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

“It will succeed no matter what, it’s just a matter of how much we have to sacrifice,” Ding Ze said casually.

The sacrifices were something all the leaders could understand.

After all, how can there be no sacrifices in war?

"How many do you estimate will need to be sacrificed?" a leader asked.

Ding Ze smiled slightly, "Sixty to ninety percent."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

hiss~~~

Ten thousand went, and nine thousand never returned?

That's fucking scary.

Instinctively, the group of leaders exchanged bewildered glances.

Then, very tacitly, all the leaders made a decision.

"Then we'll have to spend money to hire people."

"Each of us is responsible for recruiting about a thousand people, so it's not a big problem."

"Give us more money; this is money to save our lives."

"Indeed, I think we should give each person $100,000."

"I can see it."

Hear this.

Ding Ze almost choked on a puff of smoke.

Good heavens! These bosses are unbelievably stingy.

$100,000 to buy your life?

Even though Mexican lives aren't worth much, they shouldn't be treated this cheaply.

It's worth noting that Abruzzi offered each of those mercenaries two million US dollars.

Ding Ze felt it was necessary to interject.

Otherwise, these stingy people might send seven thousand misfits to South Africa, which would only make things worse.

"Ahem, stop, guys. I don't have high expectations for the seven thousand men you've sent. I don't expect them to be like those professional mercenaries, but at least there's one basic requirement: they must be proficient in using firearms to destroy targets."

"100,000 US dollars per person, I'm afraid that won't meet the requirements."

Ding Ze said this.

“Mr. Ding, that’s achievable. The people we can hire for $100,000 will be proficient in using firearms, know how to throw bombs, and even be skilled at human bombing,” a leader said with a smile.

Ding Ze: "..."

This is crazy.

Mexicans are indeed worthless.

Ding Ze felt a pang of pity upon hearing this. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Well then, since you're paying for it yourselves, I shouldn't interfere too much. I'll just mention the conditions offered by Dongfeng Security."

"Dongfeng Security pays each of those mercenaries two million US dollars to keep them alive. In addition, they receive a reward of one hundred thousand US dollars for each person they kill in South Africa."

As soon as these words came out.

boom!

The meeting room exploded.

"Mr. Ding, two million US dollars? In Mexico, two million US dollars is enough to start a suicide squad!!"

"Mr. Ding, you can't just throw money around like that! It's outrageous!"

“Mr. Ding, why don’t you give us the money and we’ll send you a suicide squad of 10,000 men? Let’s forget about guns and just start bombing.”

"..."

Ding Ze was speechless.

It's outrageous.

It’s so outrageous that his mother opened the door for outrageous things. It’s so outrageous.

"Stop," Ding Ze said, seeing that the bosses were about to go on and on. He felt he had to stop them and quickly said, "Bosses, please allow me to say something."

"The poor have a fate too. We should still do good deeds in our lives, don't you think?"

The group of leaders fell silent.

After a while.

"Too."

"Mr. Ding is right."

"I was poor once too."

"However, Mr. Ding, we definitely cannot afford two million US dollars per person."

"..."

Ding Ze smiled and said, "As I just said, Dongfeng Security will give a reward of $100,000 for every person killed after we arrive in South Africa."

"When you're hiring, include this amount in your budget."

"I suggest we don't assume these people are completely gone. Maybe, in the end, 40-50% of them will be able to come back."

After listening.

The group of leaders discussed the matter and quickly reached a consensus.

Three hundred thousand US dollars per person.

In Mexico, this is already an incredibly good price.

Many people would be willing to die for this money.

Ding Ze still felt the price was a bit low, but he didn't intend to interfere any further, so he nodded and said, "Okay, then, to ensure that everyone's recruitment efforts go smoothly, let's talk about the second reason I came here this time."

Felix was startled when he heard this.

What was bound to happen has finally happened.

The group of leaders immediately guessed the second reason and turned to look at Felix.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the conference room was indeed somewhat oppressive.

Ding Ze smiled, ignored him, and continued, "Mexico City sending so many soldiers to Guadalajara is not a good thing for the group."

"I've also heard that Mexico City is planning to take action against Mexico City because of this incident."

"Is that so?" Ding Ze asked with a smile.

Felix's face was frosty, his brows furrowed, and he remained silent.

Among the group of leaders, some of them liked Felix, so they didn't say much at this time and remained silent.

The remaining leaders were different; after exchanging glances, they spoke up.

In an instant, each word from these leaders was like a sharp sword, piercing Felix's chest again and again.

Little by little, Felix's perpetually melancholic face darkened to a point where it seemed to be bleeding.

Chapter 240 Let's get rid of Ding Ze!

Guadalajara.

In the conference room of the InterContinental Hotel.

Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, shifted slightly, turned to Felix, and chuckled, "Felix, this is a big problem. Have you figured out how to solve it?"

At this moment, Felix's emotions were incredibly complex.

There was tension, worry, and anger.

He founded the Guadalajara Group, and although Ding Ze did contribute significantly to its establishment, he did not fail to do so.

But the Guadalajara Group is his; it's his life's work!

Ding Ze just suddenly showed up here, acting like he owns the Guadalajara Group.

What the hell is this?!

Felix grew angrier the more he thought about it.

The problem is, we can only suffer in silence; there's no other way.

What else can we do? Fight against Ding Ze, a murderous man who is practically a warlord?

If you can't win, you'll die.

Not only will I die, but my whole family will die!

Felix felt incredibly aggrieved. He gritted his teeth and spoke up, "Raphael has to turn himself in!"