Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Meanwhile, in New York, New Jersey.

The headquarters of the Damocles Corporation is actually an estate.

The manor was decorated very luxuriously. Although it was quite old, it was clear that the manor owner's ancestors must have been extraordinary.

At this moment, in the hall filled with the atmosphere of a bygone era, a fat man is going crazy.

He was wielding an ancient Roman short sword wildly.

However, this guy carefully avoided his expensive antique furniture and that ridiculously silly oil painting.

"Screw your investment. Screw your sure-fire profit. Now you're going to lose everything, damn it!" The manor's owner, Brut, shouted and cursed as he brandished his short sword.

At this moment, an elderly woman with gray hair walked over and said, "Mr. Brut, your manager just came by and wants to see you."

Pluto put down his Roman dagger and then roared, "Get that idiot in here right now!"

"Understood, Mr. Brut." The old lady took small, quick steps and went out.

A moment later, a man in a suit walked in. Just by looking at him, you could tell he was a high-class employee.

Faced with the furious Brut, the worker broke out in a cold sweat: "Mr. Brut, the matter has been taken care of."

"How much did you lose? I'm asking you how much you lost, you son of a bitch!" Brut strode over, grabbed the manager by the collar, and said menacingly.

"We lost a total of 300 million." The manager didn't even dare to look Brut in the eye.

Upon hearing this number, Brutter was immediately horrified. He released his manager's collar and plopped down on the sofa, exclaiming, "Mazefak! I should never have bothered with finance!"

The manager suddenly said, "Mr. Brut, if you really don't want to continue running this investment company, you can actually sell it for some money."

Upon hearing the manager's words, Brut immediately became excited: "It can be sold for money? Really? How much can it be sold for?"

The manager thought for a moment and said, "If it were to be fully acquired, it could probably be sold for 100 million."

“One hundred million? Then go find them and discuss the details of the acquisition,” Brut said without hesitation.

For him now, being able to recover 100 million is already a pretty good thing.

As for those damn businesses, Brut had no desire to continue them any longer.

He should just follow in the footsteps of his ancestors and run his assassin business well.

Hearing Brut's words, the manager breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, boss, I'll contact them right now. However, there's one thing: they don't like companies burdened with debt. Our company still has 29 million in debt, that's a problem."

Brut recalled that he seemed to have borrowed about 29 million from the company's accounts.

However, Brut said calmly, "Don't worry about that. I'll figure out how to handle this debt. Go and get to work."

The manager nodded and then quickly left the manor.

After the manager left, Brut muttered to himself unhappily, "If you weren't still somewhat useful, I would have killed you long ago."

Just then, the old lady returned and said to Brut, "Sir, are you finished talking? Would you like me to make you a pot of tea?"

Brut waved his hand and said, "Hilde and the others have set off?"

The old lady nodded and said, "Your girlfriend has already set off. They saw that damned swindler hiding in Haojiang."

"That's good." Brut said unhappily, "Since we can't get rid of that damned Cao Weicai, let's go after that liar."

At this moment, in Haojiang.

Frank checked into the Portuguese hotel.

Because Chen Jiajun had given prior notice, Yaqi met with Frank.

"You can rest here for a while. The boss has already spoken to me, and we'll cover all the expenses," Archie said to Frank with a smile.

Frank whistled and said, "That was awesome."

Yachi waved his hand, and a young demon slave came over: "Iron Fang will be by your side these days to protect your safety."

Frank paused for a moment, then said to Archie, "Isn't that a bit unnecessary? Isn't this the boss's territory?"

Yachi nodded and said, "That's right, but it's still better to be careful."

Frank shrugged and said, "Okay. I'm the kind of person who listens to advice the most."

Yachi had his own things to do, so he left after meeting with Frank.

He only kept his honest-looking iron teeth.

Frank said to Iron Teeth, "Hey buddy, do you know any fun places to go in Macau?"

Iron Teeth scratched his head and led Frank to a food stall.

Frank's lips twitched slightly: "This is the fun place you were talking about?"

Iron Teeth nodded: "Yes."

"What are your hobbies?" Looking at Iron Teeth's honest face, Frank had a bad feeling.

