The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

Chapter 1263 Old Deng got beaten up, didn't he?

But these mercenaries had seen plenty of appalling things while on missions, so this was nothing to them.

Reginald has now completely lost his dignity. He's probably never been so humiliated in his life, standing naked in front of a group of people, his face no longer showing the smugness he had moments before, only embarrassment and fear.

He opened his mouth to negotiate, but the mercenaries had no interest in listening.

Ghost slowly took out his camera, set it up, and then said to Reginald in a friendly manner, "Come on, say hello to the camera."

The mercenaries' equipment was equipped with intelligent voice changers, and the voices they spoke at this moment were chillingly mechanical.

Very scary.

Reginald struggled, desperately lowering his head and covering his face, refusing, "Oh...no! No! You can't record this, it'll ruin me! What do you want? Money? I have money! How about $1 million? $2 million! $3 million!"

However, the next second, W's cold gun barrel was pressed against Reginald's temple. "Say hello to the camera, dear Mr. Reginald, or I'll send you to meet Satan."

Reginald's face flushed red. He stared at the camera and could only manage to say with difficulty, "I...I am...Reginald..."

But the next second, he heard W cock his gun, followed by the words, "Don't waste time, give a perfect self-introduction, okay?"

"I am Reginald Croft!" Reginald's urgent voice rang out. "Don't kill me... I'm the chairman of Noah Pharmaceuticals!"

“Very well,” W said gently. “I’m sorry, Mr. Reginald, you’ve offended someone you shouldn’t have. We’re here to teach you a little lesson on behalf of our master.”

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry..." Reginald, quick-witted as ever, apologized immediately without hesitation. "I'm willing to apologize! I'm sorry... please don't kill me!"

Ghost, who had transformed into a photography master, seemed intrigued. He looked at Reginald with a mocking expression and asked curiously, "Really? Then apologize and let me see your sincerity."

King suddenly spoke up, "If you're not sincere enough, then say goodbye to your head."

Upon hearing this, Reginald's face flashed with a fierce expression, and then he suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself across the face.

"Snapped!"

"sorry!"

"Snapped!"

"sorry!"

He wept bitterly, slapping himself repeatedly while constantly saying "I'm sorry," seemingly offering a sincere confession to the other side of the camera.

Ghost suddenly burst into laughter, looking at Reginald's swollen face, and praised him repeatedly, "Very good, very good, truly worthy of being the respected Mr. Croft, indeed able to bend and stretch."

“I received your apology,” he clicked his tongue and said, “Not bad, very sincere.”

A glimmer of hope suddenly flashed in Reginald's eyes. He looked at Ghost excitedly and said, "Then, can you let me go? As long as you let me go, I promise I will never call the police. I will transfer money to your account!"

“No way,” Ghost suddenly said with a grin, “I mean I received your sincerity, but my master didn’t.”

Upon hearing this, Reginald's old face went completely blank.

"puff."

"Pfft."

Several mocking laughs rang out, with Sky's laughter being the most unrestrained. He pointed at the clown, Reginald, laughing so hard he bent over, the shrill mechanical sound adding to the eerie yet humorous atmosphere.

Reginald was a white man, obese and bloated. His face was flushed red as he stared at Ghost in disbelief, looking like a pig that had taken human form—the kind that knew it was about to be slaughtered.

He suddenly broke down, opening his mouth and then closing it again, finally turning into a listless despair, and cursing at Ghost.

"Tsk," Ghost was quite toxic. He took the camera and shoved it right in Reginald's face to take a picture, and said with a grin, "Go ahead and curse, you won't be able to curse for long."

Land glanced at the time and said, "Let's not waste any more time."

He gestured for Ghost to pause filming, then looked at Reginald and asked casually, "Tell me, who in the FBI are you working with?"

Upon hearing the word "FBI," Reginald's pupils constricted, his face went blank, and he stammered in disbelief, "You! You are...you are..."

His nostrils flared in shock. "You're her people? Nicoletta Newkman!!! You're her people!"

Reginald's face contorted in disbelief as he screamed, "No way! This can't be!"

Sky didn't care about him at all. He punched Reginald in the face, knocking his head almost 180 degrees to the side, causing him to spurt blood from his nose and lose a tooth.

"Just say it," Sky said irritably, twisting his wrist. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Sky managed to control his strength with that punch, otherwise Old Deng's head would probably have been knocked crooked... in a physical sense.

Reginald's head was buzzing, blood was gushing from his nose, and he could only gasp for breath before resignedly answering, "I... an FBI... special chief agent..."

"I just wanted to teach her a lesson... I didn't intend to do anything to her... it's just because of Telos Labs... stock price fluctuations..."

Reginald suffered a concussion from Sky's punch and spoke incoherently, but he still managed to explain himself.

Unfortunately, he didn't reveal anything important, and in fact, Reginald's actions regarding Tang Tang were purely out of jealousy.

This jealousy stems from the emergence of Telos Group's first-generation anti-cancer drug, as well as Tang Tang's usual aloofness, Tang Yu's indifference to olive branches, the impact on Noah Pharmaceuticals' stock price, jealousy of young tycoons, and resentment towards successful women... and so on.

It was inexplicable, but the truth is indeed very inexplicable.

The only valuable piece of information was that the person who questioned Tang Tang was the FBI's chief special agent in charge of Cambridge, who was also the highest-ranking official in the local district.

Reginald and he seemed to have some connection. During a dinner, Reginald deliberately made many negative statements about Tang Tang.

For example, her background, her achievements, her ethnicity, her purpose... and also her relationship with Edwin.

To some extent, Reginald is indeed right.

Unfortunately, he shouldn't have faced Tang Tang.

Sky, with a hint of disdain, put another disposable glove over his tactical glove before saying, "Due to limited resources, I won't be giving you anesthesia."