Maya Howards recognized Koda Miki. âMr. Miki, it really is you!â she muttered nonchalantly.
Koda grabbed his hand. His facial expression was horrendous, and he wouldnât take his eyes off Old
Whitey. âThis is a demon cat! This is a demon cat!â he uttered.
Why would it be so powerful otherwise?
âPeople like them should just be killed,â Waltz Fleur said.
Koda could understand English. Hence, after hearing what Waltz said, he started trembling. âNo, donât
kill rne. Donât kill us. We⦠We mean no harm,â he stammered.
A few minutes earlier, Koda was still fully confident. In fact, he was thinking about how to torture Maya
once he found her, even planning to rape her in front of all his subordinates. He wanted her to know the
price she had to pay for slapping a man. In fact, she had ought to know that men from the Miki family
were not to be messed with.
However, only three minutes had passed. The entire situation had turned around. Suddenly, Koda
discovered that he had jumped into a pit of fire.
All the pretty women in it were capable of killing.
Waltz sneered, âYou barged into our house in the middle of the night, with your face covered and
weapons in your hands. Yet you actually say you mean no harm? What are you here for? To put on a
show?â
âThis, this⦠Based on American law, as long as we havenât officially attacked you, that means weâve
not committed a crime,â Koda said.
Waltz nearly laughed out in anger. âA Japanese like you actually knows quite a lot about American law!
Thatâs right. According to our law, even if someone holds a knife to my neck, I canât fight back as long
as he doesnât actually hurt me⦠But so what? This law doesnât apply to you guys. Thatâs because
youâre not one of us. Youâre Japanese!â
Waltz slapped one of Kodaâs subordinates on the face.
Snap!
The manâs neck made a 360-degree spin. His life left him on the spot.
Kodaâs eyes nearly fell out of its sockets. This woman had killed a person without even batting an
eyelid. It was way too horrifying.
âDonât kill as you please, Waltz. Keep these people around. Iâll put them to good use,â Maya said.
âMaya, what use could you possibly make of a few Japanese?â Waltz asked.
Maya looked at Koda. âThis one is the director of Miki Consortiumâs international marketing department.
Heâs also the fourth son of Miki Consortiumâs president. With him in my hands, Iâll be able to do lots of
things,â Maya said.
âFor example..?â asked Waltz.
Maya chuckled. âFor example⦠I could get him to sell Miki Consortiumâs international pipeline to us for
ten million dollars.â
âTen million? Miki Consortium canât possibly be willing to do that, right?â Waltz asked.
Maya let out an icy chuckle. âI believe Mr. Miki will agree with our proposal!â
Koda appeared as if he was looking at a lunatic.
âMiki Consortiumâs international pipeline was created using at least a hundred billion dollars in capital,
yet you want to buy it with ten million dollars? You must be dreaming, right?â Koda thought
âMs. Howards, even if Iâm willing to sign such a contract, my father wouldnât agree to it. Heâd rather lose
me than sell the companyâs international pipeline for ten million dollars. Thatâs the core of our
business!â Koda retorted.
Maya laughed. âThis will depend on how capable you are,â she said while retrieving a bottle.
As soon as Alex Rockefeller saw the bottle, he knew it was the heart-scratching parasite of a hundred
days he had been keeping at home. It was Canyonlandâs parasitic poison!
Maya directly shoved one of the pills into Kodaâs mouth. âThereâs another pill in the bottle. As long as
you make your father eat it once you return to Japan, I believe he will agree to the contents in the
contract,â she said.
Koda seemed horrified.
Previously, he thought Maya looked like a lunatic. Now, he felt as if he was looking at a demon.
âHow could this woman be so evil?â
âSheâs even more evil than Miki Consortium!â
âWhat did you feed me?!â Koda asked frantically.
âYouâll find out very soon. The taste will surely be a memorable one!â Maya exclaimed.
In the next second, Koda felt a terrifying sensation. Something was crawling in his throat.