Reborn in America: Starting as a California Resident

Just as he was about to hang up, Shen Fei's words made Henry's voice immediately turn serious.

"Thanks to Director Qi's personal protection, none of our legal team members were injured," Shen Fei reported.

Henry, however, frowned and asked, "Do we have any concrete information about the mastermind behind this?"

"Not yet, Director Qi is investigating."

I suspect it's because we've been making some rather big moves lately, which has infringed on the interests of some people.

Since Shen Fei was unaware of the behind-the-scenes power struggle regarding Hutchison Whampoa's equity, she speculated that the recent booming arcade business might have aroused jealousy among others.

After all, in Hong Kong during the 1970s and 80s, triad activities were frequent, and behind every successful enterprise, there was more or less a baptism of blood and turmoil.

"Okay, I understand."

"Withdraw one million in cash from the finance department tomorrow as a reward for this operation."

Henry said in a deep voice, "I will inform Zhao and have him assign appropriate bodyguards to you and Factory Director Shi. You should also pay more attention to your safety recently."

"Yes, boss."

……

After hanging up the phone, Henry looked up at the window. The midday sun in Los Angeles shone on his face, making him look like Apollo reincarnated.

He turned to look at Liam, who had been standing quietly to the side.

As Henry's head bodyguard, he was usually responsible for coordinating daily security work with Zhao.

"What did Zhao say?" Henry asked.

"He said this group of people were from Hong Kong," Liam replied calmly.

"Yiqun?"

Henry frowned, tilting his head as he recalled the information about the Yiqun.

This name was not unfamiliar to Henry, because in Hong Kong during the 1970s and 80s, the Yi Qun was a fairly active triad organization whose influence covered multiple industries and regions.

"Li Huangtai, could it be you?"

Henry murmured to himself.

Yi Qun's leader, Wu Xihao (nicknamed "Lame Hao"), is from Chaoshan, as is Li Huangtai.

He couldn't help but turn his head to face the window again, repeatedly considering the various possibilities in his mind.

On the one hand, because of Hutchison Whampoa, his biggest suspect was Li Huangtai.

However, in his previous impression, Li Huangtai had always been a vicious and ruthless snake. Would the other party really be so mindless as to attack Henry?

Even if we succeed this time, what then?

Shen Fei and the others are just Henry's employees; harming them will not fundamentally damage Henry's core interests.

Moreover, this will inevitably provoke an outburst of anger from Henry, a well-connected Westerner.

Is it worth it?

"Who could it be?"

Henry sighed softly, ultimately concluding that the matter had nothing to do with Li Huangtai.

However, he said, "Since the real culprit hasn't been found yet, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you."

As the big boss, Henry would naturally need to show the appropriate attitude upon learning that his subordinate had been ambushed and killed in the street.

With no other options, we'll just have to let Lao Li take the blame for now!

At most, once the truth comes out, I can offer him an apology from afar.

"Notify Zhao and have him arrange for someone to take action."

"Yes, Boss."

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Kuala Lumpur, the capital of Malaysia.

This is one of the heartlands of Southeast Asia, not only the country's political, economic, and cultural center, but also a melting pot where modernity and tradition meet.

In a corner of western Kuala Lumpur, there is a vibrant alleyway that is home to many nightlife venues—bars, nightclubs, and some less respectable places.

A man wearing a dark trench coat and a Panama hat strolled down the street.

Since it was already late at night, and his hat covered most of his face, passersby could only vaguely see his well-defined chin.

Nevertheless, people could still sense that this pedestrian was different from others.

Therefore, they all just glanced at each other and continued on their own paths, no one wanting to cause trouble at this time.

After walking for a while, the man stopped in front of a nightclub called "Fallen Angels".

He raised his head slightly, revealing his Western face.

"Fallen angel, huh..."

He stared at the neon sign for a while, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips, before turning and stepping into the nightclub.

As soon as you enter, you can hear loud music and laughter. People are dancing freely on the dance floor, and the band on the stage is playing their hearts out. Meanwhile, those dark corners hide even more untold secrets.

After quickly scanning his surroundings, the Western man lowered his head slightly and walked straight to the bar at the back.

By this time, quite a few customers were already seated here.

He sat down, took a bright green US dollar from his pocket and placed it on the bar. Before the stylish, charming waitress could speak, he whispered, "A Romantic Encounter, please."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

The waitress responded politely, while giving the mysterious guest a quick glance.

Sitting at the bar, he quietly observed everything in the nightclub.

A moment later, the enticingly colored cocktail was placed in front of him.

Enjoy your romantic encounter.

"Thanks."

He picked up the glass, gazed at the colorful cocktail, and took a small sip.

The sweet and bitter taste of the wine intertwined in his mouth, as if awakening memories deep within his heart.

The waitress looked at the Western man's behavior and felt that she had seen him before, so she couldn't help but become more curious about him.

"Next up is the Angel Band, whom everyone has been eagerly anticipating, who will be performing a song for you..."

As the host introduced the event, a burst of enthusiastic applause and whistles erupted in the audience.

Amid cheers from the crowd, a group of six people took to the center of the stage.

Each of these members has their own unique style, like representative figures who have emerged from rock culture.

Standing at the front was a man with long, flowing hair and a messy beard. His eyes revealed a free and unrestrained spirit, and he held an old-fashioned electric guitar in his hand.

Beside her stood a woman with dark skin and an exotic air. The ornaments on her body jingled with her movements, the sound as clear and enchanting as a spring in a valley.

Standing behind them was a burly man with a shaved head, wearing a loose printed shirt, and playing a pair of small drums, each strike full of rhythm.

In one corner of the stage, there was a figure almost completely covered by a large cloak; only when she played the keyboard could one catch a glimpse of her nimble fingers.

The last two members were a pair of brothers who looked like twins, one of whom was covered in silver paint and shimmered under the spotlight;

The other was dressed entirely in black, with only a pair of bright eyes sparkling under the lights. They were responsible for the bass and keyboard respectively, and the interplay of notes revealed a unique charm that blended conflict and harmony.

"Knock knock knock..."

As the music began, these six unique performers started their show. Every movement and every note made the audience feel an unprecedented passion and energy.

The white man's gaze was also deeply drawn, staring intently at the six people performing passionately on stage, his body swaying slightly to the familiar melody.

Hearing that familiar husky voice, his heart stirred, as if he had returned to the past.

Back then, whenever a mission was completed, everyone would gather at this small base to share their joy and exhaustion.

"Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Sariel, Remiel, it's good to see you all again..."