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After all, as a young billionaire with a vast fortune, what woman could resist the charm of the General Sect Leader now?

"I'm sorry, I might have some private matters to handle next and it wouldn't be convenient to attend the party." As soon as Allen Zhang saw her demeanor, he knew this party was no small affair and politely declined her invitation. Indeed, he was tied up with other things.

"Alright then. Here's my business card. If you have time or need anything, feel free to call me." The female assistant was somewhat disappointed but still handed her business card to the General Sect Leader.

After a brief exchange, she turned to leave, needing to negotiate sizable water and power supply as well as partnership projects with an oil refinery.

Merlin Oil executive Davis also left her business card with the General Sect Leader, which included her private number and even her home address in Los Angeles's Southern New Port Villa area.

Watching her walk away in high heels with a distinctive swaying gait, the General Sect Leader had no idea what her intentions might be.

After seeing off the guests, Allen Zhang distributed tens of thousands of US dollars as dividend rewards to the Beggar Gang Disciples present, and even Police Chief Arthur received a red envelope bonus.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "Mr. Jin, who would have thought that in just a few days our little town would gain two new billionaires. Now that the other ranchers have heard about this, they're all planning to drill for oil on their own lands too."

"That might not be such a bad thing. If Green Field Town becomes prosperous as a result, all sorts of assets and investments will come flooding in. The town will thrive and your police station will definitely receive more attention," Allen Zhang said with a smile.

However, the chances of that happening were one in a million.

Old Karl was truly lucky, while the General Sect Leader was simply cheating.

Green Field Manor had not yielded any oil or underground resources in decades under its former rancher, who focused on cattle breeding until bankruptcy. Was it because he didn't want to? He simply didn't know where the oil was.

With 400 hectares of land, a well takes up a dozen meters, and several hundred meters underground, but drilling a well can cost tens of thousands of dollars. The development costs were too steep.

One mistake while drilling and you could lose tens of thousands of dollars—like water under the bridge. With only hundreds of dollars profit per cow, it was like blindly counting on luck to strike oil. It was a gamble no one dared take.

The General Sect Leader had now become a billionaire and every core member of the Beggar Gang Disciples received a reward and a red packet; the Estate Ranch was set for celebration.

They booked a local bar; today's expenditures for the Beggar Gang Disciples would all be covered by the General Sect Leader himself! They opened several bottles of champagne and started celebrating.

"Boss, you're so cool!!"

"Boss, I have a distant cousin, 18 years old—legal marriage age. Do you want me to bring her over for you to meet? No other intentions, it's just that she admires you a lot!"

The Beggar Gang Disciples flattered away, and the General Sect Leader enjoyed it. But he hadn't forgotten there was still important work to be done. After drinking a couple of glasses of champagne and telling them to enjoy themselves, he turned to find Zorro to inquire how things were going.

"They didn't doubt the information I provided at all. I even claimed I had infiltrated the Estate Ranch and was digging holes to coordinate efforts, and he didn't suspect a thing," Zorro could hardly keep it together.

Allen Zhang checked the chat situation. The photos always had him in them, taken very precisely, sneaky, like someone just lurking unnoticed in the crowd.

Mickey Private Investigator: I helped them on the road by flagging down a tow truck to transport the Jeep to the rural Estate Ranch. He was very warm and invited me to stay, even giving us two cans of Red Bull.

The selfie showed a can of Red Bull in hand.

There was also a photo of the General Sect Leader with one hand on his hip, gesturing at a nodding donkey in the background as he delivered a speech. It could only be described as awe-inspiring!

Contact: Good job! Didn't expect you to be so professional! He didn't doubt you at all!

Mickey Private Investigator: They really weren't on guard, because we said we were local media journalists, and by chance, we could also interview them. He was very willing to accept our interview. I even blended into the oil team, helped dig holes, and load oil into metal barrels. Boy, the oil flow is huge!!

The photo showed a nodding donkey pumping out oil; with a twist of the valve, the brownish crude oil sprayed from the pipeline and filled the barrel.

Mickey Private Investigator: To be honest, he even invited me to a party this afternoon. Pity we only record life, not responsible for kidnapping him; otherwise, it would've been easy to execute.

Contact: !!!

The contact was probably seeing for the first time someone infiltrate a team by sneaking in and brazenly taking photos, completely bamboozled.

The contact remained silent for a long time, probably consulting with their team.

Soon, another message came through: Our company's informant says oil from Green Field Manor Ranch has been sold? Contracts with three other oil companies have been signed? What's going on? Wasn't he still in the preparation process? How come agreements were suddenly made?

Mickey Private Investigator: Your information is wrong! Those three oil fields haven't been sold at all. It's just those three oil companies that have reached a cooperation intention with the estate owner. It's to deter other oil companies; they haven't even signed the contracts. I was standing right there, how could I not know if they signed or not? So, which oil company do you belong to?