Chapter 17: The Great White Shark of Wall Street (5)

  It seems Jerry should give some credit to Robert, who is apparently much more agile than he was a year ago, although in terms of physique, he still can't compare to Karl Malone in his prime.

  The battle between the two men finally came to an end, with both sides' faces covered in bruises. One leaned against the office desk, spitting out bloody saliva, while the other slumped to one side, staring with panda eyes, then pressed against the chair, struggling to get up again!

  "Come on, you son of a bitch! E-On! Aren't you known as the Great Shark? Is this all you've got?"

  Robert Soros, who was struggling to get up, rushed towards Carl Icahn again. Obviously, the experienced Carl Icahn had been waiting for this moment, he seized the opportunity and stretched out his foot to kick Robert's calf. Poor Robert stumbled and almost fell to the ground!

  Alright, even if I fall down, I'll make you a cushion, so Karl.Ikan, who was sitting on the ground, became Robert's meat cushion! But saying that is an understatement of Karl.Ikan's sinister intentions. Just as Robert fell down, this big shark quickly curled up his legs, leaving only two leg bones for Robert.

  So the two men let out a muffled grunt together, followed by painful moans!

  Robert's head butted Karl Ikkan's stomach, and Karl Ikkan's curved knee capsized Robert's abdomen!

  Still two losses!

  "Alright, gentlemen, I think you two have had enough!"

  Robert clutched his abdomen, glared with his panda eyes, twisted the bruised corner of his mouth, and puffed out cold air. "Get that son of a bitch to come over here, I've got plenty of energy to deal with him!"

  "Come on, you Soros-born bastard, come and kiss my ass! Come on!" Karl Ikan, lying on the side, spitting out acid and blood, glared with his eyes and roared with the veins on his neck bulging!

  Ginger, who had felt something was off outside the office for a while, finally mustered up the courage to push open the door. Then, she saw the chaotic office and her boss lying on the ground "bleeding profusely". "Mr. Ikan, how are you? Should we call the police?"

  "Get out! And take the cops with you? Ha! When did I, Carl Icahn, ever need cops to maintain my dignity? Get out! Now!"

  King Gir made Karl Ikan howl with fear for a moment, but he still walked out of the office!

  The door closed again!

  The scene has been quiet for a long time!

  Nobody made a sound, including Jerry who was standing on one side staring at Karl Ahkin.

  "Alright, devil, you win! Although I'm reluctant to admit it, but you're indeed very impressive! Whether it was last time or this time, you successfully provoked my anger and piqued my curiosity. All I can say is that you've done a great job! So, speak up, what do you want me to do? You, the devil, will personally come to find me?" Karl struggled to twist his body and then leaned against the office desk again, sitting back up with difficulty.

  No one has ever thought of using a fight to win Carl Icahn's cooperation, yes, no one, unfortunately, Carl Icahn just eats this set, if your fist is as hard as mine, then, well, I can listen to your opinion!

  Fortunately, Jerry knew that to tame this ferocious great white shark, what was needed wasn't a net but an even stronger scent of blood, which was his innate instinct!

  "Alright, Mr. Icchan, I have to explain something. If it weren't for your hot temper, if it weren't for the fact that you almost choked me to death last time, I wouldn't be doing this! The only way to get you to listen to me properly is like this, there's no other way! Of course, Robert was just an accident, to be honest, I didn't know he could fight so well. My original plan was to have my bodyguard Pedro come up and beat you up first, then we could sit down and talk about life and ideals slowly. But since Robert had this idea, I think it's a good opportunity after all. You two might still become colleagues in the future!" Jerry spread his hands out, looking helpless.

  "Jerry, are you kidding me? Working with this son of a bitch? If the job is at the boxing ring, I'd be more than happy to knock him out cold, but otherwise, forget it!" Robert continued to puff on his cigarette, clearly, Carl Ekkan's knee was quite hard, "This damn bastard!"

  Karl Ikan continued to spit out a mouthful of blood and water, his mouth corners were completely torn apart. "What, you still want to taste my knee? You little brat from the Soros family? Get on the boxing ring, I guarantee I'll beat you until you're picking up your teeth from the ground!"

  "Alright, that's enough! Gentlemen, if you want to keep fighting, I'd be happy to book another boxing ring and invite all the big shots on Wall Street to watch! Robert, do you remember what I told you a year ago when Mr. Ichinose left JR? If you don't learn to tolerate, you'll never become an excellent manager! I hope from today on, you can write that down in your notebook! As for Mr. Ichinose, his way of doing things may be controversial, but you have to admit, he's a great speculator! Capital doesn't care about right or wrong, only success or failure, I hope you understand that, Robert!"

  "Mr. Yikan, don't put on that smug face of yours! Not opposing something doesn't mean you agree with it! In order to accumulate wealth, you've caused many people to lose their jobs. Hey, don't give me that look, are the things I'm saying not true? You claim to be a defender of middle-class rights, but those you're supposed to protect have been laid off one after another. Do you think this is defending their rights? You've done plenty of 'hanging sheep heads and selling dog meat'!"

  "A great speculator, a guy who claims to be a defender of middle-class rights, is actually doing things like hanging sheep heads and selling dog meat. Calling you a big shark is an insult to the word 'big shark'! Alright, don't be so indignant! I think I didn't say anything wrong!"

  "The reason I came over today is mainly to ask, if there really is such an opportunity that can fully utilize your speculative instincts and at the same time make you a genuine defender of middle-class interests, would you want it or not?"

  When sharks smell blood, the answer is self-evident!