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"What do you want? We can help you with something, something worth billions," Donald asked.
"Uh," Yan Qingsong was at a loss for words. He initially intended to collaborate with the Hidden Order to bind Hongmen and the Hidden Order together, using the latter to intimidate Jiang Chen. However, now, offering a hundred billion to the Hidden Order for assistance against Jiang Chen didn’t seem worthwhile.
"How about we go back and think it over?" Li Yunye suggested when he saw Yan Qingsong struggling to respond.
"Alright, but your time to consider is limited. If you take too long, even if you have money, you won't be able to buy more time," Donald said without pressing further, knowing that anyone would find it hard to refuse a hundred billion dollars for a hundred years of life.
"Three days. If I come looking for you in three days, it means Hongmen has agreed. If I don't show up, it means we've given up," Yan Qingsong said after some thought, feeling slightly embarrassed.
"Then we'll end it here today; we won't see you off," Donald replied with a faint smile.
After Yan Qingsong and the others left, another elder from the Hidden Order asked Donald, "Do you think Hongmen would be willing to part with a hundred billion dollars?"
"Even if they aren't willing now, they will be in the future. Five hundred billion is just the starting capital; we will need much more later on. When people truly face death, they realize that money is just an external possession. Forget about a hundred million dollars for a year of life; even a hundred billion dollars for a year of life might seem reasonable to them," Donald chuckled.
"Haha, I hope our ultimate weapon is developed soon so we won't have to scramble for money every day."
"It will be soon."
...
On their way back, Li Yunye said to Yan Qingsong, "Brother Qingsong, do you think this hundred billion dollars for a hundred years of life is credible?"
"I don't know. Even if it's true, it has nothing to do with us. Hongmen can't possibly come up with a hundred billion dollars right now. And even if we could, that money can't be used for personal gain," Yan Qingsong replied seriously.
"You're right. The Hidden Order is shrouded in mystery. I think it's best not to trust this matter too readily. If they really developed a drug that could extend life by a hundred years, they probably wouldn't lack several billion dollars," Li Yunye said.
"That's true. Sigh, this trip feels like it was in vain; we still don't understand much about the Hidden Order," Yan Qingsong lamented.
"I actually think it wasn't a wasted trip," Li Yunye smiled.
Yan Qingsong shook his head slightly without arguing; his purpose in meeting the Hidden Order was different from Li Yunye's, so their feelings about it were naturally different.
"Brother Qingsong, it's best to repay Mr. Jiang honestly," Li Yunye advised earnestly after pondering for a moment.
"It seems that's the only option left," Yan Qingsong sighed helplessly; he felt they couldn't rely on the Hidden Order at all.
"Uncle Li, Dad, even if we can't rely on the Hidden Order, there are still options. Mr. Jiang has offended the U.S. Military; he might not even leave the United States alive this time. If he dies at their hands, then we won't need to repay that money," Yan Nanxiang still clung to a glimmer of hope.
"I hope so too," Yan Qingsong said without much optimism about it.
Li Yunye could only shake his head. He firmly believed that the U.S. Military would not be able to deal with Mr. Jiang.
After returning, Li Yunye went directly to find Jiang Chen, sharing the details of his earlier conversation with the representatives of the Hidden Order. As expected, Jiang Chen did not take the Hidden Order seriously and had no plans to confront them.
Calculating the time, Jiang Chen realized he had been in the United States for a week. He had taken care of what needed to be done and was ready to head back. However, before leaving, there was still one matter he needed to address.
That night, around nine o'clock, in the headquarters building of the U.S. military district, a group of U.S. Military High Command officials were in a meeting.
"Those Huaxia people possess unpredictable abilities that ordinary methods cannot handle. Even if we send an ability team, we probably won't stand a chance," one officer stated.
"Indeed, the strength of those Huaxia people is comparable to that of superheroes," another added.
"Even if he is a superhero, he must pay for his actions. I refuse to believe that our esteemed U.S. Military cannot deal with a single Huaxia person," another officer asserted.
The group of U.S. Military High Command was engaged in heated discussions but had yet to come up with a practical solution.
Suddenly, the door to the conference room was pushed open. Two Huaxia individuals walked in—it was none other than Jiang Chen and Qin Xiaoya.
"What are you doing here?" The U.S. Military High Command officials were initially taken aback but quickly reacted, standing up and drawing their guns, questioning them with a hint of fear.
This was the U.S. Military headquarters, and Jiang Chen and Qin Xiaoya had entered so boldly that it seemed they were there for murder.
"My Young Master just came to talk," Qin Xiaoya said with a faint smile.
"Talk? What is there to discuss? You barged in here; if we shot you on sight, it would be justified," an angry United States General retorted.
"General, I believe you have some understanding of us by now. Do you really think a few handguns can deal with us? It would be better for everyone to put down their guns and discuss this calmly," Qin Xiaoya maintained her serene smile.
Seeing Jiang Chen and Qin Xiaoya like this made the U.S. Military High Command officials terrified deep down, yet they could not afford to lose face.
"Are you threatening us?" the Secretary of Defense asked coldly.
"Consider it that way," Qin Xiaoya did not deny it.
"You are quite direct. But you killed two of our United States generals and now expect us to remain calm? Do you think that's possible?" The Secretary of Defense's gaze was sharp as an eagle's, filled with murderous intent.
"That is no longer up to you," Qin Xiaoya replied with a faint smile.
Her words were arrogant, showing no regard for the U.S. Military; however, at that moment, these U.S. Military High Command officials truly dared not escalate the situation further.
"What do you want to discuss?" The Secretary of Defense took a deep breath and asked in a low voice.
"It's simple, just don't cause trouble for My Young Master. It's for your own good," Qin Xiaoya said.
"What about the deaths of Generals Wilson and Brelly?" the Secretary of Defense suppressed his anger.
"Two ungrateful fools, dead is dead. Do you want to follow in their footsteps? If you do, I can send you to meet them right now," Qin Xiaoya replied casually.
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