I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 468 - 466: Damn, it’s huge!

"Super... super wealthy? Does that count?" Sartre showed a sullen expression.

Obviously, Zhang Menglong was just teasing him!

"Mr. Zhang, if you're going to meet with Thorn Shark, I suggest you still bring that magical bodyguard team!" Sartre suggested.

Actually, he wasn't worried about Zhang Menglong's reassurance, but rather his own safety.

Now, when he did business with Thorn Shark, he would send his men, but not once did the men he sent come back unharmed.

For instance, if he sent ten people to make a deal, only about five or six would return, and most of the rest were almost always killed by Thorn Shark for various inexplicable reasons.

Living in such a war-torn place for an extended period, people's minds can easily become twisted. Once they get a moment of leisure, they release their pent-up emotions through various means and methods.

Some choose to drown themselves in alcohol, others waste away on a woman's belly, some vent their stress in casinos, while others become twisted inside and take pleasure in overpowering men, adding male upon male; even more are fascinated by bloodshed, becoming addicted to killing.

This Thorn Shark had two major hobbies: one for men, and the other for murder. Luckily, Sartre was quite ugly and did not fit Thorn Shark's aesthetic. Otherwise, his chrysanthemum would probably have bloomed the first time he did business with Thorn Shark.

The first time he did business with Thorn Shark, he lost more than 20% of the profits. If he didn't compromise, it wouldn't be a matter of whether the deal could be done, but whether he could leave alive!

Clearly, this time he was going to accompany Zhang Menglong, and if Zhang Menglong could dominate this Thorn Shark, that would be fine. But if not, Sartre estimated he would be unlucky this time as well, so the stronger Zhang Menglong was, the more at ease he felt.

"Mr. Zhang, Thorn Shark's two bodyguards are really powerful!" Sartre emphasized again, "Up to now, all the various forces in the Xuli Region have launched dozens of military operations against him. There was even a time when a missile was fired straight at his lair, leaving the entire area within a hundred meters in ruins, yet he still escaped."

"Do you know what my superpower is best at?" Zhang Menglong did not take Sartre's words to heart.

Sartre was stunned. Isn't being wealthy just about being able to buy everything that money can buy? But there is something in this world that you can never buy with money, and that is life!

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"The best thing about my superpower is that I can make others' mine," Zhang Menglong said with a laugh, "Since those two people are willing to stay by Thorn Shark's side, it must be because he can give them what they want."

For the people of the Second World, money is meaningless. When their physical fitness develops beyond humanity, their brains evolve as well, and the development of their brain regions far surpass some of the greatest thinkers.

If they want to make money, whether through physical skills or smarts, that's an easy task for them.

Clearly, they are not with Thorn Shark for money. It's obvious to anyone thinking with their backside that Thorn Shark must be able to provide them with something that lets them advance further in human evolution.

"Let's go, take me to meet this Thorn Shark!" After eating something casually, Zhang Menglong put down his chopsticks. The food in front of him might be considered a delicacy in the Xuli Region, but to Zhang Menglong, it was hard to swallow.

But there was no helping it. The greatest dream of the people in this place is to survive. Delicacies are not a necessity for them, and given the choice, Zhang Menglong would rather eat instant noodles!

"Alright, I'll contact Thorn Shark for you," Sartre immediately arranged for his men to contact Thorn Shark. Thorn Shark's whereabouts were very secretive, and even someone like Sartre needed to use some very special channels to get in touch with him.

Half an hour later, Sartre's men returned.

"General, Thorn Shark's people say the deal can be done. The location is set at the Bohemian Bar in Aletuo City, and they will allow you to bring only one person at most!"

"Just one person?" Sartre couldn't help but punch the wall, "This Thorn Shark is really going too far."

Normally, if two people went, once disarmed, they would be completely without protection.

"Mr. Zhang, let's take some men and kill him!" Sartre was all urgency. If this continued, Sartre would simply not be able to do business with Thorn Shark in the future. The idea of going to Thorn Shark's place with only one person – he didn't have the nerve for that.

"It's fine, just the two of us then," Zhang Menglong said with a smile. "Hong Yi, you stay here. If you need money, I'll contact you."

"Yes, Mr. Zhang," Hong Yi nodded.

"Ye Yin, you stay here to protect Hong Yi," Zhang Menglong instructed.

"Mr. Zhang, I..."

"What 'I'… Do you think you can beat me as I am now?" Zhang Menglong retorted.

Ye Yin was taken aback by that statement. Zhang Menglong was merely at Level Three of the Mythical Realm, and under normal circumstances, Ye Yin could easily crush him!

But last time, facing that Level Two from the Hui Jie family, Zhang Menglong unleashed such terrifying power that he could've killed him a thousand times over!

"Alright, don't think I haven't noticed you sneaking peeks at Hong Yi. Do you like her?" Zhang Menglong teased with a smile. "I'm creating an opportunity for you! I can handle this little scene by myself."

Ye Yin's face turned crimson. Had Zhang Menglong discovered that? He had always thought he kept his feelings well concealed.

"Why pretend? You're overjoyed on the inside, aren't you?" Zhang Menglong said with a lewd smile.

...

An SUV came to a stop in Aletuo City. Unlike the surrounding conflict-ridden areas, this place was like an oasis in the desert, not only a modern metropolis but also bustling and lively.

"Damn, I thought the entire Xuli Region was decked out in beggar-chic style!" Zhang Menglong joked.

"Hahaha, Mr. Zhang, you should know everyone needs something to believe in, or else war has no meaning. To every warrior here, this place is heaven. When they're tired from the battlefield, they come here. If anyone dares to ruin it, they'll be an enemy of everyone in the Xuli Region," Sartre explained.

"Makes sense," Zhang Menglong nodded. "These shop owners aren't ordinary folks, right?"

"Of course not. Without some skill, you couldn't even set up a stall here," Sartre said. "The Bohemian Bar we're going to is owned by one of the regime leaders. Outside they might be at war, but in this city, no one dares to cause trouble. However, I've heard that the Thorn Shark has some connections with that leader. Choosing to do business here seems to point to that."

"Let's go!" Zhang Menglong put on a mask and sunglasses and walked directly into the bar with DJ music playing. In this city, nobody shows their true face. It's quite possible to have a drink with someone tonight and face them on the battlefield tomorrow, so it's better not to recognize each other.

The Bohemian Bar was huge, almost the size of a small shopping mall in Huaxia, encompassing various types of businesses. It was a hotspot for influencers to conduct their trades.

"Click!" Zhang Menglong took a selfie and posted it to his social media.

Sartre's lips twitched involuntarily. Everyone else came here for war, and you're acting like a tourist? Taking photos and checking in? How can you be so relaxed?

"Mr. Zhang, we've arrived." According to the agreed location, they were to make the deal in a private room on the third floor of the bar.

"I'm Sartre, here to trade with Thorn Shark," Sartre said to the dozen fully armed men outside the door.

The men exchanged glances. It seemed that their superiors had briefed them on this matter.

"Strip off your clothes!" A dozen guns were pointed straight at Sartre.

Sartre appeared to be used to such scenarios. He stripped down to his underwear, then walked to the front.

"Fuck!" Seeing the astonishing bulge, Zhang Menglong cast an envious glance.