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Allen Zhang sat in the chair, legs crossed, and said with a smile, "I'm very wealthy and generous to my subordinates. Anyone working with me can get a handsome compensation and rewards, including a bonus for the mission."

"Mr. Jin, we've already heard about you from Zorro. Someone as rich, well-connected, and powerful as you, unless there's a middleman, we basically never have the chance to work together," Lao Pao said. "But I've already retired, I don't want to do this kind of work anymore, and you've given us an additional bonus. This money is enough for me to lease a fishing boat and live in the harbor."

"Didn't you guys just open for business again? If there's a first time, there'll be a second. I don't like to start trouble on my own, and usually, you don't have other work, so you can live life as you please, even come work at my company. But if there's trouble, you'll need to take care of it for me, just like this time."

Allen Zhang smiled, "Only half a million US Dollars, with five of you, each only gets One Hundred Thousand Dollars. Is that enough?"

"Three million. Once we earn three million, we won't have to worry about food and drink anymore. That's an easy goal to achieve."

"I know an old ruffian who also thought about making three hundred thousand and calling it quits. But guess what? Now he's a millionaire," Allen Zhang said with a slight smile, revealing his sincerity.

After exchanging glances, they agreed on the spot, "Boss! We're willing to work for you."

"Great! You've made the wisest choice of your lives. I can guarantee that in the future, each of you will become millionaires. Cheers!!" Allen Zhang laughed heartily, raising his glass in celebration.

The assassination team also raised their glasses and officially joined the Beggar Gang's team.

The group was buoyed by high spirits, and Violet picked up her old trade, offering a dance for the General Sect Leader.

Holy shit, who said a stripper isn't appealing without taking off her clothes?

She's really sizzling hot.

That's a Latina for you.

"Boss, if you want to get to know me better, I can perform some other talents for you. Just the two of us," Violet said mischievously, moving close to the General Sect Leader.

The General Sect Leader, a veteran of countless encounters, nearly saw through her intentions at a glance and promptly corrected her thoughts and attitude, "I'm your boss, not your sugar daddy."

Thinking of climbing the ladder just after joining?

Merely a rookie.

Consider that you've found a shortcut!

"Another day," said Allen Zhang, waving his hand, dispelling Violet's thoughts, leaving her feeling quite disappointed.

After all, for such a young and generous boss, not trying to create some sort of connection would simply be a waste of her femininity.

It's not that the General Sect Leader was too picky to be interested in her; it was because Jennifer had sent him a message, informing him that her arms had already arrived at the US-Mexico border port, and officials from Tijuana had already been sent to receive them.

"You guys arrange your own affairs, I've got things to do." Allen Zhang immediately stood up, allowed Zorro and the others to continue enjoying themselves, and signaled to Sieg, before driving away from the villa area.

He sent a message to the Beggar Gang Disciples in the Qiliye Mountain, asking them to come pick him up in a small helicopter and make a sales visit on his behalf.

The distance from Los Angeles to Tijuana is only 220 kilometers, and Tijuana is located at the northwest end of Baja California, by the Te Karte River, close to the Pacific, merely 19 kilometers north of San Diego. Traveling by a small helicopter at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour, it takes less than an hour to get there.

Allen Zhang had already contacted the bidding department officials in Tijuana in advance to let them know that he would be flying in by helicopter to Mexico, and casually sent over a couple of photos of the small helicopter and the A10 Warthog.

They were, of course, very welcoming and had already prepared to meet him in the border town.

Sieg drove the Cullinan to a southside airport, parked the car by the roadside, and after waiting for about fifteen minutes, saw the Beggar Gang Disciples arriving in the helicopter.