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"Put it on!" Zheng Yifan found a dress from her Storage Space that she had originally prepared for Han Rui. Their figures were somewhat similar, though Jessica's was slightly more slender. Nevertheless, Zheng Yifan chose to give the dress to Jessica.
This dress was designed by famous designers in the Apocalyptic World and was one of Zheng Yifan's spoils from the end times.
Such a dress could buy a house of about one hundred square meters in any city within the Apocalyptic World, even in Demon City.
Now, Zheng Yifan was gifting this dress to Jessica. The style of the dress, adorned with exquisite diamonds and crafted with techniques not yet seen in the real world, deeply attracted her.
The pole dancers felt awkward; they dared not leave. Who knew if they would be killed by these crazies if they stepped outside? Staying put also promised no good outcome, as they had already witnessed a killing. The practice of eliminating threats was not just a custom in China; it was even more ruthless in Las Vegas!
These girls were on the verge of tears.
"Jessica, once you finish passing out the dresses, have them sign a confidentiality agreement. You can draft the terms; just ensure that if they leak any secrets, they'll pay a price they can't bear!" Zheng Yifan surprisingly showed some mercy.
After all, these were just ordinary pole dancers. Moreover, their recent performance had indeed made Zheng Yifan feel that passion, amplifying the atmosphere when Jessica entered.
While it couldn't be said that she was ungrateful, Zheng Yifan couldn't just turn her back on them!
Jessica followed Zheng Yifan's instructions. She scribbled a few lines on a piece of paper and had everyone sign their names. This was merely to reassure them and keep the secret safe. The document contained no conditions; it simply stated that if anyone leaked information under any circumstances, death would be their only fate.
There were no second options.
The pole dancers hurriedly signed their names on the confidentiality agreement and fled in panic, not even bothering to change their clothes.
If Zheng Yifan and her group died, there would be no concern about leaks anymore. But if they survived, it meant this secret had to be kept for life. Anyone who dared to challenge Doug Casino wouldn't risk revealing such a secret; otherwise, death would truly be their only option.
Minutes passed with the bathroom faucet running at full blast. Zheng Yifan didn't know what Bag would do or care to find out; she only wanted results.
"Cough cough!" After several hoarse coughs, Jack Tang stumbled out of the bathroom and knelt before Mario, weeping uncontrollably.
"Bosses! Bosses! It's not that I don't want to pay back the money, I really don't have it! If you're going to kill me, just do it! Please don't involve my family! They're all poor, just ordinary people struggling to make a living in America," Jack Tang cried, his tears flowing uncontrollably, unable to see who was in front of him.
In his impression, anyone who was Black was not to be trifled with. Especially the Fellow in front of him, who clearly had a gun and exuded an intimidating aura that filled him with fear.
To make matters worse, this shameless Fellow started rummaging through the table for drinks. A Mercenary was 90% likely to be a drunkard, and that was beyond doubt. It was their most effective way to relieve their tension.
The table was filled with fine liquor; even Jessica's best bottle had already been wasted. Now, only the bar's good liquor remained. The most expensive one was only worth a few thousand dollars, but Mario drank it without hesitation.
Meanwhile, Jack Tang was in a pitiful state, constantly bowing and apologizing as if he were a kneeling insect.
"Get up! Don't embarrass yourself here; this is my friend. Those debt collectors have already been chased away!" Zheng Yifan pulled Jack Tang up.
These compatriots abroad were being exploited too harshly and bullied to the point where they could no longer stand tall.
"Zheng! It's really you! I didn't expect you to have two... such fierce friends!" He looked at Zheng Yifan with newfound respect. Looking around the private room left him even more astonished; this was the best room in the bar, and just one night's expenses would be enough for him to work hard for an entire month. Not to mention the leftover bottles of liquor he had seen while working in high-end restaurants.
Of course, his job had only been as a general laborer, and he had to use a Japanese name just to find this work.
"Alright, whatever happens, just talk to me. I'm just an ordinary person. Since we know each other now, we're friends after all; we came from the same land to this side of Dollars!" Zheng Yifan comforted Jack Tang. Bag also emerged from the restroom, tidying up his clothes while cautiously holding two handguns.
After all, Zheng Yifan was their Boss; if any safety issues arose, it would be a shocking problem for the world.
