I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 696 - 694: I Bet There Are No Bullets in Your Gun

After hearing Zhang Menglong's translation, the pirates were also stunned.

They used to be mercenaries who prowled for money, disregarding individuals, before finding and joining the lucrative business of piracy. Now, having been pirates for nearly ten years, they had encountered their professional Waterloo for the first time.

"What does 'seeing pirates for the first time is so exciting' mean?"

Whipping out a camera to take photos the moment you see pirates, is that something a person with a functioning brain would do? Even a decade-long cerebral hemorrhage wouldn't result in such idiotic behavior, right?

In the past, every time they robbed a ship, all it took was a glimpse of their guns for people to scream and flee in terror, or be so scared they couldn't even muster the strength to run. At most, some would attack them in a fit of panic.

Taking out a camera and forgetting to turn off the flash was beyond their comprehension!

Zhang Menglong slapped his junior on the head, "What's with the flash? Is that polite? Turn off the flash before you take a photo! And remember to photoshop the picture for them later. That's the bare minimum of respect, understand?"

"Understood, senior brother!"

One of the pirates knew a bit of the Huaxia language and relayed the conversation between Zhang Menglong and his junior to the others. Their jaws nearly hit the floor.

Hey, is it really about whether or not to use the flash? We are pirates, the kind that kills. Can't you show a little fear? It's going to make us question our lives!

"Gentlemen!" someone from Zhang Menglong's entourage immediately stepped out, showing his identification, "We are South African dignitaries, and this is our most esteemed guest. Our aircraft carrier group is nearby to protect him. We demand that you leave at once, or when our reinforcements arrive, you won't be able to escape!"

"Hahaha, idiots, an aircraft carrier group?" the pirates burst into laughter. The most esteemed guest?

What kind of guest is so important that a country would deploy an aircraft carrier for protection? Even the president doesn't have that kind of clout. Can you simply dispatch a national strategic-level weapon like that?

They knew South Africa had recently commissioned an aircraft carrier, but it was supposed to officially leave port next month. Did they think the pirates didn't follow military news? That was their bread and butter; a misstep in intelligence could have serious consequences!

Facing these jeering pirates, Zhang Menglong's companions had no explanation.

To be honest, if they were pirates, they wouldn't believe the claim of an aircraft carrier protecting a yacht at sea either.

"Even if you really have an aircraft carrier, you're all in our hands now. You said it yourself, 'the most esteemed guests'. You wouldn't want to harm your most esteemed guests, would you? Now, you're at our mercy. Even if the aircraft carrier does come, we're not afraid!"

"Hahaha! Right, if we pirates were cowardly, we might as well quit!"

The pirates mocked them, one after the other.

"Put down everything you're holding, hands on your heads, and squat to the side!" the pirates regained their senses and started to maintain order, "No use of any communication devices!"

"See, this is what you call professional!" Zhang Menglong remarked.

"I see, even though I don't know what they're saying, they do look very professional," someone commented.

"Senior brother, translate for us, I haven't even passed my Level Six English, this is way harder than those listening tests!"

"What Level Six English, they're not even speaking English…" Zhang Menglong said.

"So thrilling, way more intense than any escape room I've played before. This is like a total immersive experience!"

"Senior brother, we're really not going to be in trouble, right? You told us not to be afraid, that's why we dared to act like this!"

Although Zhang Menglong and the others squatted down obediently, they kept chattering non-stop.

"Bang!"

Fed up with the incessant chatter of their captives, a pirate fired a shot at the ground, causing sparks to fly on the deck. The sound of the bullet casing hitting the ground was crisp and clear.

At this moment, the fearlessness of Zhang Menglong's junior brothers and sisters, as well as his senior brothers and sisters, cracked.

This was a real gun! An AK47! A single shot could blow a hole in them!

The last time Zhang Menglong had come out unscathed against sixty fighter jets, it was because his plane had been modified for unbeatable defense and attack. That was how they managed to escape.

But this time was different. This yacht wasn't Zhang Menglong's, so there definitely was no black tech to save them.

Although there was the protection of a carrier battle group, like they said, distant water couldn't save a fire close at hand, and now they were being held hostage.

Those accompanying them were clearly bureaucrats, a bunch of pus - how could they be expected to subdue these pirates?

Upon reflection, it seemed they had no real reliance; what kind of front were they trying to put up just now?

The moment the gun fired, they were all snapped back to reality.

"Senior Brother, they're serious. What do we... what do we do now?"

"Senior Brother, I was the one acting toughest just now. Will they kill me first?"

"Senior Brother, we should've just called those warships over directly. Why didn't you let them come?"

"Don't panic—can't you men have a bit more courage?"

"What are you whispering about over here?" The pirates pointed their guns at them again, "Which one of you is the owner of this ship now?"

"It's me," Zhang Menglong stood up, "What's the matter?"

"Who are you?"

"Come on! Don't you watch international news? You don't recognize Zhang Menglong, the world's richest man?" Zhang Menglong was somewhat speechless and felt slightly offended.

"World's richest man? You're that Huaxia world's richest man?" Hearing this, the pirates were suddenly excited. They had thought he was just the wealthiest man in South Africa—a big catch already—but now they faced the world's richest man!

"Captain! We've confirmed the identities of the people on the ship, the world's richest man is on board!" The pirates immediately reported.

"World's richest man? I know of him! That young man from Huaxia?"

"I don't know if it's him, but he looks really young, probably in his twenties, and speaks Huaxia," another said.

"I'm coming over now!" Gorik grew exceptionally excited. If it were just the richest man in South Africa, maybe they could get a few billion, even ten billion US Dollars as ransom.

But if it were the world's richest man, multiplying the ransom by ten times or even a hundred times wouldn't be excessive!

He had heard that Zhang Menglong's personal wealth had reached 10 trillion US Dollars! That being said, 100 billion US Dollars was just 1% of his fortune; their demand for ransom wasn't excessive at all!

"We've struck it rich!" Gorik was thrilled. Maybe after this job he could just retire, no longer needing to live a life licking blood off of the blade.

Soon, Gorik arrived on the yacht. Gorik was a tall and robust black man, his form akin to a towering black bear, emitting a strong scent of blood and violence.

"Zhang Menglong, world's richest man? A person from Huaxia?" Gorik spoke with the few Huaxia words he knew.

"That's me, what is it?"

"We respect Huaxia very much, so we don't want to harm you. Prepare a ransom of 100 billion US Dollars and we'll release you and your friends!" Gorik got straight to the point.

"What if I say I'm not willing?"

"Simple, I'll ask you one question, you just have to say 'not willing,' and I'll kill one of your friends!" Gorik pointed his gun at the head of one of Zhang Menglong's martial brothers.

"Ah!" The junior sisters by his side screamed in shock.

"Bang!" Gorik fired a shot into the air, "keep quiet!"

Everyone understood his command. The girls covered their mouths, but tears seeped from the corners of their eyes; they were truly afraid.

As for the martial brother with the gun pointed at his head, he had grown weak and limp from fear.

"This is the first time I'm asking—are you willing to give the ransom?" At this moment, Gorik displayed his ferocity to its fullest, leaving no one doubting that if Zhang Menglong said 'no', he would immediately open fire.

"How about we make a bet first!" Zhang Menglong smiled, "I bet your gun has no bullets!"