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

“Okay,” Walter said without further ado, and turned to leave.

Ding Ze wasn't in a hurry to leave. He planned to rest there for a while, then release another batch of animals to give Comrade Liddell Eaton a little shock, and also buy some gifts for Skyler and Flynn.

Skyler and Flynn, along with their daughter who may or may not be born, are Walter's Achilles' heel.

Bringing a small gift to build rapport is never a bad thing.

'This face needs to be protected well, otherwise, if we get a new face next time, it'll be a huge hassle to start all over again.'

Thinking of this, Ding Ze silently recited.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

When I took it out, I saw it was Abruzzi's number.

"John, good afternoon," Ding Ze said with a smile as soon as he answered the phone, in a good mood.

Abruzzi has been making arrangements since he got up this morning, and he's exhausted, but he's not in a good mood. "What's so good about it, boss?"

"Huh? What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"It's all because someone is causing trouble in Albuquerque, forcing me to make various arrangements urgently to avoid being caught off guard by the FBI."

"..." Ding Ze was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "Hey, John, when did you learn to be so sarcastic?"

Abruzzi shook his head helplessly, then became serious. "Alright, let's get down to business, boss. I just received news that an old man named Mike has been in Miami these past few days trying to find out about you. What do you want me to do?"

Ding Ze: "???"

Oh, Mike went to Miami?

Okay, that makes sense.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with what Uncle Fried Chicken would do.

“Find him and give him a good welcome,” Ding Ze replied without hesitation.

"Okay, so should we beat them to a pulp, kill them directly, or chop them into mincemeat?" Abruchi wanted to confirm.

Ding Ze was stunned when he heard this.

Good guy!

What is the logic?

“John! I said to treat you well, why did you take it that way?” Ding Ze had no choice but to ask.

The voice reached my ears.

This time it was Abruzzi's turn to be confused. "Huh? Isn't that how it is?"

Ding Ze was speechless: "...Of course not!! Hospitality! Hospitality!! Invite him to dinner, drinks, and beautiful women, and let him visit our headquarters!!! That's hospitality!! Do you think hospitality means chopping someone into mincemeat?"

Abruzzi was speechless and felt slightly aggrieved.

Is this my problem?

Someone like you, offering to entertain...

The right thing to do is to beat them to a pulp, kill them, and chop them into mincemeat.

Abruzzi thought to himself, but of course he couldn't say it out loud. "My mistake, okay, I understand."

"That's good. Tell me what you've been thinking about. Sigh, is there anything else?" Ding Ze sighed and said.

"Gone."

call ended.

Recalling that unbelievable conversation, Ding Ze shook his head, looking sad and somewhat sentimental.

"It's not easy to lead a team."

"Who are these people?"

Chapter 122 I Need You to Kill Me

Miami.

Mike has been here for over a day, and the news he's gathered so far is simply... shocking.

Before coming here, he really didn't expect Ding Ze's strength to be so formidable.

Combined with the news I saw about Albuquerque this morning…

His intuition told him that Ding Ze was determined to get Chicken Uncle, and more importantly, sooner or later Chicken Uncle would have to pay that 20%, he had no choice.

Because the difference in strength is too great, there is simply no way to fight.

In fact, to put it bluntly, Mike truly believed that, back in America, Ding Ze could easily crush Uncle Fried Chicken and his gang if he wanted to.

With these terrible feelings lingering in his mind, Mike was having lunch at noon with a heavy heart.

at this time.

Ron, with two men, approached Mike.

Ron spoke first, smiling warmly, "Hello Mike, I'm Ron, it's nice to meet you."

Mike glanced quickly at the two men Ron had brought, then, without changing his expression, just like Uncle Chicken, he addressed Ron, "Ding Ze sent you?"

Ron smiled and nodded in acknowledgment, "The boss heard you came to Miami and was asking about him, so he asked me to come and entertain you."

entertain?

Mike raised an eyebrow; his first thought was, "I'm going to die."

"Entertainment?" Mike didn't want to die, so he asked to confirm, while at the same time, his mind raced, preparing to run away.

This restaurant is very crowded at this time.

Mike was fairly confident he could make it out alive, but as for how far he could go after leaving the restaurant... well, that was up to fate.

Ron smiled. "Well, it's a treat. The boss means I should take you out for meals, drinks, and beautiful women, give you a tour of our company, or anything else you'd like to do. I can take you there."

Mike, hearing this, was a little confused: "???"

Is this how you treat someone?

what's the situation?

Coming to his senses, Mike was speechless for a moment. "What if I refuse?"

“Sorry, it’s mandatory,” Ron said with a smile.

Mike: "..."

Forced hospitality? What the heck?

Mike was even more speechless, but since he was now in Ding Ze's hands, he had no choice but to nod and say, "Let me finish this meal."

“Okay, take your time eating,” Ron replied, and sat down to the side.

Mike ignored him and continued eating while thinking.

A dozen minutes later, Mike gave up on seeking help, wiped his mouth, and stood up. "You just said you could show me around your company, let's do this first."

“No problem,” Ron agreed readily.

Shortly afterward, the four got into the car and drove towards the woodlands outside Miami.

On the way, Mike decided to ask, "What does your boss want after all this trouble?"

Ron thought for a moment, and deciding that it was something he could say, he replied, "America."

Mike had genuinely never expected this answer and was taken aback, instinctively thinking he had misheard. "America?"

“Yes,” Ron calmly acknowledged.

Mike found it utterly absurd: "...You're criminals, how do you own America?"

“It’s simple, just get rid of the president and install a compliant one,” Ron said calmly.

Mike was deeply shocked and speechless.

They've gone mad, they've all gone mad.

Sure enough, Ding Ze's men were all lunatics too.

They dare to say something like killing the president?

Ron glanced at Mike, and seeing Mike's reaction, couldn't help but chuckle, thinking to himself, 'What if I told you that the boss recently got rid of the Secretary of Defense and the Commander-in-Chief of the Navy?'

Of course, Ron wouldn't be foolish enough to reveal such a thing without Ding Ze's consent.

Mike remained silent, his thoughts a jumble of emotions.

Ron thought for a moment, then realized he had a question to ask: "Mike, what's your relationship with the boss? Is it okay to say?"

Mike listened and remained silent for a moment. He certainly wouldn't mention the Chicken Guy incident. "It's okay. I've only met your boss twice. The first time, he said he wanted to hire me to work for his company."

Ron understood immediately.

This old man is the talent that Ding Ze wants to recruit.

Knowing this, Ron immediately understood what to do next.