Not everyone can grab a piece of Hong Kong Island rice."
Ms. Teresa Teresa put down the South China Morning Post, which also contained detailed reports on the damage to Dragon Jump and pessimistic predictions from people in the comics industry.
She tilted her head slightly and looked at her husband, a playful smile on her elegant face as she took a sip of black tea.
"My dear," her voice was gentle, yet full of insightful amusement, "It seems that the ruler of Hong Kong Island is still surnamed Huo.
Mr. Kobayashi Tenwang was so prominent a while ago, like a fierce dragon crossing the river. So what happened? The Huo family hasn't put in any effort yet, right?
It seemed that just by moving his fingers casually, his famous "Dragon Jump" was already in jeopardy and became this pitiful state.
He couldn't even muster a decent counterattack, and was completely overwhelmed. What a waste of his good looks and talent."
She recalled the photo of Kobayashi Tianwangshi that she had seen in the previous intelligence. He was young, handsome, and had a sharp edge that was rare among Orientals. He was completely different from the calmness of the eldest son of the Huo family. What a pity.
The current situation is almost a one-sided crushing.
Sir Murray MacLehose did not answer immediately. He just picked up his teacup and looked deeply at the bright lights that were beginning to light up in Victoria Harbour. However, a very happy and understanding smile slowly spread across his face.
"Hahaha!"
He finally put down his teacup, and his deep and hearty laughter echoed on the terrace, "My dear, you are wrong about this!
And it’s totally wrong!”
Ms. Deng Liping's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in her beautiful blue eyes: "Wrong? What do you mean?"
"I mean..."
MacLehose's smile was filled with the cunning insight of a man who saw the world and a hint of the interest of a chess player observing a game. "From the news of the pirated copies of Dragon Jump to now when the printing factory was smashed to pieces, throughout this entire process, the Fok family—neither Mr. Fok nor the young and energetic eldest son, Fok Chun-ting—have ever lifted a finger!
Not at all! "
"What?
How is this possible?
Ms. Deng Liping was really surprised this time. She sat up straight and put down the exquisite bone china teacup. The playful smile on her face disappeared, replaced by disbelief.
"Isn't it the Huo family?
Who could that be?
Who can and who dares to deal with him in such a big way?
Could it be…”
Some ideas immediately flashed through her mind.
"Of course it is possible, and most certainly it is."
MacLehose's tone was full of confidence, with a certain familiarity with local customs and practices. "The whole thing, from beginning to end, was the work of those 'loser' guys in the local comics industry!
Those leading figures, like the fat-headed and big-eared Shangguan Xiaobao and the seemingly gentle Wong Yuk-lang, had most of their market share snatched away by the sudden release of "Dragon Jump", and even their capable subordinates were almost poached.
They have no food to eat and are going bankrupt!
When a dog is desperate, it will of course do whatever it wants and pounce on people and bite them like a mad dog.
Piracy ruins reputation, smashing machines to cut off roots - this despicable but extremely effective method is the most direct and cruel way they can think of.
The goal is to wipe out Kobayashi Tenno and his "Dragon Jump" completely.
The Huo family? At most, they had merely given Wong Yuk-lang a hint of dissatisfaction with Xiao Lin Tianwang, allowing them to borrow some illusory momentum.
The ones who actually took action were these local tyrants."
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