Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

Chen An smiled slightly and waved his hand, "Since you want it, then you can have it. I won't raise the price."

After saying that, he sat back down in his chair, sipped his tea, calmly smoked a cigarette, and gave a meaningful smile.

Seeing this, Hal regained his composure, but a bad feeling crept into his heart.

Why didn't they raise the price?

Is there nothing inside this container, or is it that the other party simply cannot tell what's inside?

Those around them also had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

"Brook, hurry up and open it, I can't wait!" someone said.

Upon hearing this, Brooke also looked at Hal, "Congratulations to this gentleman for winning the bid for the last container of the day. Now let's see what's inside."

"I'll do it myself," Hal suddenly said, then took the worker's tools and began to pry open the container door little by little.

Hal slowly opened the box door, revealing the scene inside.

The people behind them stood on tiptoe to look inside, their faces showing curiosity. But when they saw that the room was full of discarded dolls, they all gasped in shock.

"A container worth $70,000 was full of broken toys. Hal has really lost money!"

"All of these together don't even amount to five thousand dollars."

"Did this Asian guy already know it was all junk inside and deliberately raise the price to provoke Hal? If so, this Asian guy is absolutely terrifying!!!"

Countless people lamented for Hal, while others gloated.

Hal's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, his face drained of color. He stammered, "W-why are there only these toys? Where are the sports cars? Where are the high-end cards?!"

"Yes! This container must have another layer." Hal seemed to realize something, and quickly got up and staggered towards the depths of the container.

Violent slapping!

The sound that came out was exactly the same, and his last bit of hope was shattered. He felt a pang of regret that he had actually spent $70,000 to buy this pile of junk.

That $70,000 was his entire savings!

At this moment, Hal's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Chen An, who was sitting leisurely in a chair not far away. He clenched his fists tightly and walked quickly toward Chen An.

When people around saw Hal like this, they all kept their distance, afraid of being caught in the crossfire!

"You did this on purpose, didn't you!" Hal shouted angrily.

Chen An slightly raised his eyelids and looked at the other person, "Yes, you like to compete with me on price, right? Well, I'll let you succeed this time. It's a pity that mine is a sports car, while yours is just a bunch of broken toys."

"The $70,000 has gone down the drain."

Upon hearing these words, Hal could no longer conceal his violent aura and roared, "You damned Asian!"

He was about to step forward and teach Chen An a lesson.

Suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder.

"Get out of my way! This is my own business, whoever interferes! I'll beat him up too!" Hal shrugged, trying to slap away the other person's large hand.

But the large hand on his shoulder didn't move at all. Then Hal felt a strong force coming from him, and his feet left the ground.

"what!"

Hal screamed in terror and looked behind him, trying to see who was messing with him.

He was startled when he saw it.

Unbeknownst to him, a group of burly men, each over 1.9 meters tall, were standing behind him. They all looked fierce and menacing, and one of them even lifted him up with one hand.

"What, are you planning to attack me?" Chen An stood up from his chair, straightened his suit and tie, and said in a playful tone.

"My brothers won't agree to that."

Seeing this, Hal shouted, "Hey! Britton, call the police!"

"I don't know him, and I didn't see anything." Britton didn't want to be picked up like a chick like Hal, with his back to him the whole time.

The same applies to the others.

Upon seeing this, Hal's face showed fear.

"Brook, I'm a guest here, aren't you going to help?" Seeing that the others were not doing it, Hal turned to Brook for help.

Brooke shook his head slightly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hal, this is between you two, and I can't interfere."

"And Mr. Chen An is also my boss."

Upon hearing this, Hal finally realized that he had messed with the wrong person. He turned around and looked at Chen An pleadingly.

"I'm sorry, please let me go. This is illegal."

Chen An said, "As long as no one sees it, that's fine. Take him to a secluded place and teach him a lesson. Oh, and while you're at it, make him hand over the $70,000 in the container."

"Don't even think about denying it!"

After saying that, the assassins carried Hal to a deserted corner of the dock.

Hal struggled desperately but couldn't break free at all; the opponent's strength was simply terrifying.

But such struggles angered the assassin, who slapped him across the face, causing half of Hal's cheek to swell up instantly, and he dared not resist anymore.

Hal gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

Everyone was stunned; this was too brutal!

"Alright Brook, help me unload the things from the container. We'll find a seller to sell the engine directly. As for these three sports cars, just pay the taxes, complete the formalities, and deliver them directly to my community."

Brooke nodded. "No problem, Mr. Chen An!"

Chen An then led Emily away, thus concluding the experiment with the Eye of Exploration.

They soon arrived at Andrei's house.

The other person just came out of the house and their eyes lit up when they saw Chen An. "An, you've come at the right time. Let's head to the meeting place now."

"Okay, get in my car," Chen An said.

The three of them got into a Toyota Tacoma and headed towards the Dalor Wharf.

.......

At Dalore Pier, the union building has a huge conference room on the third floor, which is generally used for large meetings.

At this moment, more than thirty foremen had gathered, and some people even walked in, making it incredibly lively.

Tatata!

A series of synchronized footsteps sounded, and everyone stopped talking, turning their gaze towards the conference door.

Chen Long stepped in first, wearing a top-of-the-line custom-made black suit that perfectly complemented his tall and straight figure.

His steps were steady, his leather shoes clicking on the floor with a soft, yet remarkably clear, rhythm that resonated with everyone's heartbeat.

Following closely behind, Rabbit, Ox, and Horse entered in single file.

They were also dressed in custom-made suits as dark as night, like three moving black statues.

The four faces were as calm as still water, devoid of any expression, their glances carrying no warmth whatsoever.

The once noisy and bustling venue fell into an instant deathly silence, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand.

The foremen present felt a bone-chilling cold rush from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, as if the indoor heating had suddenly failed and they had fallen into an ice cellar.

It wasn't a physical cold, but a chilling feeling that emanated from the depths of the soul, a chilling sensation locked onto by a apex predator.

Some people instinctively held their breath, their Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty, and cold sweat quietly soaked their backs.

An idea, like a venomous snake, burrowed into the minds of each foreman.

Hydra... Is this the Hydra organization that has recently caused such a stir in the entire underworld?