Iron Teeth thought for a moment and said, "Eating, and fighting."

"I knew it, God!" Frank covered his face and said speechlessly.

Frank was quite satisfied with his meal at the street food stall.

I never expected someone who's such a glutton to have such good taste. Chinese cuisine is just so delicious.

After finishing his meal, Frank decided to go to a bar to relax.

He didn't like the empty space on the hotel bed; he needed someone to keep him company.

With his looks, he could easily pick up a girl at a bar.

Iron Teeth didn't care; he could just eat whatever he wanted today and could go wherever Frank wanted without any problem.

After entering the bar, several groups of people approached Frank because of his appearance.

It's easy with girls; just leave your contact information.

But then another man came up, and Frank couldn't stand it anymore, so he had Iron Teeth beat that bastard up.

“Yes, his nose, punch his ass!” Frank yelled.

Anyway, the bar was very noisy, and no one noticed anything wrong with it for a while.

When Frank sat back down in his chair, a blonde, blue-eyed woman with long, wavy hair appeared in front of him.

It has to be said that this woman is quite Frank's type.

"Hey beautiful, can I buy you a drink?" Frank walked over with a smile.

The woman didn't refuse, and said with a sweet smile, "Who could refuse a handsome guy like you?"

Once those words were spoken, it was as if even a turtle looking at a mung bean had taken a liking to it.

Just as the two were flirting, Iron Teeth suddenly stepped forward and stood behind Frank.

The bullet that was supposed to hit Frank was then blocked by Jaws.

Frank was taken aback at first, then quickly bent over and pushed the woman away.

Then he shouted at Iron Teeth, "Hey, are you alright?"

Iron Fang said with a serious expression, "Hurry up, there are still assassins."

Using his tall frame as cover for Frank, he quickly led him towards the bar's entrance. "Damn it, Cindy, where are they?"

A furious voice came through the woman's earpiece.

These nightclubs are always crowded and very chaotic.

Cindy didn't even realize what was happening when Frank escaped.

He cursed under his breath at how cunning the handsome young man was, and then quickly began his search.

Although Frank was hard to find, the big guy next to him was very conspicuous.

Cindy immediately reported the two's whereabouts: "They're heading towards ten o'clock, they're planning to run away."

Following Cindy's directions, the other two assassins who were hiding in the bar immediately gave chase.
After Frank and Iron Teeth ran out of the bar, Iron Teeth picked Frank up and carried him on his back.

He took off running like a madman, his long legs swinging wildly.

The young demon slaves are extremely strong, and the damage caused by small-caliber silenced pistols is nothing to them.

Frank, who was being carried, saw the surrounding scenery rushing past him.

"Hey buddy, we've run far enough, haven't we? Why don't you put me down?" After all, he's a grown man, and it's not exactly a pretty sight to see him being carried around by another man.

But Iron Teeth shook his head and said, "Instead of wasting your time talking trash, you should call our boss, Archie. The enemy's assassins aren't just one or two people, but a whole squad."

"Squad?" Frank was immediately shocked and quickly took out his phone to dial Archie's number.

After briefly explaining the situation, Archie said to Iron Fang, "Make sure Frank is safe. I'll bring men over right away."

Frank and Iron Teeth both breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Archie's words.

But just then, the roar of an engine came from afar.

Iron Teeth's expression changed immediately, and he grabbed Frank and put him down.

Then he drew the gun from his waist and began to return fire.

Young demon slaves aren't actually very good at shooting; they prefer to grab weapons and smash them at each other.

So after emptying a magazine, to Frank's horrified gaze, Iron Teeth snapped a street lamp in half, then grabbed it and swung it at the assassin chasing after him on a motorcycle.

The pursuing assassins were also dumbfounded.

They had never encountered an enemy of this magnitude before. What kind of tactic is it to throw a street lamp at someone?
However, it was too late for them to dodge. After the motorcycle was hit by the streetlight, the two people on it were instantly thrown high into the air.

If the two hadn't been able to roll over together, they would probably be dead by now.

Seeing Iron Teeth grab the lamppost and swing it at them again, the two assassins didn't even have time to draw their weapons and could only roll away to dodge.

