chapter 16 Worse than robbery

Ella's eyes held a faint worry, and the urgent matter now was to raise ten thousand dollars for her daughter's surgery. She had no idea that the illness troubling her daughter for years had already been cured by Fernando. Early the next morning, after breakfast, Ella hurriedly left. She needed to raise money in a hurry. Although she had considered asking Fernando for a loan, she hesitated and couldn't ask. Besides, Fernando had been on the run for many years, and just surviving was not easy. How could he have any extra money? After Ella left, Fernando took Zoey's little hand and walked out. Yesterday night, he had decided that the first thing to do was to buy a house and get the mother and daughter out of this miserable place. On the way, Victor was driving, and several times, he seemed to want to say something but held back. "Speak up!" Fernando didn't raise his head, just stroking his daughter's silky hair. "Yes," Victor glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "Palace Master, yesterday, Brian went to Golden Fish Island, sank four Japanese warships, and killed six War God-level figures. Now, he is being detained." Fernando frowned, "Brian guards the Western Territory. Why did he go to the Northern Territory?" Victor looked awkward, saying, "The day the princess was kidnapped, Brian was extremely angry. He wanted to lead troops to Jinghai, but we stopped him. This guy, full of anger and nowhere to vent, piloted a fighter jet alone to the Northern Territory and bombarded the enemy's warships." "Japan wanted to retaliate, but seeing it was a Black Hawk Helicopter, they didn't dare to open fire rashly. They turned and ran. Brian kept chasing them and even pursued them to Japan's military base, where he continued firing." "The other side had no choice but to fight back. Palace Master, you know, Japan only has twelve War Gods in total, and Brian just killed half of them. The other side had no choice but to subdue Brian." Fernando nodded understandingly. If Brian did this, it wouldn't be surprising. "Spread my order. Let Derek go pick him up. Blow up their four warships, and we'll offer a thousand dollars as compensation. If they don't release him, lead the troops and wipe them out." Fernando ordered sternly. In recent years, Japan had been lurking around the coastline of Golden Fish Island, annoying but staying within the limits. Although Fernando wanted to conquer them by force, there was no reasonable excuse. If word got out, it would be said that Annihilation Palace initiated the conflict, bullied the weak, and caused trouble. Fernando had no goodwill towards Japan. Taking advantage of this opportunity, if they released the person, fine. If not, it was a perfect chance to eliminate them. Even if it escalated to an international level, they could argue, "Although I blow up your warships, kill your War Gods, but I compensate you with money, and you still don't release the person? Then, you can't blame us anymore." Victor stared with round eyes. If it weren't for the fact that he was driving, he would have wanted to kneel on the ground. Four warships, six War Gods! A thousand dollars... If this were called robbery, it would be an insult to the word itself. In front of the imposing sales office, security guards stopped the vehicle. "What are you doing?" Victor pressed the car window, raising an eyebrow, "What else can we do here? Of course, we're here to buy a house!" The security guard glanced inside the car and coldly said, "There are no parking spaces inside; park outside." "Nonsense!" Victor immediately cursed, "There are plenty of empty spaces inside. Are you telling me there are no parking spaces?" In front of the spacious sales office, there were only a few cars, and there were still many empty spaces. "I said there are none, so there are none. If you want to park, park outside. If not, move on!" The security guard glanced at Victor. "Damn!" Victor shifted gears, ready to drive in. "Victor." Fernando stopped him, "Just park outside." Saying that he took Zoey's hand, opened the car door, and walked down. Victor grunted and parked the car by the roadside. At this moment, a black Mercedes S600 drove up, and the security guard immediately smiled and bowed. "Boss, here to see the house? Please come inside. I'll find you a good parking space. Come, this way... Okay, turn left, good, reverse, reverse, stop, there you go, boss." A middle-aged man with a big belly got out of the Mercedes, holding a glamorous girl in heavy makeup. He tossed a hundred-dollar bill towards the security guard, then swaggered away. The security guard immediately picked up the bill, "Thank you, boss. Don't worry; I'll take good care of your car." He then leaned towards the car window, wiping it with his sleeve. Victor couldn't bear it anymore. He strode forward and grabbed the security guard's collar, raising a massive fist as if to strike. "Enough, Victor. This isn't a battlefield. Don't resort to violence so easily," Fernando chuckled. Victor, usually known for his calm temperament, seemed to have turned into another Brian. One Brian was troublesome enough; if there were two, Fernando would surely have a headache. Victor angrily released his grip, giving the security guard a fierce glare. Just that look made the security guard's legs go weak, and he sat on the ground. "Ugh..." When Fernando and the others walked away, the security guard spat, "Setting up a shabby MPV here, no driving license even. Most likely, these cars are stolen. Buying a house here? I'd say they're better off buying a toilet!" The group had already entered the lobby and hadn't heard this. Otherwise, Victor would undoubtedly have given the security guard a beating today. One couldn't deny that the place was impressive. The grand showroom was splendidly decorated, and the saleswomen, each wearing a black suit skirt, looked youthful and attractive. "Are you looking for houses?" a saleswoman approached Fernando's group and inquired. Fernando nodded, focusing on the sand table model model. At this moment, a slightly older saleswoman said to her colleague, "Newcomers are just newcomers. They have no vision at all. Would people like them to come to buy a house?" "Exactly! It's clear they're here to enjoy the air conditioning. Our houses start at tens of millions, and these people can't possibly afford them." A female colleague beside her sneered, echoing her sentiments. The saleswoman beside Fernando was named Layla Qin. She had just started working here yesterday and was now diligently introducing Fernando around, seemingly unfazed by the negative comments. "Sir, our Imperial Scenic Mansion is a high-end community with complete facilities nearby. Elementary, middle, and high schools, hospitals, and more are just a few minutes' walk away. Turn left after leaving the community gate, and you'll find the subway station a few dozen meters away, making transportation very convenient." Fernando nodded, indicating his satisfaction, and asked, "Do you have detailed information for me?" "Oh, yes, please wait a moment," Layla walked to the front desk, picked up several brochures and informational materials, and also grabbed a few bottles of beverages and candies. "I mean, Layla, you lack vision. Would people like them to come to buy a house? Aren't you tired?" the older saleswoman rolled her eyes and commented. "Yeah, Layla, at a glance, you can tell they're just here to enjoy the air conditioning. We've seen plenty of these people. You're not tired even bringing them brochures and drinks. I'd be exhausted for you," another saleswoman added. "Hey..." the saleswoman said, pointing her mouth towards a nearby portly man, "Did Bella, who received that person, see? That kind of person is more likely to buy a house genuinely. Moreover, he drove in with a Mercedes. You've just started; you should learn from that." Layla smiled faintly, "Sis Li, Sis Chen, I'm just getting started. Consider this a review of what was taught in the training class. I'll leave now; don't keep the customers waiting." "Haha, she doesn't get it," Sis Chen said, continuing to look at herself in the mirror, fixing her makeup. She couldn't be bothered to deal with such customers. "Let her be; if she doesn't mind, let her fuss around. At this rate, she won't sell a single house in a month. Then, she can look forward to being fired," the other saleswoman remarked.