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Contact Person: You make a good point. This must be their malicious competition tactics! We are from Lightning Oil Company, and I think your Mickey Private Detective Agency has great potential to work for us.

They'd break their heads and still wouldn't guess that the private detective they hired has been switched out.

You have the nerve to talk about others engaging in malicious competition?

Mickey Private Detective: They won't be able to conclude the deal until tomorrow at the earliest, but after today there probably won't be a chance. You better deploy your next plan quickly!

Contact Person: If I hired you to make a move on him at the party, how much would it cost?

Mickey Private Detective: $100,000.

Contact Person: That's a bit steep. Our hired professional team only costs $50,000.

Mickey Private Detective: Fine, then we'll just handle the drugging and kidnapping, not the transportation. You'll have to come and take care of it.

Contact Person: Here's the contact information for the street gang team we hired; you can contact them. They have six people, specifically in charge of this operation!

Damn, they finally took the bait!

Mickey Private Detective: I'll contact them.

Allen Zhang looked at the satellite phone's chat box and tried to send a message to the team.

Mickey Private Detective: Hello, we are from the Mickey Private Detective Agency. We will start executing the plan around 4 PM and will need you to provide the location.

Shadow: We're currently resting at a motel in suburban Palm Town. We can leave at any time! Just send us the code 123 when it's time, and we'll come to support you.

Mickey Private Detective: Ok. Please provide a list of your personnel to prevent any accidents.

The other side sent their team's lineup without hesitation. A few thugs sat on the couch with their faces covered, pistols at their sides, and a couple of shotguns.

This is the setup for hired killers?

Suburban Palm Town Motel, right?

Allen Zhang searched and located the navigation information. Alright, alright, alright, just wait for me!

He immediately planned to have Zorro take them out.

"Relax, leave it to me, I'll handle them." With full confidence, Zorro geared up with a suppressor on his pistol, a submachine gun, a dagger, throwing explosives, and a bottle of Vodka, and got into the car.

"You better not make too much noise. Do I need to have Sieg bring a few people over to help you?" Allen Zhang asked with care but actually had a lot of confidence in him.

"You're underestimating me. Even if it were twice as many people, I could handle them with ease!" Zorro confidently chuckled, not taking the small riffraff seriously.

He immediately started his Jeep and sped off with a push on the accelerator.

"Ok, good luck then." Watching Zorro leave, Allen Zhang turned back to the small town bar. Soon, Old Karl came back, elatedly saying, "Tonight's on me!!"

"Save your treat for tomorrow. I already booked the place for tonight," Allen Zhang joked.

He then inquired how the other party's negotiation went, and it seemed that they had already reached a cooperative intention with Verma Oil Company.

"$95 million, I've never seen so much money in my life," Old Karl sighed. "I'm even worried about how to spend it!"

"Worried about spending money? Just partner with those Private Equity Foundation guys and invest in the stock market," Allen Zhang gave him a bad suggestion.

"I think you just want to see me go bankrupt..." Old Karl's mouth twitched.

But today was a day of joy, regardless. Old Karl popped open a bottle of champagne and joined the lively party. Even an 18-year-old local hottie showed up uninvited.

"Hey! Who ordered the chicken?" The delivery guy walked into the bar with a load of packages and shouted.

"Me!" Chief Arthur immediately responded.

The atmosphere in the bar was lively and bustling. The General Sect Leader and Old Karl were certainly the two most eye-catching people, but compared to the young and wealthy General Sect Leader with a good figure, Old Karl was of course a bit less flamboyant.

The General Sect Leader was harassed by several local hotties one after another and was a bit overwhelmed.

Unable to refuse their good intentions, Allen Zhang had to passively enjoy and let them take advantage, always keeping his bottom line and not being pulled into a private room.

After about two hours, Zorro sent a message to the General Sect Leader.

Allen Zhang opened it and saw.

Zorro: Done.

He also attached some pictures and a video of more than a minute.

The background was also in a wild grove, Zorro wielding a shovel, digging a few holes, with several people sealed in body bags beside him, dumped into the holes, and then buried and flattened with dirt.

Lit a cigarette, took a puff, looking incredibly cool. Then he rolled up his sleeves and continued burying.

Allen Zhang: You didn't get hurt, did you?

Zorro: These guys were too weak compared to the ones from Laredo; they must be too used to the good life. I disguised myself as a delivery guy and when I went to deliver, they didn't even ask who ordered the food and just wanted to mooch off my delivery. Then I just went in and dealt with all of them.

Allen Zhang:...

Zorro: From contact to finish, it was only about a minute. The rest of the time I was cleaning up and handling the scene. In the end, I directly bribed the motel owner with $2,000 to keep quiet. That old guy is no ordinary person; he is also worried that a death at the motel will affect his business. If he dares to speak out, I'll definitely know where his family lives.