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

Ding Ze didn't say anything more, focusing on the Sanyi assassin and waiting for an opportunity.

Waited for a few minutes.

The opportunity is here.

Ding Ze decisively pulled the trigger.

Bullets flew out.

Hey, that's pretty lucky.

The Trinity assassin got his head blown off.

Done. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 189 Meeting, Done, Huge Profits

The psychopathic Trinity assassin is dead.

Instantly, and unsurprisingly, chaos erupted in that house.

Ding Ze glanced through the scope, chuckled, and muttered to himself, "You're welcome."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ding Ze quickly put away his gun.

Janet heard Ding Ze's words and asked in confusion, "Who are you talking to?"

“Tell that guy’s children,” Ding Ze replied with a smile.

Janet was even more confused: "???? You killed their father, and they have to thank you?"

Ding Ze smiled and nodded, "Of course."

The gun was already put away. Ding Ze stood up. "Let's talk as we walk."

On the way downstairs, Ding Ze explained to Janet in detail the pathological situation of the Trinity Killer's family.

After listening, Janet finally understood. "So that's how it is. Now that you mention it, you really did a good deed for the people tonight."

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Would I lie to you?"

Of course, the main reason for killing the Trinity assassin was to save Rita, but that can't be said.

Janet rolled her eyes upon hearing this. "Heh, you've lied to me countless times, haven't you?"

"Haha, is that so? Then pretend I didn't say anything. Get in the car, we're going back," Ding Ze said with a smile.

Janet was speechless. "You bastard."

The two bickered as they got into the car and drove away.

It was already quite late, but the night view was still pretty good.

Panasonic music was playing in the car; everything was fine.

It was past 10 p.m. when we got back to the Lijing Seaside Hotel.

Too lazy to go out any further, the two ordered some fruit and a bottle of red wine at the front desk and returned to their room.

Upon arriving at the room, they took a shower first. After that, the waiter brought in their things and left. Then, the two of them turned on the water and lay down in the bathtub.

A bathtub is a wonderful thing; it's so comfortable to soak in it.

The two of them soaked in the water, eating fruit and drinking red wine, enjoying the night.

The night is getting darker.

The two fell into a deep sleep.

It's a new day, a little after nine in the morning.

After washing up and packing a few clothes, the two headed straight to the airport to meet up with Abruzzi and the others, and then boarded a plane to Las Vegas.

After getting off the plane, I left the airport.

Because they had been in contact yesterday, Philip-Bourne, the owner of Caesars Entertainment, arrived at the airport early this morning with his men to greet them. He immediately saw Ding Ze and his group and, without hesitation, greeted them with a broad smile, "Mr. Ding, everyone, welcome, welcome."

At this moment, Philip-Bourne had lost all his former charisma and was even somewhat obsequious.

This change is also quite interesting.

Of course, that's perfectly reasonable.

After all, just over a month ago, Ding Ze and his gang not only wiped out the entire families of many other casino owners, but also managed to bring Las Vegas to its knees.

Who the hell could mess with such a mad and powerful killer?

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Bourne. I'm sorry to trouble you today."

“Mr. Ding, you’re too kind. It’s my pleasure,” Philip-Bourne said obsequiously.

As they talked, everyone got into the car and headed to Caesar's reading room.

On the way, Philip-Bourne was incredibly proactive, saying to Ding Ze, "Mr. Ding, I know your rules, and I'm willing to follow them."

Ding Ze was a little confused, "What rules of mine?"

“Twenty percent,” Philip-Bourne replied.

Ding Ze was delighted, and his goodwill towards Philip-Bourne increased dramatically. "So that's what it is. Then I won't stand on ceremony."

"However, the situation is different in Las Vegas. In Miami and New York, we're asking for 20 percent of the turnover."

“In Las Vegas, you probably can’t afford 20% of the turnover. Let’s change it to 20% of the monthly profit.”

Philip-Bourne had indeed heard that it was 20% of the turnover. At this moment, seeing that Ding Ze was actually willing to lower the price, and by such a large amount, he was genuinely delighted.

You should know that if Ding Ze insisted on taking 20% ​​of the revenue…

Wow, if that were converted into profit, it would probably be 50% or 60% of net profit.

That would be terrible.

Now things are much easier.

Even if 20% of the net profit is gone, there's still 80% net profit left, which is pretty good.

“Thank you, Mr. Ding,” Philip-Bourne said sincerely.

“You’re welcome. It’s true wealth when everyone gets rich. I’m not greedy,” Ding Ze said with a smile, then added, “The plan is this: the money for the subscription is legal funds.”

"I'm here to open a branch of Dongfeng Security. When that happens, Caesar will sign a security contract with this branch, and the 20% will be paid in the name of security."

Upon hearing this, Philip-Bourne nodded in agreement without hesitation, "Okay, no problem."

That's how it was settled.

True.

Receiving payments in this way would require paying a large sum in taxes, which is not cost-effective.

But money isn't the point.

Ding Ze's plan was that the security company in Las Vegas was essentially a branch of Dongfeng Security, but in reality, it was an independent security company with an impeccable background.

This security company will be used specifically to handle defense contracts in the future, so it's a clean pawn... at least it's clean in terms of documents no matter how you check it.

So, I might as well pay some taxes; it's not like I'm short of money anyway.

Not long after, the group arrived at the Caesar Reading Room and sat in the luxurious conference room that Philip-Bourne often used.

Without a single problem, Ding Ze was seated in the main seat.

Ding Ze was too lazy to bother with any formalities of modesty and sat comfortably in the main seat.

“Mr. Ding, would you like something to eat or drink?” Philip-Bourne asked solicitously.

Ding Ze asked Janet, "Is there anything you'd like to eat?"

“I’d like some fruit and mineral water, I’m a little thirsty,” Janet said.

“Okay, it’ll be right there,” Philip-Bourne said with a smile, then asked Ding Ze, Abruzzi, and Vincent, “Would you like some Cuban cigars?”

This can be done.

Abruzzi quite liked smoking cigars. "Okay."

Having gotten the information, Philip-Bourne hurriedly left the meeting room to make arrangements.

Five or six minutes later, the fruit platter, mineral water, and cigars were all delivered.

“Well then, Mr. Ding, some of the bosses have already arrived. Should I go and call them now, or wait until everyone has arrived?” Philip-Bourne asked.

"Let's wait until everyone arrives."

"Ok."

Before you knew it, it was noon.

More than twenty business owners from all over the United States, led by Philip Byrne, entered the conference room where Ding Ze and others were. Then, without a single fault, they politely expressed their respect to Ding Ze.

Ding Ze responded, suddenly feeling as if he had become the Godfather in the movie "The Godfather".

I have to say, it felt pretty good.

Ding Ze chuckled.