Chapter 187: Mysterious Organization

The person who robbed and burned his underground casino turned out to be the little security guard from the Continent—the very same one he had threatened over the phone! To be honest, Ye Yuanhang was stunned.

He was just a lowly security guard from the Continent, a nobody who had no place in polite society. He didn’t even have the qualifications to stand in front of Ye Yuanhang!

But just because of a single threat, this guy had actually come all the way to Migu Country, straight to San Francisco. Without a word of warning, he had burned down the casino and made off with over three million US Dollars! Even more outrageous, he had his subordinate pass on a message demanding that the Ye Family cancel the engagement between Ye Ziqiu and Li Ziheng. And the time limit was three days! Within those three days, he would burn down another one of Ye Yuanhang’s properties every two hours until the cancellation was announced. And if the engagement wasn’t canceled after three days, the game would escalate?

Honestly, Ye Yuanhang was absolutely flabbergasted. Were people from the Continent really this ignorant? Had they been completely isolated from the rest of the world? Did this guy have a death wish? Did he not know his place? This little security guard was way too arrogant and conceited.

This was the funniest joke he had ever heard in his entire life. He was Ye Yuanhang of the Chinese Ye Family, the chairman of Rebirth International, the top boss of the Chinese Association, and one of the shot-callers in the San Francisco Underworld. Locally, even the mayor of San Francisco had to show him respect. But now, he was actually being threatened by a mere security guard from the Continent. The guy was practically slapping him in the face.

He ended the call with Ke, unable to snap out of his daze for a moment. It wasn’t out of fear; he was simply left speechless. An ignorant little security guard from the Continent. But what was his name again? Ye Yuanhang seemed to have forgotten. Well, the guy was certainly a capable fighter, retreating unscathed after taking on thirty men with just three. As expected, the motherland was still full of hidden talents.

RING RING RING.

Right then, his assistant’s phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, the assistant’s expression changed. "It’s Chief Jes." Jes was the white police chief of the Chinatown district.

Ye Yuanhang quickly took the phone and greeted him in English. On the other end, Jes seemed somewhat hysterical, yelling several times, but Ye Yuanhang just responded with a smile. Clearly, they had an excellent relationship. People often talked about protective umbrellas and corruption back home, but it was even worse abroad. The FBI agents overseas openly colluded with members of the Black Society. This could be seen in numerous movies from Migu Country, with the vast majority featuring such plotlines. One shouldn’t assume the movies were completely fabricated. Art imitated life, after all; if these things had never happened, it would be hard to invent them out of thin air. Thus, most police and gangster films from Migu Country reflected its truest side.

After ending the call with Jes, Ye Yuanhang ordered coldly, "Keep looking. Once you find him, leave no survivors. Kill them all!" This time, he issued a shoot-to-kill command.

His assistant was about to pass down the order when Ye Yuanhang suddenly stopped him. "Notify Thomas. Have him send his men."

"Understood." The assistant took a deep breath. Thomas wasn’t a member of their Chinese Association, but the leader of a small organization possessing strange abilities. Hiring them was incredibly expensive.

For example, the last time Ye Yuanhang hired Thomas, the other party demanded they fund a laboratory. When converted, the total cost came to nearly twenty million US Dollars. Twenty million could hire an entire army. However, the last incident had targeted a San Francisco councilman who needed to die in an "accident," so only Thomas and his group could pull it off. And the life of that councilman was worth far more than ten times twenty million.

Now, in order to resolve the matter swiftly and decisively, Ye Yuanhang was bringing Thomas directly into the fray. Furthermore, he was a smart man. For three people to take down thirty, their strength was definitely not simple. Perhaps the little security guard was one of those legendary Ancient Martial Cultivators from back home. So, to avoid wasting time, he was bringing out the big guns!

Thomas readily accepted the assistant’s commission. When the assistant brought up the topic of payment, Thomas claimed he didn’t want money. Instead, he had one small request: he and his girlfriend wanted to take a photo with Jackie Chan.

Hearing the assistant relay this, Ye Yuanhang was dumbfounded once again. What the hell was going through these foreigners’ minds? He turned down money just to get a picture with Jackie Chan? Was he out of his mind? Jackie Chan was the international stage name of the superstar. Thomas and his partner had to be sick in the head to only ask for a photo with him.

The assistant didn’t even bother asking if Ye Yuanhang agreed and simply accepted on the spot. It was child’s play; they just so happened to have Jackie Chan’s phone number. After a quick call, Jackie Chan would fly straight over to take a picture with Thomas and his partner.

"Okay, okay," Thomas said over the phone, as happy as a child. He asked for the specific details before hanging up.

"Boss, the brains of these foreigners just aren’t normal," the assistant said with a laugh.

"Yeah. With Thomas making a move, there shouldn’t be much of an issue." Ye Yuanhang relaxed. Thomas never let anyone down!