I was a general in South America

A suburban manor.

Inside the lobby, celebrities mingled and drank, creating an atmosphere completely out of place between the room and the outside.

The clock on the wall ticks away, each tick a little longer than the last.

Javier Delgado's face darkened further, his expression so gloomy it seemed to drip water. He held his wine glass, lost in thought, while the others remained silent, not daring to initiate a conversation.

Half an hour has passed since the agreed time.

His temper was gradually building up; Lucas had really embarrassed him.

This is an utter disgrace...!

That bastard Cali, how dare he...!

Do you still want to stay in the army...?

A few days ago, Javier made a bold promise that he would make Lucas apologize to Alex Ennar.

Upon receiving the invitation, the other party once again demonstrated their sincerity, promising that as long as they cooperated with him, Lucas would not be able to touch any of the Kitakura Group's businesses.

A single word is enough to summon Lucas to come over.

The other party is already late, and although the party has just started, whatever the reason...

Javier sat on the sofa, feeling a burning pain on his face.

While it's common for South Americans to be late, the person who invited him was Javier Delgado.

That damn bastard, shouldn't he be grateful to Dale Javier for resolving his conflict and arrive at the party early to greet Javier?

"Javier, what if Lucas doesn't come?"

That hurts, bro...

Javier looked up and glared fiercely, then spoke to Chief Drake...

Is he the only one with a mouth?

Why did he have to jump out and make a fool of himself while everyone else remained silent?

Little did they know that Chief Drake was not intimidated by the look at him at all... Unlike the other few who were more cunning, he had deliberately brought up the topic.

It was simply revenge for meeting Havel that night and making him lose face.

After all, he was the police chief of Manizales, and they were old friends... He almost lost face.

They received nearly $200 million, only to be stood up in public.

We've got our chance... We absolutely have to get our revenge!

"If that damn bastard really dares to mess with me... I'll make him pay, kick him out of the Caldas province army, and send him back to Cali to grow his cornfields."

Whether to answer Drake's question or to reassure the others, Javier gritted his teeth and spoke with unwavering resolve.

Aside from Drake, who was solely driven by revenge, everyone in the room had their own thoughts.

But they all have one thing in common: they are happy to see Javier's current state with Lucas. Through their brief understanding, everyone knows that Javier is like a vicious wolf that can never be satisfied.

Their rivalry and mutual checks and balances maintained a balance in Manizales, allowing business to proceed smoothly.

The worst fear is that if the two wolves reach an agreement, they will turn around and devour everyone present.

"Lucas is really disrespectful to you. I'm not worried about the cooperation itself, but I'm afraid that if word gets out, it will affect Mr. Havel's reputation in the military."

Alex couldn't help but chime in, hoping the two sides would go to war immediately.

If we can just stall for a few more months and head north with the gold mine to find a real backer, then Lucas... Javier... they're all trash!

Anyone who frequently stirs up trouble knows that when someone is about to reach their breaking point of anger, if they say something sarcastic or insinuating, that person will basically go into an automatic target-hunting state.

When Alex's words reached Javier's ears, they had become:

Is this any good, little bro?

We spent so much money, and you can't even get the people.

Cooperation? ...Do you want me to cooperate with thin air?

Don't force yourself if you can't handle it. If word gets out, people in the underworld will laugh at you for being bullied by some kid!

RNM, refund my money!

Of course, Javier wasn't stupid. Despite his anger, he knew what they were up to and said in a low voice.

"Ainar, if you don't trust me, then our cooperation can be canceled."

Those who rise through the ranks from the lowest ranks are not the type to act recklessly when their temper flares up.

After being subtly threatened, Ainar's obsession with finding a powerful backer through gold mining only intensified.

If it were about mocking Javier, Pablo Escobar, that damned bastard wouldn't dare utter a single fart.

Seeing this, Joshua and the others were about to speak to ease the tension when a knock sounded at the door... and a subordinate poked his head in to report.

"Lieutenant Lucas is here...!"

It's finally here...!

The Manisales people showed delight upon hearing this name for the first time.

Today's event was arranged for Lucas; if he doesn't show up... then all our efforts will have been in vain.

Only Javier Delgado, with a gloomy expression, snorted coldly and stood up from the sofa.

"It's time to welcome our distinguished guests today."

.......

Inside the hall, well-dressed successful people were swaying slowly to tropical-style dance music.

Suddenly, two rows of heavily armed soldiers rushed in through the door, startling everyone.

Thinking it was an attack by anti-government forces, the lyrical music abruptly stopped, and the guests crowded together, looking at the soldiers around them with a hint of fear.

The atmosphere instantly changed from noisy to so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Tap tap... Tap tap.

The sound of military boots clattering on the Italian-imported tiles drew the attention of the guests, who then saw a young officer in uniform strolling leisurely into the hall.

A person's name, a tree's shadow...

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines and took another step back.

Lucas Bolívar Franco...!

Nowadays, there's a saying in Manizales: offending Kitatani might not kill you, but offending the lieutenant will definitely lead to a terrible death.

Many people present, although they had only seen each other on television and in newspapers, now that they had met the person in person... dared not underestimate the other person because of their age.

Lucas walked to the center and stood with his hands behind his back, his understanding of the Einar family's wealth reaching a new level.

The crystal chandelier hanging from the bald head, several meters long, would probably require an average Colombian to work their entire life without eating or drinking.

We're going to fleece them mercilessly...!

Just then, Javier and the others, who had just come out of the room, witnessed this scene. Seeing Lucas leading his troops in and acting arrogantly, they felt an uncontrollable rage.

"Lucas, you're really impressive... But what do you mean by this? You don't need to be so cautious at a party, do you?"

The thugs in the ditch started to adopt affected mannerisms.

Lucas looked up and saw Javier's ugly face with a nauseating smile as he descended the spiral staircase.

Javier walked up to him; the two met for the first time in Manizales.

"Lucas, welcome to the party."

"A party?" Lucas reached out and took the cigarette from his mouth, laughing as he blew smoke all over Javier's face. "Bring your men out. Didn't you invite me here to fight today?"

Do I look like I'm here to a party?

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