Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

“Everyone got what they wanted, and there’s nothing wrong with that,” Yolanda said with a smile.

No matter what Isaac said, she always seemed to have the same expression, which showed that she was extremely shrewd.

"Well, I have to thank you thieving eagles' lackeys for this. No one knows my identity yet."

"Of course, we are helping ourselves in the process of helping you."

She was well aware of the problems that would arise if the world knew about IW's boss.

Putting everything else aside, Isaac's anger is unlike that of an ordinary person; it certainly doesn't benefit the United States and several neighboring countries.

“I won’t go into too much detail. I’m here to take over the arms market in Roanapur,” Isaac said. “So I hope you can give me control of the arms sales here.”

Yolanda still had that same smiling face.

What if we disagree?

"If you disagree, you disagree. I'm easy to talk to."

Yolanda wasn't stupid; she knew that the person in front of her was definitely not the kind of person who was 'easy to talk to'. IW's growth to its current level in four years wasn't due to being 'easy to talk to'.

And that is indeed the case. Isaac values ​​efficiency above all else. If negotiations fail the first time, he will resort to threats. If threats fail, he will go to war.

He doesn't have that much time to play games with people; completing the most work in the shortest amount of time is the company's top priority.

Just as someone in Russia said:

A thousand or ten thousand protests are not as effective as making a bomber's wings flap once.

"So what do you think? Do you agree or disagree?"

“Of course I agree. We’re not limited to arms sales. You can have it.” Yolanda smiled. “Please take good care of me in Roanapur from now on.”

"No problem, no problem."

The two shook hands and announced that the deal was done.

"Speaking of which, is that Ada outside also an NSA agent like you?"

"You mean Ida? She's not like me, but she also works for 'big shots'."

"Yes, I understand the general idea. However, you won't need to hide my identity for a while."

After saying this, Isaac picked up his things and left the church.

After he left, Ida came in from outside.

"Sister Yolanda, what were you and that child talking about for so long?"

“It was some business stuff, but it’s been resolved,” Yolanda said. “We probably won’t be doing arms business anymore.”

"Huh? Doesn't that mean we've lost a lot of funding?" Ada turned around and looked in the direction Isaac had come from. "What's that kid's background?"

Do you know him?

"It's rumored to be a two-handed boyfriend. Can you believe that violent woman has a boyfriend?"

"Nothing is impossible. That child's identity is not as simple as you think."

"Then who exactly is he?"

"They sell weapons, that's all."

"You won't even reveal the real information to me? That's typical of you guys," Ada said, displeased.

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Isaac was on his way back. He had called a taxi when he came, but he couldn't get one when he got here.

Fortunately, nothing else happened, so he leisurely walked back.

Levi should have woken up by now, and she'll likely be heading out to sea with Dutch to steal that disc.

Beep!

Isaac's phone suddenly rang at that moment.

"Hey?"

"Hey? Boss, we sold a T-72 tank before, right?"

"Yes, it was bought by a woman named Balalaika. What's wrong? Is there a quality problem and you're asking for after-sales service?" Isaac asked.

He believed that they were buying the tank purely as a symbol and would not actually drive it out.

"No, they're already using it. Just now they drove into the city and even started a shootout."

"...No wonder he's a madman from the Soviet Union."

Chapter 590: The Boss

In a hotel, a group of people were gathered in one of the dimly lit private rooms.

If an ordinary person from this city walked in here, they would probably wet their pants in fear, because everyone present is a prominent figure in Roanapur.

The leader was a yellow-skinned man wearing a trench coat and a scarf draped over his shoulders, wearing sunglasses. Behind him stood two henchmen in suits.

He is Zhang Weixin, the White Paper Fan of the Triads, the most powerful figure in Roanapur, also known as "Brother Zhang".

Also present were Balalaika, whom Isaac had met before, and a middle-aged man with blond hair and an arrogant expression.

The blond man was the first to attack, angrily shouting at Balalaika, "Two of my officers died today, and I need an explanation. I'm burning my teeth."

Faced with the man's accusations, Balalica calmly lit a cigar: "They dared to encroach on my territory. This isn't the first or second time, Italians."

The blond man was an Italian mafia member who came to Roanapur.

The three factions in Roanapur maintain a balance in the city on the surface, but in reality they are still plotting to eliminate each other.

