I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 245 - 243 Catching a Tailwind Flight

The first time he killed someone, he took the lives of fourteen people, yet Zhang Menglong didn’t bear much psychological burden. After all, those people were originally there to kill him. Without Ye Yin’s intervention, he, Lu Yiyao, and Wang Ling would have all died there, unnoticed by anyone.

Such an action would be considered excessive self-defense at most, and nobody was going to pursue legal actions against him. Moreover, with those fourteen people dead, nobody knew exactly how they died. Even if some traced the suspicion back to Zhang Menglong, knowing about Ye Yin’s existence, aside from Wang Ling and the others, all the rest were dead. It would be beyond them to guess that Zhang Menglong had such an expert like Ye Yin protecting him.

The destroyer slowly docked, and Zhang Menglong and the others disembarked with slightly tired expressions. Apart from Zhang Menglong, the other three had all been more or less frightened by the ordeal and were just now feeling as if their bodies had been hollowed out.

"Mr. Zhang," a middle-aged man dressed in an English naval uniform approached Zhang Menglong, "I am here by Her Majesty’s command to reclaim the warship."

"Oh," Zhang Menglong nodded.

In fact, among those who had come to assassinate him, there was also a mutant from England, who had used his own powers to create the ice floes on the sea.

However, it seemed that the organization this mutant belonged to was not under the command of the English Royal Family. Not just England but several other European countries appeared to be controlling these special groups of psychics and mutants through certain national organizations.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been foolish enough to trouble Zhang Menglong. After all, each one had been thrashed by Zhang Menglong’s grandfather wielding foreign guns and cannons. On this trip to Europe, so many princesses had been sent to him.

"Mr. Zhang, this…" The naval general glanced at the destroyer, noting a deep crack on the deck and even a cannon barrel that had been cut cleanly off.

How did the destroyer end up in such a state after being borrowed by Zhang Menglong for just two days?

"This..." Zhang Menglong’s penchant for fabrication was second nature, and he blurted out, "Well, at the auction, I acquired a divine weapon. The captain tested it out, and it accidentally got a bit out of hand. It really cuts through iron like mud, hahaha!"

Zhang Menglong had a soldier carry out his recent auction acquisitions, among them a conspicuous sword.

"I see." The general nodded in understanding. He was well aware that Zhang Menglong had attended a significant auction and that acquiring some impressive items was not surprising. Still, he was keen to see how it could cut through steel.

"I’ll compensate you for the damage. Is one billion euros enough?" Zhang Menglong promptly wrote a check on the spot. He was incredibly wealthy at this point, having made over a hundred billion euros. If he didn’t spend some, it just didn’t sit right with him.

"One billion euros?" The general was stunned. Although the repairs of the destroyer were expensive, they didn’t cost that much. One billion euros were enough to build another one!

Furthermore, the Queen had repeatedly stressed the importance of treating Zhang Menglong with the utmost respect. If he said yes, they couldn’t say no. How could the general dare accept Zhang Menglong’s money? Besides, just being allowed to sail the English destroyer into Frankfurt’s waters showcased Zhang Menglong’s immense background. He wouldn’t dare accept the money!

"Take it!" Zhang Menglong forced the check into the general’s hand. "If you don’t take it, you’re looking down on me! Look down on me, and be careful, I might complain to your Queen!"

"This…" It was the general’s first time encountering someone threatening to give them money.

"Look here, you’ve got repair costs, right? Fuel for a few days costs money, doesn’t it? Maintenance fees are needed, right? And the crew needs salaries, don’t they? You’ve traveled all the way from England; there’s gotta be a travel allowance, right? Ten billion is not too much!"

Though he spoke like this, Zhang Menglong couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. The English psychic had brought him a windfall of 70.5 billion euros. Since the wool came from the sheep, Zhang Menglong didn’t feel even a twinge of pain parting with a mere one billion euros.

