The next morning.

Chu Zihang had just finished ten kilometers on the treadmill and suddenly felt sore all over his body.

This concrete is too weak, and I can't bear it after only ten kilometers.

How good can a prodigal rich second generation, with a body drained by drinking and sex all the time, expect to be?

It seems that the training intensity needs to be increased. If you want to become the strongest military contractor, how can you convince the public without a strong body?

Moreover, we often travel to dangerous areas, so it’s impossible not to have the ability to protect ourselves!

Rather than putting your life in the hands of others, it is better to hold it in your own hands.

After all, in this world that adheres to the laws of the dark forest, even relatives may betray you for profit.

In the face of 100% profit, no one can resist the temptation.

The only way to protect yourself is to protect yourself!

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Chu Zihang was about to continue training on the next subject, when Victor walked in.

"Boss, the black market arms dealer Vito Don Corleone you met with last night has already arrived in the reception room on the first floor."

When Chu Zihang heard this, he raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was only half past seven in the morning, so this guy came quite early.

"You go and entertain them first, I'll come over after changing my clothes."

"Okay, boss."

Victor responded, turned and left.

Chu Zihang, on the other hand, hurriedly walked to the bathroom, took a shower and changed clothes.

This is my father, the financial sponsor, and I can count on him to complete the system tasks.

…

In the reception room.

There were two people sitting on the European-style sofa, one of whom was Vito Don Corleone, the black market arms dealer last night, and the other one was his bodyguard Michael.

A big black man, nearly two meters tall, with bulging bulges in his muscular black suit, as if he might fall apart in the next second.

Not easy to mess with at first glance!

Those fists are definitely harder than sandbags.

If he were to receive a punch, he would probably spiral straight into the sky.

Bodyguard Michael glanced at the door and saw that there was no movement. He said in an impatient tone: "Boss, we have been waiting for five or six minutes. The little dragon hasn't come down yet. Doesn't he take us seriously?"

"Why are you so anxious? Didn't I tell you that I was taking a shower and changing clothes after just exercising." Corleone crossed his legs, calmly took a sip of coffee and said, "Be patient."

"Okay, boss." Bodyguard Michael nodded obediently and said nothing more.

But he still glanced at the door of the reception room from time to time, obviously he was still a little impatient.

Corleone was already used to this scene, so he let him go.

However, his mind began to think about Chu Zihang and his Hualong Security Company.

Selling weapons this time is simply to pay off debts.

To say that Hualong Security is also very good, the key is that it is run by Chinese Americans, who are doing well and have a good reputation.

In Sam, a country with strong colorism, it is quite difficult.

A year ago, Hualong Security Company was at its peak, with a branch opening in the next state and city, with a strong tendency to surpass Blackwater Security Company, a long-established leading local security company in Tiago City.

Unfortunately, the investment failure of its leader, Chu Yang, coupled with the financial crisis, caused the capital chain of Hualong Security Company to break. A tall building that was about to rise from the ground fell apart in an instant.

In addition, he also owed hundreds of thousands in loan sharking to the Ku Klux Klan.

Under such a double blow, Chu Yang, the helmsman of Hualong, died of a sudden heart attack, leaving a mess to his son.

Everyone knows that the son of the Chu family is a prodigal and rich second generation who hangs out in entertainment venues all year round.

Although he was sent to California to attend college, he was still a helpless man.

Faced with the robbery of the rival Blackwater Security Company, he was helpless.

The foundation was almost knocked out of the corner by it!

Today's Hualong Security Company can be said to be just waiting for bankruptcy settlement by the end of the year.

But at this juncture.

The heir to the Chu family suddenly changed the company's name to something like an umbrella company.

Protective umbrella? Is this going to start over?

But Corleone is not very optimistic about it. The Chu family is besieged on all sides and faces too many enemies.

The first one to bear the brunt is the Ku Klux Klan, followed by the Blackwater Security Group.

I heard that two days ago, this guy offended Hugh Fletcher, the head of the Ku Klux Klan in Tiago City, and the two sides got into a tense situation.

This is completely seeking death!

Now that I think about selling weapons, I guess the inseparability has something to do with it.

So he decided to lower the price later to see if this kind of prodigal could cheat him.

Anyway, there won't be any intersection in the future. Maybe the two of them will no longer be in the same world after this time.

After all, offending the KKK is tantamount to seeking death!

He's not dead now, it's just a matter of time.

Thoughts are flying.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the living room, bringing Corleone out of his thoughts and back to reality.

Chu Zihang appeared at the door of the reception room wearing a decent navy blue Versace suit. At first glance, he gave people a very tough feeling.

It looks like an agent in a movie, such as 007.

Last night, due to the lighting problem in the black market, the appearance could not be clearly seen. This time Corleone saw Chu Zihang's true appearance, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Is this the prodigal rich second generation who drank and drank all his life? It doesn’t seem like it!

That half-smiling smile gives people an extremely powerful and confident feeling.

It seems that the rumors may not be true.

Corleone retracted his thoughts and immediately stood up to greet him with a smile on his face.

Naturally, the two sides used a set of superficial polite words.

"Mr. Chu, let's get down to business. Where are the weapons? Can you take me to see them now?" Corleone said proactively.

"The weapons are in the basement. Mr. Corleone, please come with me." Chu Zihang smiled and stretched out his hand in a polite gesture of invitation.

"Mr. Chu, you are too polite."

Corleone waved his hand, speaking politely on the surface, but actually it was very helpful.

It deeply explains what it means to say no with your mouth, but be quite honest with your body.

Chu Zihang took in all this, and a sneer appeared in his heart.

These foreign devils are such a hypocritical bunch!

If you hadn't been the financial backer of labor and capital, my dad would have been kicked out a long time ago.

Soon, Chu Zihang brought Corleone and his bodyguard Michael to the basement.

Following closely behind were Victor and others. As personal bodyguards, they naturally guarded Chu Zihang around the clock.

Corleone glanced at Victor and the others, a glint flashed in his eyes.

Having been involved in the arms industry for many years, he has seen countless mercenaries.

But he saw a different temperament in the bodyguards around Chu Zihang.

These people are definitely not ordinary mercenaries, they are definitely top-notch mercenaries.

It feels like...yes, like a Secret Service agent next to the president.

Those special service personnel are all the kings of soldiers, proficient in everything, and their strength is definitely not that of ordinary special forces, and can be compared with mercenaries.

Unexpectedly!

There are dragons and crouching tigers around Chu Zihang, and the Chu family might really be able to come back to life in the hands of this kid.

With just the six people around him, Heishui was free from abuse.

As for the Ku Klux Klan, there is nothing to worry about. They are just a bunch of gangsters.

Look back.

Corleone looked at the weapons rack located in the center of the basement. He was dazzled by the weapons on it.
To be continued...