.

"Let's go back and report."

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Soon, news of the MSG factory being burned down reached Mr. Oshima's ears.

"Baka! Who did this?!"

Mr. Oshima, seated at the head of the table, dressed in a standard kimono, suddenly pushed over the small tea table in front of him, his face full of anger.

You should know that the MSG factory is backed by the Tianlong Society.

One of Tianlonghui's biggest sources of revenue in Shanghai is its monosodium glutamate (MSG) products.

Through this industry, the Tianlong Society has long since conquered most of the Chinese market.

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The constant stream of orders from China has already made them incredibly wealthy.

A MSG factory has been burned down?!

Wouldn't that be cutting off their source of income?

Thinking about the equipment and funds needed to rebuild the MSG factory, Mr. Oshima felt so angry that he almost fainted.

"Which bastard did this?! I'll tear him to pieces, slice him into a thousand pieces!"

At this moment, compared to Mr. Oshima's anger, Yoshiko Yamaguchi remained calm, and she even calmly drank a cup of green tea.

Seeing that Mr. Oshima was angry, she poured him a cup of green tea and handed it to him.

However, this action did nothing to ease Mr. Oshima's anger, and he smashed the teacup over and roared.

"You're still in the mood for tea at a time like this?! Haven't you realized our source of income has been cut off?"

As Mr. Oshima spilled the green tea, Yoshiko Yamaguchi remained unmoved, simply saying something under her breath.

"What's the use of getting angry now that it's already happened?!"

As she spoke, she slowly sipped the tea in her cup, her eyes sharpening as well.

"The most important thing is to find the mastermind behind this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Oshima's expression changed slightly, and he finally calmed down a bit and asked.

"Do you know who it is?"

Upon hearing this, Yoshiko Yamaguchi across from her gave a faint smile, her eyes filled with certainty.

"Although there is no evidence, I have already guessed it."

Seeing that Yoshiko Yamaguchi's eyes held an air of certainty, Mr. Oshima's voice became more anxious.

"Tell me quickly, who is it?"

Then, Yoshiko Yamaguchi's voice rang out clearly.

"Even a rabbit will bite when cornered; it seems we underestimated Feng Jingyao!" (door)

Chapter 125 The trading company is smashed and the consul of the country is beaten!

When Ding Li returned to the Feng Mansion with news of the burned MSG factory, Feng Jingyao nodded in satisfaction.

"Great! Next up is that bastard Peel."

Taking a puff of his cigar, Feng Jingyao slowly exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, then suddenly changed the subject.

"Today is the first day of business for the Peel Group."

When Ding Li heard Feng Jingyao mention the trading company, he immediately realized what was going on.

Mr. Peel also opened many businesses in the concession using his title as the consul of France.

As the business continued to expand, Mr. Peel opened a French-style trading company directly in the concession, striving to be number one in terms of scale and revenue.

Today happens to be the first day of the official opening.

That evening, there was also an opening dinner attended by Mr. Peale, and Feng Jingyao was among the invitees.

Seeing Ding Li nod, Feng Jingyao shouted even more sternly.

"Smash it! Smash it wherever it's valuable!"

Upon hearing this, Ding Li on the other side immediately curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

“Mr. Feng, I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

Upon hearing the voice, Ding Li turned and left without hesitation.

At this moment, Feng Jingyao's face was gloomy.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and his expression became increasingly ferocious.

"He pooped in front of my door and still expects me to say he smells good!"

"These bastards! Bastards!"

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Soon, Ding Li arrived at Mr. Peel's business with his bodyguards in black.

It was the first day the business had opened, and the place was bustling with people, clearly indicating that business was booming.

Seeing this, Ding Li waved his hand and gave orders to the black-clad bodyguards behind him.

"Brothers, smash whatever you want today! Smash the valuable stuff!"

Upon hearing this, the black-clad bodyguards behind him responded and filed in one after another.

On the other side, the shopkeeper inside the trading company was already extremely busy.

Hearing that there were many people gathered outside, I initially thought that distinguished guests had arrived.

But to my surprise, what greeted us were not guests, but waves of ferocious demons!

As the black-clad bodyguards approached one by one, carrying sticks, the shopkeeper immediately knew something was wrong; this was clearly a troublemaker!

With a furrowed brow, the shopkeeper immediately stepped forward to stop him.

"Hey, what are you doing? Our boss is Mr. Pierre, the consul of the country."

"You didn't even bother to find out about our business's reputation, how dare you cause trouble here?!"

When the shopkeeper brought up his own business background, he spoke with great enthusiasm.

However, the next moment, seeing that Ding Li, the leader on the other side, did not seem to have changed his expression at all, the shopkeeper narrowed his eyes and raised his voice.

"Can't you understand human language?! Let me tell you! We have Mr. Peel behind us, and the police station is right behind us!"

If the previous sentence was a clear statement of identity, this next sentence is a blatant threat!

At this moment, the shopkeeper's raised voice also reached Ding Li's ears, and he strode up to the shopkeeper.

"That's exactly right, that's exactly what I'm going to do, I'm going to smash it for you, for Mr. Peel, the consul of the United Kingdom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Li waved his hand to signal the black-clad bodyguards behind him to begin.

Soon, the bodyguards in black began to move.

The store's shelves were knocked over, and all the advertising boards were torn up.

Even the cash register at the entrance was deformed by the iron bar.

It was the busiest time of the day, the first day of business, and the store was packed with customers.

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, many customers immediately ran away.

Some of the more timid guests even screamed from time to time, clearly startled by what they saw.

Seeing this, the once arrogant shopkeeper was now dumbfounded.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting!"

He grabbed Ding Li and pleaded with Ding Li to order his black-clad bodyguards to stop.

Although Ding Li had a smile on his lips, his eyes were clearly icy cold.

"Brothers, smash it hard!"

Turning to look at the shopkeeper, Ding Li waved his hand and threw the shopkeeper away.