When they got up again, they found that Iron Teeth had already grabbed Frank and run far away.

"Damn it, what kind of monster is this?" Hilton, the leader of the assassin squad, cursed.

The other assassin was still reeling: "What do we do now?"

The motorcycle was smashed, making it impossible to chase after it.

Hilton pressed his earpiece and called out to another member: "Facundo, why aren't you shooting?"

Facundo said irritably, "That's what I wanted to ask you too. How did they manage to escape from the bar?"

“Mazefak!” The assassins immediately started arguing.

At this moment, Cindy, who had been silent until now, lowered her voice and said, "Damn it, stop arguing. The enemy reinforcements are here. Our mission has failed."

Upon hearing this, the assassins, though unwilling, knew it was time to retreat.

After all, Macau is not their territory, and if something happens, they won't even have any support.

So Hilton spat at Iron Teeth and Frank's retreating figures, then quickly left with another assassin.

Once the two returned to their hotel in Portugal, Frank asked Iron Teeth, "Dude, I saw you got shot earlier, are you alright?"

Iron Teeth shook his head and said, "It's nothing. The boss wants to see you, you go up first."

Frank patted Iron Fang's arm and then walked into Archie's office.

After sitting down, Frank recounted what had happened.

Yaqi immediately summoned his men and said, "Go, gather everyone and find those assassins. Tell all the ship captains not to let any of those unfamiliar faces out."

The subordinate nodded and immediately went to carry out the task.

Frank said with some surprise, "Isn't it a bit much to make such a big fuss?"

Yachi said calmly, "You don't understand. As the boss's men, we were attacked by assassins on our own turf. If we don't do something, we'll be embarrassing the boss."

Frank nodded, quite relieved.

When he fled, he was still considering whether to come to Macau.

If he hadn't come to Macau, he'd probably be dead by now.

Yaqi said calmly, "Alright, you can stay in the hotel for the next few days. If you really can't stand it, then find a prostitute. Don't go out and fool around."

Frank said with a dark expression, "I'm not that thirsty. Just send Iron Fang to me, that guy's very dedicated."

Yachi shrugged and said, "Suit yourself, but it's best to shrink your area of ​​activity so you don't get shot in the back."

Although Yaqi has already started an investigation, they still dare not keep this matter from Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun, who was far away in the United States, soon learned of the news.

"Who did it?" Chen Jiajun asked coldly.

Yaqi quickly replied, "I've already sent people to look for them, but they're very professional and have probably already escaped from Macau."

Yaqi had previously been in charge of intelligence work for Chen Jiajun's subordinates. After hearing Frank and Tieya describe the configuration of the card-binding guy, he knew that he had encountered professionals.

Such a person would definitely not stay in Haojiang after the mission fails; they would leave immediately.

Chen Jiajun said coldly, "Have Silva investigate. No matter who it is, I will make them pay the price. No one can get away unscathed after messing with my people, understand?"

"Understood, boss. I'll contact Silva immediately." Yaqi rarely heard Chen Jiajun speak in this tone; he knew his boss was angry.

So they didn't dare delay at all, so they had someone get the photos of the assassins and then went to find Silva.

Meanwhile, Brut also learned that the mission had failed.

"Fuck you, what are you all good for? A bunch of useless trash!" Brut roared in fury, but still didn't dare smash the antique on his table.

He felt that nothing had gone right for him lately; he was incredibly unlucky.

Moreover, he also has to face a troublesome matter: resolving his company's 29 million yuan debt.

Brut had no intention of spending his own money, so he set his sights on something else.

For example, the retirement funds of those killers within your own fund.

It is well known that there are no poor people among the hitmen in America.

After all, killing is a very lucrative business, and Brut has always been eyeing these people who live on the edge, since they have a lot of money.

Because of this debt issue, Pluto decided to take action immediately: "Don't come back yet. Go straight to Morocco and kill Michael. He should be in a villa somewhere in Morocco right now. I'll send you the address later."

After hanging up the phone, Brut looked coldly at the woman sitting in his office and said, "Why are you here?" (End of Chapter)