I wonder what expression Her Majesty of England would have if she knew about this incident.

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"Menglong, what exactly does your family do?" Lu Yiyao couldn’t help but ask that evening. She knew Zhang Menglong’s family was wealthy, but now it seemed what she knew was just the tip of the iceberg.

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"Digging for gold, collecting rent, dabbling in finance, starting companies—it’s all in a day’s work!" Zhang Menglong laughed as he spoke. Zhang Menglong wasn’t lying, it’s just that their mining involved the world’s gold, coal, and diamond mines, collecting rent from countries all over the world, and their dabbling in finance meant lending money to governments worldwide, earning interest from them.

"That bodyguard of yours, called Ye Yin..."

"He’s someone my family has trained for a long time," Zhang Menglong said, "And we have ten thousand more just as capable bodyguards as him!"

"Keep dreaming!" Lu Yiyao knew that Zhang Menglong must be holding back on some details—after all, there had to be a reason he wasn’t telling everything. Lu Yiyao didn’t pry further. As long as Zhang Menglong was still himself, that was all that mattered.

After another night of rest at the estate, Zhang Menglong and the others prepared to leave. The princesses from various countries left one by one, looking dejected. Who knew when they would have such an opportunity again?

"Mr. Zhang, I’ll see you off here. I hope you’ll visit again when you have the chance," Haigen said sincerely to Zhang Menglong.

"Thank you for your hard work during this time," Zhang Menglong nodded, about to head to the airport when he noticed two very familiar faces.

"Mr. Lei, Mr. Gu?" Zhang Menglong was surprised. He thought the two of them had returned to Huaxia already.

"Why are you guys here?" Zhang Menglong asked.

"Mr. Zhang, we are here to ensure your safety," Gu Yuanwu said with a sigh of relief upon seeing Zhang Menglong and his companions unharmed. It seemed that the psychics and mutants from other countries hadn’t chosen to make a move in Frankfurt.

"Ensure my safety?" Zhang Menglong was puzzled.

"That Immortal Pill is of great importance; they won’t rest until they get it. They dare not make a move in Frankfurt, but if you were on an international flight, they might very well target you," Gu Yuanwu explained, "They wouldn’t believe that a dog ate the Immortal Pill. You might be in danger."

Zhang Menglong couldn’t help but feel amused and exasperated. If he were waiting for Gu Yuanwu to protect him, his body would be cooling in the Mediterranean by now.

It was clear those countries regarded the Fighting Spirit Pill as crucial, even willing to strike directly within Frankfurt’s borders.

"I don’t think that’s necessary," Zhang Menglong shook his head. Those people’s bodies are probably shark food by now. The grass over their graves is likely over a meter tall, and yet you’re here to ’protect’ me?

"Mr. Zhang, I’m not joking; I’m serious!" Gu Yuanwu said earnestly. "They’re not ordinary people... There are things I can’t tell you, but even if you had a squadron of fighter jets, it’d be difficult to return home safely!"

"Holy shit, how did you know I have a squadron of fighter jets?"

"I..." Gu Yuanwu was at a loss for words for a moment. He was just making an analogy to underscore the seriousness of the situation, but based on Zhang Menglong’s response, it seemed like he actually had a helicopter squadron? Maybe it was lent to him by some country?

Gu Yuanwu had actually investigated Zhang Menglong’s family but found nothing special in the files beyond him being a major shareholder of several companies. Apart from that, there was no military or political background—just a thoroughly typical businessman of the second generation.

"Mr. Zhang, I’ve arranged a special channel to get you out of here. Follow me."

Seeing Gu Yuanwu’s earnest expression, Zhang Menglong felt like telling him that his bodyguard had already taken care of those people, but saying that would inevitably lead to future complications.

"There’s no need, Mr. Gu," Zhang Menglong shook his head, "My private jet is ready for takeoff. Maybe you can hitch a ride on a SF Express plane?"

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