They knew very well about the strength of their Security Company; it was genuinely powerful. The number of Mercenaries had approached ten thousand within a year, and they had reached agreements with certain countries to establish a Weapon Factory in Somalia, relinquishing a significant amount of land.
They were not afraid of those non-governmental armed groups! With their powerful Thermal Power and heavy weaponry, they could easily take them down.
Moreover, they possessed many secret weapons. Those weapons were all good things that Zheng Yifan had brought back from the Apocalyptic World—technologies that Superpowers could not fully utilize.
It was the formidable Apocalyptic Technology, capable of intercepting any missile attack and eliminating all tanks and aircraft within its airspace and territory.
If they wanted to launch an offensive at sea, it was even more impossible. The unmanned underwater attack submarines, only two meters in size, possessed enough firepower to take down a Ford-Class Aircraft Carrier.
Currently, they were the vanguard, with over a hundred more slowly converging. The new equipment allowed them to transport the superweapons hidden by their company.
They were all legally armed, carrying permits for their firearms. As for the illegal weapons, they had to wait for the stealth transport aircraft to arrive.
This was something they had never even dreamed of before. Only core mercenaries like them had access to such resources.
Of course, those who served directly under Zheng Yifan were all core mercenaries. They possessed the highest level of professionalism and loyalty.
Just like Mario and Bag. They had once been wanted by police forces worldwide because they had executed a mission for the American police. During that mission, the two were betrayed by their own country and barely survived, only to await their final judgment.
The Hope Group appeared, offering to exchange them for the project involving the Solar Photovoltaic Power Station.
Compared to the services of the world's strongest Clean Energy Company, they had no choice but to agree to cooperate.
Without cooperation, there would be no access to the world's finest electricity; voters would have to rely on high-priced, highly polluting electricity. In a country like America, this was completely unacceptable.
Having Clean Energy but not using it would raise national prices, which meant citizens' rights were being infringed upon.
They had no idea about the connection between these two ordinary mercenaries and the photovoltaic power station; they only knew they needed cheap Cleaning energy to lower their living costs.
The elite group of over three hundred mercenaries was exchanged from various countries through a series of benefit exchanges orchestrated by the Hope Group. They possessed various professional skills and were incredibly formidable.
After several months of training with new weapons, if evaluated based on Earth's combat capabilities, those Special Forces would pale in comparison; they belonged to the level of future warriors—super soldiers.
Now, two loyal super soldiers were sipping their boss's red wine and munching on the snacks laid out on the table.
Zheng Yifan and Jack Tang had grown much closer. Regardless of their status as mercenaries, their relationship with Zheng Yifan had also deepened. According to Zheng Yifan, they were still mercenaries, but instead of protecting him, they had come here for a vacation after completing their mission.
Although Jack didn't quite believe Zheng Yifan's words, he still accepted them under Zheng Yifan's earnest persuasion.
Zheng Yifan had learned his domestic name, Tang Long. It was a good name. However, in America, using that name would clearly put him at a disadvantage; people would immediately categorize him based on their own perceptions and treat him as cheap labor.
"Our country is still weak, and it's normal to be looked down upon by others. But don't be discouraged. One day, our surnames from Huaxia will stand tall in the world, no longer seen as imitation or weakness. We will no longer be synonymous with being bullied. Whoever offends our strong Han people will face consequences, no matter how far away they are! Someone will make this happen one day," Zheng Yifan said as he threw an arm around Tang Long's shoulders.
Confidence! Absolute confidence. He had never imagined that someone could possess such faith to achieve something so daunting that it could invite ridicule from the entire world.
How ridiculous it was for an ordinary person to aspire to uphold the backbone of a nation.
Zheng Yifan was a man of action; future generations would write this chapter of history. Tang Long, being the first to hear those words, might even find himself recorded in the annals of history because of them.
Yet he remained unaware of all this. He was simply enjoying a rare meal—was it lunch? Dinner? A midnight snack?
He didn't even know what it was; he just knew he was starving. When one is desperate enough to consider death, nothing else matters. The hunger didn't even register; after drinking the wine, he felt ready to contemplate life.
He also found the courage to think deeply. Who knew that a single drink could leave him utterly intoxicated? Having never drunk before, he had never realized how powerful alcohol could be. (To be continued...)
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