People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

Abruzzi almost couldn't help but ask, "After you've dealt with this treasure, wouldn't it be better to retire and enjoy life with hundreds of billions of dollars?"

That's hundreds of billions of US dollars!

Abruzzi was forced into silence for a moment, his mind a little confused.

Seeing this, Ding Ze chuckled, "What are you thinking about?"

Abruzzi shook his head blankly, "I just suddenly feel like I've lost my purpose in life... Boss, even if we work until we die, we might not be able to save up hundreds of billions of dollars..."

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze understood and explained to Abruzzi with a smile, "The important thing in life is the process. After all, the result is the same; everyone has to die."

"John, you should have some hobbies."

"How about we go to Las Vegas another day?"

Abruzzi was genuinely interested in gambling and regained some of his energy. "Okay."

The two chatted for a little while longer.

Seeing that it was almost time, they ended their chat and got up together to meet Peter Gayev.

-

It was almost midnight.

Ding Ze and Abruch arrived at a Russian restaurant owned by Peter Gayev.

It was Abruzzi's idea to set the meeting place in Peter Gayev's territory.

In Abruzzi's words, they are now in a cooperative relationship, and there has to be give and take. It's not good for Peter Gayev to risk his life by constantly going to their territory, so they also have to show some respect.

Only in this way can we maintain long-term cooperation.

That's how they can sit at home and collect money for a long time.

Ding Ze had no objection. He didn't think that Peter Gayev, who had just delivered so much money the night before, would suddenly act crazy and want to take action today.

In a blink of an eye.

Ding Ze and Abruch sat down opposite Pyotr Gaev and Andrei and took the initiative to greet them.

Of course.

Because both Ding Ze and Abruzzi were wearing human skin masks, both Peter Gayev and Andrei were completely bewildered.

“We’re still wanted by the FBI, so we have to use some tricks to get around. I hope you two don’t mind,” Ding Ze explained with a smile.

Peter Gayev and Andrei, upon hearing this, understood and nodded.

Peter Gayev then spoke up, warmly asking Ding Ze and Abruzzi if they wanted anything to eat.

It's lunchtime, so we still have to eat.

Ding Ze didn't stand on ceremony and ordered food.

After ordering, Peter Gayev asked the waiter to move away, then looked at Ding Ze's face curiously again and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Ding, is that a mask you're wearing? It looks exactly like a real one."

Ding Ze raised his hand and touched his face, grinning, "Because it's real. I cut off this person's face and processed it into a mask using some methods."

As soon as these words came out.

Peter Gayev: "..."

Andrei couldn't help but shudder, "o((⊙﹏⊙))o!!!"

After about two seconds of silence, Peter Gayev spoke with a clearly unnatural expression, "Mr. Ding, you have some good methods. No wonder the FBI couldn't find you."

"When you're out in the world, you need to have some skills to hide," Ding Ze said with a smile, accepting the praise readily.

Peter Gayev smiled in response, pondered for a moment, and said, "So, Mr. Ding can become whoever he wants?"

Ding Ze could roughly guess why Peter Gayev wanted to meet with him and talk.

Peter Gayev simply wanted to assess whether he was qualified to accept that 20% of the money.

That being the case...

'Then don't blame me for scaring you.'

Ding Ze thought to himself and nodded, "Pretty much. To give you an example, if I find someone who is about the same height and weight as you, Mr. Gaev, then I can take your face and put it on that person's face. Wow, for a while, that person will be like you, Mr. Gaev."

The words, which were indeed somewhat chilling, reached my ears.

Peter Gaev's eyelids twitched involuntarily, and his expression became even more unnatural. At the same time, he couldn't help but miss Russia.

Peter Gayev is homesick.

Does Chapter 95 have tanks? I want to buy one!

Peter Gayev understood what Ding Ze meant and felt a chill run down his spine. At the same time, to be honest, he was also quite surprised.

After all, Ding Ze and Abruchi came to his territory without any men, and then just laughed and threatened him?

Putting everything else aside, this kind of courage is truly remarkable.

Peter Gayev took a few deep breaths silently to calm himself down before managing a weak smile. "I hope this kind of thing never happens."

The time has come.

Peter Gayev already had a fairly solid understanding of Ding Ze.

First of all, Ding Ze's abilities are beyond doubt. Otherwise, someone like John Abruzzi wouldn't have been willing to follow him, much less so decisively give up everything in Chicago to come to Miami. Miami wouldn't have become what it is in such a short time.

Secondly, Ding Ze is a crazy person; he's the kind of person who dares to do anything!

Outstanding ability plus enough madness...

According to Peter Gayev, Ding Ze will either do something earth-shattering in the future, or he will suddenly die because of madness...

In conclusion, regardless of Ding Ze's final fate, for now, it's not a bad thing for the Russian gangs to associate with him. However, they need to draw a clear line to avoid being implicated by Ding Ze's madness...

Peter Gayev made his judgment.

Ding Ze then spoke up, "I hope so too."

Peter Gayev, not wanting to discuss the masks any further, got to the point, "Mr. Ding, now that we're cooperating, I'd like to ask about Carlos and Matteo's situation. What are your thoughts?"

"Those two are ultimately uncertain factors, and they will affect my business and plans."

Ding Ze nodded and smiled, not answering immediately, but instead took out a cigarette and asked Peter Gayev and Andrei, "Do you two smoke?"

Peter Gaev and Andrei both nodded.

Ding Ze then circulated the cigarettes around, lit one for himself, and said, "I'll be going to Mexico in a few days."

"In about half a month to a month, Carlos will no longer be a problem."

"As for Matteo..."

"Let me put it this way, the Columbia gang will soon be leaving Miami and even America."

As soon as these words came out.

Pyotr Gaev and Andrei were genuinely shocked and instinctively excited.

“Mr. Ding! What do you mean?” Peter Gayev asked hurriedly.

Ding Ze grinned. "Mexico borders Colombia. It's much easier to ship Colombian specialties to Mexico than to the United States. You can understand that, right?"

Peter Gaev and Andrei nodded together.

"My plan is to find a boss in Mexico, have this boss integrate the major plazas in Mexico to form an alliance, and then have Cartel in Colombia abandon its retail business in the United States and switch to wholesale, while this Mexican boss takes over the retail business in the United States."

Ding Ze calmly stated this in one breath, and then asked Peter Gayev with a smile, "What do you think of this plan?"

Peter Gayev was speechless: "..."

how about it?

This is absolutely delusional!

How could such a thing possibly be done?

There's no way anyone can do that except a god!

Peter Gayev suddenly began to seriously doubt whether his earlier feeling was wrong; that Ding Ze, the man in front of him, was actually an idiot…

So, instinctively, he looked at Ding Ze again.

Unable to pinpoint the exact reason, Peter Gayev felt that Ding Ze seemed quite confident!

Peter Gayev's feelings were incredibly complicated. "Mr. Ding, to be honest, I think you're daydreaming."

Ding Ze shrugged it off, took a leisurely drag on his cigarette, and said, "Is that so? Then let time prove it."

Peter Gayev frowned slightly, clearly puzzled.

Where does this guy get his confidence from?

Does this guy really think this kind of thing can be accomplished?

Or does this guy have some special trump card that could make this happen?

Peter Gayev's mind raced for a moment. Then, although he still felt that Ding Ze's plan was too absurd, considering that the plan did not require him to contribute anything, he composed himself, refrained from saying anything more unlucky, and smiled, "Alright, then I wish Mr. Ding all the best in Mexico."

Ding Ze smiled and nodded.