People in America started by developing the Yellow Turban Army.

Asian kid, Hannibal, what does that mean?

Chen Ping'an didn't react for a moment. If it were written in Chinese characters and placed in front of him, he would definitely be able to understand what it meant at a glance.

But when spoken in English, he didn't understand at first!

After all, your score on the CET-4/6 or TOEFL is just a test-taking skill.

It takes time to truly immerse yourself in local customs and understand the local dialect.

On the contrary, Lin Zhiyong, upon hearing that the child was connected with Hannibal, immediately understood what it meant. His expression changed drastically, and he quickly asked:

"Is she Asian or Chinese?"

Benjamin looked and thought, "Oh, there's a way out!"

He immediately replied without hesitation, "They are Asian, but I don't know if they are of Chinese descent."

Many Americans find it difficult to distinguish whether someone is of Chinese descent from other Asian groups.

Except for Koreans.

After all, Koreans speak with a different tone of voice.

As for other Asian groups, there is currently no Asian American data disaggregation bill, so most of them are naturally unable to identify themselves.

Lin Zhiyong was certainly aware of this. If it were children from other countries, he could convince himself not to meddle, but if they were children from the East…

He looked at Chen Ping'an, who understood what he meant and finally relented: "Okay!"

Since you have offered enough bargaining chips, I agree to a temporary settlement with you!

But I'd like to know what you mean by "Asian children."

Upon hearing Chen Ping'an's words, Benjamin, who was already tense, went limp and almost collapsed to the ground.

It turns out that Benjamin has an older brother who works for another gang, but his job is to operate speedboats, specializing in high-speed chases at sea.

Cargo is transported from large ships on the high seas to the docks using speedboats with seven or eight motors.

Two days ago, a group of people boarded their dock. They were children, the oldest no more than 16 years old, both boys and girls.

They all had black hair and yellowish-white skin; some of them were a few years old but had rosy cheeks and looked like little princesses.

When the older brother was drinking with Benjamin, he said that Asian kids like this come in batches every now and then and should be very popular in the market.

Because the meat is tender and healthy!

Chen Ping'an was dumbfounded!

Benjamin's words shattered his worldview, making Chen Ping'an realize that his understanding of the world was seriously flawed.

What era is this?

It was not a time of war, nor a time of natural disasters, widespread famine, and cannibalism.

This is an era where technology has advanced to the point where people can go to the moon to dig up soil and grow vegetables. Some people are even calling on people all over the world to immigrate to Mars and create a new America!

At this moment, the world's leading power, the only superpower, was calmly informed that there are still groups in this world who feed on benevolence.

Is this insane?

What kind of people were they?

"Rich people!"

This is Frank's answer: "In America, 90% of people are just a group of poor people struggling at the bottom of American society."

Including us!

Even though it was just to beg for your forgiveness, Father, the gift I brought was a million dollars in cash.

But we are just cockroaches struggling to survive at the bottom of the American ladder.

We can't compare to those rich people!

Once they accumulate a certain level of wealth, they lose interest in ordinary things and begin to enjoy thrills that others can hardly imagine.

Even in America, once a person's wealth reaches a certain level, they no longer consider themselves human.

This is America, a paradise for the rich. Here, as long as you have money, you can do whatever you want.

Chen Ping'an didn't want to listen to this nonsense.

What he was more concerned about was whether those children were from the East. If Benjamin's brother had seen these children a couple of days ago, where were they now?

"Generally, the goods will first be transported to a nearby estate, and then buyers will be contacted to sell them."

My brother happens to know the location of that manor, so I can have him lead the way.

Just as Benjamin finished speaking, Lin Zhiyong's phone rang again. He glanced at it and quickly answered it.

"Uncle Chun, you came in person?"

"Yes, yes, drive straight in, it's the house in the middle with the tavern sign, that's where we're all!"

He hung up the phone, and he could already hear cars outside—not just one, but several.

Three SUVs and a pickup truck arrived, and amidst billowing dust, all four vehicles screeched to a halt in front of the tavern.

The big boss of the Fuqing gang who likes to have tea in Chinatown actually came to this remote, abandoned mining town today.

"Yongzai, thank goodness we have mobile phone navigation now. If it were more than ten years ago, I really wouldn't have been able to find this place!"

Deng Chun walked over with a hearty laugh, followed by a dozen or so henchmen carrying several long plastic crates.

"Uncle Chun!"

Lin Zhiyong, who came to greet him, quickly responded, but Deng Chun took two quick steps and bowed to Chen Ping'an with clasped hands.

"Deng Chun from Fuqing greets Master Chen. This disciple pays his respects!"

I heard that you are having some trouble, Master. I am quite adept at resolving problems, and besides bringing the gun, I have come here to do my part to help you.

He was bent over so low that you couldn't tell he was a big shot in the Fuqing gang.

Moreover, he has hundreds of elite soldiers under his command, people who are capable of getting things done.

But now, he is being so polite and respectful to Chen Ping'an on their very first meeting.

"Oh?"

Chen Ping'an raised an eyebrow, somewhat understanding:

"Lin Zhiyong has mentioned me to you?"

He knew that the other party was called by Lin Zhiyong. Just now, when no one knew the real purpose of Frank from Colombia's visit.

Lin Zhiyong called to urge the Fuqing gang to send the weapons over as soon as possible, which was a perfectly normal request.

Of course, it also implies a covert request for assistance.

He deliberately walked a distance to make the call just now, because he didn't want Frank to hear it!

But Chen Ping'an also had the ability to hear the wind, and his words were still clear and distinct when they reached his ears.

Chen Ping'an was not surprised.

When Lin Zhiyong rushed back from Chinatown, he explained to Chen Ping'an in detail that in addition to procuring communication equipment, he also went out to get a few fully automatic assault rifles.

The Fuqing gang, intimidated by his own invincible shield, offered to deliver several drum magazines and a box of grenades, even offering to deliver them to his door.

Of course, he didn't hide the fact that Deng Chun, a member of the Fuqing gang, had coerced him a few years ago into using a laundry partnership to launder money for several years.

However, Lin Zhiyong was showing off, but he wasn't showing off his title as the Yellow Turban Warrior, but rather his Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Cover.

He also told the other party that the master who taught him the Golden Bell Iron Shirt technique had returned to his country.

Looking at it now, Lin Chih-yung was still too inexperienced!

He thought he hadn't said anything, but others had figured out his true nature.

"Yongzai didn't tell his disciple, but the disciple will investigate himself!"

Deng Chun didn't dare to straighten up, but he spoke clearly: "All his changes started from the moment Master Chen got off the plane!"

And it's not just Yongzai who has experienced a change in physique; you, too, have.

According to the information we found, when you arrived in Los Angeles a few days ago, you were only about 1.75 meters tall.

But now, like Yongzai, he has grown taller and stronger in a short period of time.

In addition, you distributed talismanic water on the street a few days ago to help the poor and homeless.

The traces were too obvious; they would be easy to detect.

After he finished speaking, he straightened up, his sharp gaze already coldly pressing down on Frank and Benjamin:

"A tiny Colombian gang dares to cause trouble for real people!"

Master Chen, if you just say the word, the Fuqing Gang will immediately plant their flag, sweep through all the Colombian neighborhoods, and leave them in a bloodbath!

"I can't speak for other groups in Fuqing, but we have quite a few people who are capable of fighting and killing."

Chen Ping'an knew that when someone gives a gift, they must have something in mind!

What is the other party asking for?

It's easy to guess; isn't it just the Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Cover that Lin Zhiyong is showing off?