chapter 5 You have to sign even if you don’t want to sign

"Mr. Langford, stop pretending to be drunk. Come on, for the future prosperity of the Langford, I'll toast to you again." Aion picked up his glass once more.
Just then, Melanion picked up the glass in front of Tashiany and drank it all in one gulp, saying, "Mr. Waltheof, if you want to drink, I'll join you. Our CEO wasn't feeling well on the way here, and if he keeps drinking like this, I'm afraid he's going to have a problem."
"Who do you think you are? Worthy of drinking with me?" Aion's face turned dark instantly at this scene.
Hearing this, Melanion laughed and said, "You don't need to worry about what I am, but I know very well what kind of thing you, Mr. Webb, are."
"How dare you!"
At these words, Aion slammed his palm on the table, and in an instant, three black-clothed bodyguards surrounded Melanion from behind.
Tensions rose, and the atmosphere became oppressive.
"What's the matter? Are you angry because you're embarrassed?" Melanion was not afraid of the three bodyguards behind him at all and spoke out.
"It seems that the Langford doesn't want to cooperate with my Marriott. Today, I will teach you what rules are!"
With that, Aion made a gesture to his bodyguards, and immediately one of them reached out to put a hand on Melanion's shoulder, saying, "Kneel before Christ!"
"Just with these three fools you want to take me on?" Melanion scoffed coldly, and then with a flick of his soul control, the three black-clothed bodyguards started fighting each other.
"What are you three doing!"
Aion's eyes nearly popped out at this scene.
You should know that these fighters were carefully selected by him; each could fight three at once, and now they were fighting amongst themselves, which was utterly baffling to him.
"Mr. Waltheof, what's with your minions fighting each other? I think we should sign the contract first, shall we?" Melanion asked nonchalantly, not even glancing at the three men scuffling.
"I'll sign your mother!"
Cursing loudly, Aion was about to use the phone on the table to call for help.
Unfortunately, Melanion wouldn't give him that chance. The moment he reached for the phone, one of Aion's bodyguards picked up a wine bottle from the table and smashed it onto the back of his head.
With a head full of fine blood vessels, Aion collapsed to the ground as soon as the bottle cracked open his scalp, blood gushing unstoppably.
"Ah!"
The intense pain twisted Aion's face, and he let out a shrill scream that was chilling to the bone.
"Oh dear, Mr. Waltheof, what happened to you?" Melanion stepped forward as if caring for a mentally challenged child.
"Pain... pain... ah."
"Does it hurt? I couldn't tell. You've lost quite a bit of blood, I reckon Mr. Waltheof might go into shock and die soon." Melanion shook his head and sighed.
"Save... save me."
The richer one is, the more they fear death. Hearing Melanion say this, Aion, pale as a ghost, grabbed Melanion's arm with a desperate look.
"Let's sign the contract first, then I'll call an ambulance for you, how about that?" Melanion took out the contract and placed it in front of Aion.
"Sign, sign, sign... I'll sign, okay?"
Compared to his life, the contract was nothing, so Aion had no choice but to sign.
"Wait a minute." Just then, Melanion suddenly spoke, "I just looked at the contract, and there are many terms that are unfavorable to the Langford Group, so I need to revise it before signing. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"
"You're pushing it..." Aion's face twisted in anger, but the ensuing pain made it difficult for him even to speak clearly.
"If you have objections, then I can't help you." Melanion, hands in his pockets, looked like he was about to leave.
"Don't... you must save me." Aion grabbed Melanion's hand again.
"Hmm, I like smart people like you." With a slight smile, Melanion took out a pen and quickly made changes to the contract. About a minute later, he pushed the revised contract back in front of Aion.
Without even looking at what Melanion had changed, Aion signed his name, enduring the intense pain.
"Pleasure doing business."
Melanion packed up the contract and called an ambulance for Aion. After all, he didn't want to cause a death in broad daylight.
But as Melanion was about to leave with Tashiany, the door of the private room was kicked open, and five or six tall figures rushed in. The leader was Pilan, who had been beaten by Melanion that morning.
Unexpectedly, this guy had found his way here.
"What a pair of dogs, running to such a place to fool around in broad daylight, pah." Seeing Melanion, Pilan immediately cursed.
"Pilan, where's the beauty you talked about?" One of Pilan's companions asked in a very provocative tone.
"The one lying on the table is the person you want. As long as you help me cripple this kid, that woman is yours to do as you please," Pilan said with a cold laugh.
Since being beaten by Melanion in the morning, he immediately contacted his gang of friends, all for the purpose of revenge.
The people following them earlier were his men, but their car performance was too poor to keep up.
It took a great deal of effort for him to find this place, and today he was determined to make Melanion leave lying down, to settle his grudge.
Hearing this, Melanion's expression turned cold. He had already spared Pilan once in the morning, and now he dared to come after him.
Heaven has a road, yet you chose not to take it; hell has no gate, yet you come knocking.
However, Melanion had no intention of acting himself, as he had a way to deal with Pilan and his gang.
"Brothers, stop fighting, they are the real enemies." Melanion waved his hand, and instantly Aion's three bodyguards charged at Pilan and his group.
Although Pilan's group was larger in number, they were just ordinary street thugs, no match for Aion's well-trained bodyguards.
In just a moment, they were all fighting each other.
Taking advantage of their infighting, Melanion scooped up Tashiany in a princess carry and slipped out of the private room.
As they were about to leave the bar, Melanion released his soul control over the three bodyguards.
Controlling them for so long was a great burden on Melanion; he felt dizzy and almost stumbled down the stairs while carrying Tashiany.
What would happen in the private room afterward was no longer of concern to Melanion; he let them fight it out to their heart's content.
"It looks like I can only go home for now."
Looking at the drunken Tashiany, Melanion made up his mind.
The excessive use of soul control had left him barely able to stand; he needed to find a place to rest, or he really feared he would faint on the side of the road.