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Chapter 1186: 165: You’re Not Even Willing to Call Me Leader_3

Author: You are not worthy of the surname Zhao.
updatedAt: 2025-11-01

Chapter 1186: Chapter 165: You’re Not Even Willing to Call Me Leader_3

No matter how well Wolf understood Cheng Daqi, he never expected that Cheng could choose a lose-lose strategy to ensure he wouldn’t win.

This is just too beastly!

Is he even human?

“Wolf, come on, swim a couple of laps. Magnus has installed a great temperature control system for this pool.”

Cheng Daqi invited Wolf to swim, but Wolf merely twitched the corner of his mouth, choosing to sit on the old actor’s recliner.

Strangely enough, there were two recliners by the pool, but everyone tacitly chose to sit on this one.

“Chan, this is betrayal!”

Mr. Dracula looked coldly at Cheng Daqi, who was still frolicking in the water.

“Betrayal of what? Swimming secretly without inviting you?”

Cheng Daqi responded mockingly.

“How did you and Nanxi reconcile so quickly? Didn’t we agree to stay tough till the end?”

At this moment, Wolf resembled a jilted lover, his eyes filled with emotion, devoid of any logic.

Cheng Daqi’s move was ruthless. On the eve of Wolf’s victory, he brought the entire faction to make peace with Nanxi. No matter how Wolf won, under such a vast current, he could only ‘announce victory’ powerlessly.

“Look, we avoided a meaningless dispute with the California Clique and returned to a win-win state. Isn’t that a good thing?”

Is Cheng Daqi’s statement reasonable? It is!

But many matters defy reason!

The power struggle between Wolf and Cheng Daqi, due to Cheng’s surrender, has become meaningless.

What if he wins?

Lead the charge for Cheng Daqi?

The most frustrating point for Wolf is this: he could easily take Cheng Daqi’s position, continue battling the California Clique with the California Elephant Party, but he doesn’t want to be Cheng’s vanguard.

Now Cheng Daqi has landed, pulling Wolf along with him, but Wolf can do little.

It’s precisely because he sees things clearly that Wolf remains indifferent to Black Satan.

No matter how powerful Black Satan is, it doesn’t affect the California Elephant Party!

Opinions of the enemy aren’t important!

“At least you could have told me, Chan, could it really be that hard to give me a heads-up?”

Mr. Dracula’s remark was pure impotent rage.

The problem is there, solving it is hard, and Wolf is unwilling to solve it. All he can do is express his dissatisfaction to Cheng Daqi.

Cheng Daqi emerged from the pool, took the towel handed over by an aide, dried himself, and then lay down beside Wolf.

“I’ll treat you to hot pot tonight, Hua Country hot pot, don’t be mad.”

Wolf’s face was full of humiliation.

“What do you take me for, Chan?”

Trying to pacify a child, are you?

You take me for a child?

The clouds were thick tonight, the stars in the night sky seemed particularly dim, and Cheng Daqi looked at the pitch-black sky, calmly asking back.

“What do you take me for, Wolf?”

You’re not even willing to call me leader.

“It was I who helped you take the helm of the Dracula Family.

It was I who brought you into the core circle of the Elephant Party Establishment at a low cost.

It was I who lifted you to become the Big Committee Chairman of the California Elephant Party.

It was I who found you a wife who could accelerate your dreams.

Wolf, don’t be too greedy!”

Wolf was rendered speechless by Cheng Daqi’s words, too angry to speak.

He knew all too well what game Cheng Daqi was playing. He could counter every point Cheng raised.

But being able doesn’t mean it’s feasible; Cheng Daqi was asserting dominance, yet Wolf didn’t want to completely break ties.

Temir, who had returned from her room with a bottle of red wine, walked over. Seeing Wolf without a machine gun, she didn’t mind what the two were arguing about.

“Alright, gentlemen, this is a Bordeaux 97 I snatched from Achilles’ wine cellar.”

Wolf didn’t move, and neither did Cheng Daqi.

In the face of immense profit and power struggles, any form of mediation lost its effect.

Forget Mi’er smoothing things over, even if Nanxi kneeled and kowtowed to Wolf, he would never easily forgive Cheng Daqi and Nanxi, this despicable couple!

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