Peerless Little Immortal Doctor-Chapter 872 - 875: You Will Have Nothing!

Lei Qiang looked at Guo Man with arrogant indifference.

To reject me, you first need the courage to face all the consequences.

Otherwise, it’s impossible!

Guo Man fixed her cold gaze on Lei Qiang.

Utterly unafraid of his intimidation.

Since when did a mere regional manager like you get to represent America?

In the emergency passageway, Xia Liu was laughing so hard his waist nearly gave way.

Showing off—he could, too.

But using a show-off method as terrifying as Lei Qiang’s? For that, even when Xia Liu uses the restroom, he’d admit—Lei Qiang wins in style.

Back in the restaurant, the candlelight flickered prettily, casting a warm glow on their faces.

It was evident that Guo Man’s expression had reached the peak of frostiness.

"If President Lei really represents the entirety of America, then I, Guo Man, wouldn’t dare to climb such heights."

Insults without curses, mockery without vulgarity.

Guo Man, you’re good!

This remark hit Lei Qiang hard.

There was no way he could represent America.

Even within the company, he had very limited authority.

His visit to Harbor City this time?

It was mainly because of Guo Man’s beauty.

He originally thought he could fool Guo Man with ease.

But he never expected that this woman was far more formidable than he’d imagined.

What a case of "trying to steal the chicken but ending up losing the rice"!

Yet, as a regional manager, Lei Qiang’s sense of oppression remained intact.

Guo Man’s single sarcastic comment wasn’t enough to truly shake him.

"President Guo, while I may not represent America, if I escalate this situation and have the Ross Family spread the word, do you think any company in America would dare work with you?"

To make Guo Man submit, he had to suppress her at the source.

And the Ross Family was his ultimate trump card.

Lei Qiang held next to no influence in America.

But the Ross Family was different; their footprints stretched across all of America, and even many European nations.

Destroying a corporation?

For the Ross Family, it was ridiculously simple.

If they wanted something done, nothing would stand in their way.

Of course, there were exceptions—like Xia Liu…

"While the Ross Family may be famous and powerful in America, do you even understand the background of my Guo Family Group? Do you think all Huaxia family businesses are soft persimmons to be pinched at will?"

Even though Guo Man didn’t particularly want to invoke the name of the Guo Family.

At this point, withholding some intimidation would only embolden Lei Qiang to think adopting a ’foreign daddy’ meant abandoning his local roots.

These despicable types—she’d hit them on sight!

"Ha, since President Guo puts it that way, I guess there’s nothing left for us to discuss. We’ll leave it to fate then."

Lei Qiang intended to use coercion, but the pressure from Xia Liu, a former special forces operative, was immense.

If Guo Man had come out alone tonight, then the guest rooms above the fifteenth floor would have turned into her prison of ecstasy.

"Hmph, I, Guo Man, act in my own way and don’t need your opinion. And for your actions tonight—watch out for karma. Tell me, who does heaven ever pardon?"

Guo Man snorted coldly.

Only now did she realize that Lei Qiang had never intended to negotiate a collaboration.

His arrival was entirely driven by selfish desires.

Trying to scare her—did he really think she was some brainless little girl?

What wickedness, truly disgraceful!

A complete waste of days of her time and energy.

If she had cultivation, Guo Man wouldn’t hold back—one palm strike, and she’d shatter Lei Qiang’s chest.

Thinking of this, Guo Man could only shake her head in resignation.

Cultivation? She couldn’t afford to lose her temper over this.

Calm yourself, stay calm.

"President Guo, you’re overreacting."

Always more lenient with women, Lei Qiang found himself slightly irked at this moment.

Since taking over as regional manager, this was the first time he’d been humiliated.

In the past, wherever he went, CEOs or managers would practically undress themselves in welcome.

Now, after being insulted, he also had to endure the curses.

Indeed, women in the Huaxia region were not to be trifled with.

Especially someone like Guo Man, an aloof and radiant ice queen of a CEO.

"President Guo, you’re right—people like you, who rely on their positions to deceive others, aren’t immune to karmic reprisal; it’s just a matter of time."

As Guo Man prepared to hurl another biting remark, a playful voice casually rang out.

Both of them turned toward the source of the sound.

At that glance, Lei Qiang’s complexion shifted between pale and green.

This time, it was the bodyguard who dared mock him!

"You dare speak to me like that! What makes you think you’re qualified? Take a good look at yourself—you’re nothing but Guo Man’s dog! A pathetic lapdog that knows only how to wag its tail!"

Smack!

Before Lei Qiang’s words could fully settle, a crisp slap echoed.

It was none other than Guo Man, whose hand had flashed fiercely across Lei Qiang’s face.

Before Lei Qiang could react, Guo Man grabbed the wine-filled glass from the table and hurled it at him.

Red wine splattered onto his face: "People who don’t know how to respect others won’t have good days ahead—take care of yourself!"

"Guo Man! How dare you treat me like this—I’ll make you regret this for your entire life!"

With countless eyes on them, Lei Qiang was infuriated to the brink of explosion.

While he wouldn’t dare act recklessly, his malevolence remained undiminished.

As Guo Man was about to speak, Xia Liu stepped in front of her, his figure standing tall as he gazed down upon Lei Qiang with disdain: "In Harbor City, you have no power to dictate anything. In America, you have even less. Mark my words—within two days, you’ll lose everything!"

Facing Xia Liu’s unwavering seriousness, Lei Qiang felt his very soul trembling.

He couldn’t understand how someone who was merely a bodyguard could possess such resolute confidence, leaving no room for rebuttal.

That pair of eyes—they seemed to pierce his soul, akin to a ferocious beast ready to tear him apart, making him feel on the verge of collapse.

Cold sweat broke out across Lei Qiang’s body.

He couldn’t speak further.

Nor did he dare to.

Deep within, he instinctively believed everything Xia Liu had said was true.

If he dared object further, he might even die on the spot.

That aura—it belonged to someone who had long dwelled in dominance, capable of paralyzing others with sheer presence.

Behind Xia Liu, Guo Man gazed incredulously at his figure.

Though just a silhouette, it gave her an unapproachable feeling.

That sensation felt like heaven and earth.

Visible from afar, yet eternally untouchable.

Despite all this, one thing stood out even more to Guo Man—the warmth and brightness of Xia Liu’s presence.

For her sake, he’d spoken such words.

Was he worried she might not be deeply moved yet?

"Let me be clear—if you’d dared raise a hand against President Guo earlier, your arm would’ve shattered the moment you tried."

"Consider this advice: treasure the time and assets you have left—soon, you’ll live a life full of regret."

After finishing, Xia Liu turned to glance at Guo Man, signaling her to leave.

Under countless watchful gazes, Guo Man followed Xia Liu with the quiet demeanor of a reprimanded little girl, her head bowed.

Once they were in the car, Guo Man still kept her head down. Just as she was about to speak, she noticed Xia Liu was looking at her…