America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Allen Zhang granted her leave of absence, stood up, and drew back the curtains to let in some fresh air.

Before long, the screech of brakes was heard outside the bar, and a silver Jetta pulled up at the entrance, with a young man sitting in the driver's seat.

Guise changed into new clothes and got into the car. Neither knew what the other had said, the driver stepped on the gas, and they quickly left the street.

Allen Zhang watched them leave and continued to review the bar's earnings. After taking some time to recuperate in the bar, Mary also came in to work, hearing that the General Sect Leader was in the office. She went straight through the door.

As soon as she entered, Mary keenly sensed something was off and looked at the General Sect Leader meaningfully, "Boss, where's Guise?"

"She took leave. What do you need? You better not get any funny ideas," said Allen Zhang, warding Mary off as she approached. The General Sect Leader was really dry.

"I knew that guy always likes to sneak snacks," Mary complained but still respected the General Sect Leader's wishes, "Boss, once you're recovered, I'll come take my share!"

"..."

What do you all take the General Sect Leader for?

Finally, as evening approached and the bar was about to switch to night operations, the female servers changed into new revealing outfits, and Colson gave the General Sect Leader a call.

Allen Zhang answered the phone, and the person on the other end immediately said enthusiastically, "Hello, Mr. Jin, I believe that old George must have told you, right? I'm at the Los Angeles airstrip now, where are you? I can send someone to pick you up."

"I'll come over myself," Allen Zhang spoke a few more words with the other party and after getting the exact location, he hung up the phone and sent a message to Sieg.

He asked him to pick two disciples from the Beggar Gang and bring equipment over; he then went outside and got into a Rolls-Royce Cullinan.

Soon, he saw Sieg arriving with men.

"Boss," Sieg waved his hand.

"Go to the Michelin airstrip in the South," Allen Zhang shared the navigation details with Sieg, got out of the car to switch seats, and sat in the passenger seat.

"What are we doing there?" asked Sieg as he sat in the driver's seat and buckled his seatbelt.

"Somebody invited me to play a couple of rounds at a steamship casino in Las Vegas, willing to give me a US Dollar ten-million bonus," said Allen Zhang, "I've never been to Las Vegas. It's a good opportunity to take you guys along and see the world."

"There must be a catch to such a good thing!" Sieg immediately expressed his disbelief once he heard this.

The other two Beggar Gang disciples nodded as well, "Boss, making money isn't that easy. Casinos are places that devour people without spitting out the bones."

"Of course, I know. Don't talk nonsense. Just follow what I say when we get there," Allen Zhang instructed.

"ok," Sieg nodded in agreement and drove towards the Southern Los Angeles airstrip.

After passing through about a dozen red and green lights, they finally arrived at the airstrip, parked the vehicle in the parking area, and Allen Zhang went through security with his men and entered the airstrip. They saw a six-seat jet, larger, wider, and fatter than his own Cirrus Fathead Shark.

Bald middle-aged man Colson, upon seeing the General Sect Leader, waved his hand enthusiastically and came forward, "Mr. Jin, you've arrived."

"Nice plane," complimented Allen Zhang.

"This isn't mine, it belongs to a casino supervisor, an old friend of mine lent it to me," Colson chuckled, "With Mr. Jin's wealth, buying a plane like this would be no issue. Nothing to talk about. I've also prepared a surprise for you."

"What surprise?" Allen Zhang asked doubtfully. What else here could be pleasant besides being startled?

Colson clapped his hands and gestured towards the private plane, "Come on down and say hello to Mr. Jin."

Under Allen Zhang's gaze, two blondes in red dresses and black silk high heels walked down, waving their hands enthusiastically.

Sieg and the Beggar Gang disciples' eyes immediately lit up.

The General Sect Leader looked at Colson with speechlessness, "Is this your idea of a gift?"

"This is Natasha, Bethany. They are Hollywood actresses, have appeared in many excellent films. They're also the helpers we've hired for this occasion; they will help you win money," Colson introduced.

"Hello, Mr. Jin," Natasha and Bethany said warmly, almost knocking the General Sect Leader over with their enthusiasm.

Allen Zhang took a deep breath, politely declined their warmth, and followed Colson onto the private plane. Sieg and the Beggar Gang disciples also boarded.

"Do you know what movies they've been in?" the General Sect Leader inquired Sieg, with limited knowledge of Hollywood actresses and knowing only a few movie stars.

""Desire's Lover," "Bloody Flower," "Pain and Pleasure"..." Sieg rattled them off as if pouring beans out of a bag.

"By the names, it sounds... not very decent," said Allen Zhang with an odd expression on his face.

"Of course, those are adult movies that kids wouldn't understand—an R-rated movie taken off the shelf as soon as it's released. There aren't many copies available, which is why the actresses aren't very well-known," Sieg explained, "You could consider them adult film stars."

"ok," Allen Zhang nodded and then turned to chat with Colson, "Did you call me over just to chat and play cards with some Central African rich folks?"

Colson smiled and said, "This time, we invited you mainly as a figurehead. The casino has also arranged for a few clients. The only acquaintance I could think of was you, Mr. Jin! If we can get those Central African tycoons to lose all their money at the casino, we can buy out their properties at a bargain—earning at least a few tens of millions of US Dollars."