Everyone understands the principle that one less person means one less share of the money.

However, no one expected Balalaika to start a firefight right away, and no one knew why she had tanks.

The Italian Mafia wanted to take down Balalega's influence in Roanapur, but Balalega also wanted to take them down.

"Driving a tank in the city? You really have a wild idea," Zhang Weixin said. "Aren't you going to explain where you got this tank from?"

“I don’t have a habit of exposing my partners. What? Can’t stand to see us grow stronger?” Balalaika was completely unconcerned.

“I don’t mean to stop your development,” Zhang Weixin said with a smile. “But you need to consider the impact of this matter. The reason this city can tolerate so many villains and give us a stage to develop is that it would be bad if he appeared in the public eye. I think you understand that.”

Roanapura is one of the most chaotic places in the world, yet it has not become a topic of conversation, and even an independent intelligence organization like the IW has not noticed its existence, which is enough to show how well it is hidden.

“Normally, it’s enough for us to be shooting each other in the street. If we drive tanks out on the street, we’re likely to attract attention.” Zhang Weixin lit a cigarette, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses. “Balalaika, this city is exposed to the public eye. Even if you wipe us all out, the result will be mutual destruction.”

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"In the future, let's not drive tanks out like this to attract attention. It's better for everyone."

"You want me to just leave these weapons, which I finally managed to buy, as decorations in the warehouse? Do you think I'm stupid?"

"So, do you want to make a big fuss?" Zhang Weixin asked. "If tanks appear in the city, the Thai military will notice us first, and I don't need to say more about what will happen next."

"..."

This is indeed an undeniable fact. In the end, no matter how powerful they are, they are nothing more than a group of people who cannot be exposed to the sunlight, like rats in the sewers.

They are currently able to coexist peacefully thanks to the fact that they have not allowed more external interests to get involved with Roanapura.

Just then, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the door, mixed with screams.

"Who are you waiting for!?"

"You can't go into this room, give it to me... Ah!"

"asshole!"

The clattering and crashing sounds, along with the thud of someone falling to the ground, puzzled the several bigwigs in the room.

Zhang Weixin glanced at his underlings behind him and gestured for them to go outside and check the situation.

The underling understood, picked up the gun at his waist, and cautiously approached the door. Just as he was about to open it, there was a loud 'bang!' and the door was suddenly smashed open, sending him flying a great distance.

"!!"

Everyone became alert and drew their guns, pointing them at the doorway.

"Finding this place wasn't easy."

A young man slowly walked in through the door, while a large number of people behind him collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The visitor was none other than Isaac.

"Don't be so nervous. All the people you left outside are still alive. I've given you plenty of face this time."

"You brat! Who are you?"

The Italian Mafia boss was getting restless. He picked up his gun, pointed it at Isaac, and roared.

Balalaika recognized Isaac and gestured for the people behind her to lower their guns. Zhang Weixin also seemed to realize that Isaac was not hostile and showed no signs of tension.

“Me? Just an arms dealer. I sold that T-72 to the ‘Moscow Hotel’ before,” Isaac said with a smile.

"So it was you!"

Upon seeing one of the culprits, he appeared somewhat enraged.

Isaac ignored him and looked at Balalaika instead.

"Ms. Balalaika, are you satisfied with the products our company exports?"

"It's pretty good. You can tell it's regularly maintained, and its performance is very stable."

"I didn't expect you to use it on the very first day you bought it."

"Yesterday, my soldiers saw the T-72 tank and were very excited. To celebrate, they drank vodka and some of them got drunk. Then those Italian idiots came to cause trouble, so I took them out and made a scene."

"Hahaha, that's not bad."

“Not bad, my foot!” the Italian Mafia member roared, looking at the two men chatting amiably. “I’ve never seen this kid before! Who gave you permission to sell weapons in Roanapur?”

“If you want to sell, then sell. I’ve sold tanks in Somalia and Lebanon before. Why should Roanapura give me special treatment?”

"Now that you're here in Roanapura, you must abide by the rules here!"

“Don’t be rude, sir.” Isaac casually found a seat and plopped down. “Blocking my path to wealth is giving me a reason to kill you. Fortunately, you are also a potential customer of mine, so it would be a shame to kill you.”

"You..."