Hong Kong variety show: My handsome son, Kwan, is a master at making money in Hung Hing.

Of the eight billion US dollars that Qin Tai won in the God of Gamblers competition, after deducting taxes and two billion US dollars to establish a charitable foundation with the God of Gamblers, Gao Jin, a full five billion US dollars were managed by Tong Keren's family. With the help of the plot and character settings, Qin Tai was happy to be a hands-off manager and keep the wealth in the family.

Now that Mr. Tong has pulled this stunt, it can be seen as giving Qin Tai an opportunity to teach him a lesson.

"Great, that's satisfying!"

The kitten snapped its fingers, and Qin Tai dutifully fulfilled his duties as a bodyguard, expressionlessly accepting the numerous briefcases worth one hundred million US dollars and the bonds worth eighty million US dollars.

Ryuzaburo's lips curled into a smile: "Very well, since you dare to ask for more money, I think your greed will not disappoint me! As your first task after joining the Red Army, I hope you can help our organization find the whereabouts of the traitor Hirata!"

"This guy is a traitor. He not only knows the Red Army's core secrets, but he also absconded with a lot of the organization's assets. He's planning to defect to the CIA. Find him!"

The kitten confidently raised a seductive smile: "This kind of thing is a piece of cake for me!"

The charming woman with her captivating smile almost made Taro turn into a lovesick fool, his eyes practically glued to her.

Ryuzaburo swallowed hard, suppressing his fervor, and continued to throw out bait: "This is your first mission after joining the Red Army, so it must be done perfectly. The capture operation requires my full participation. I will send people to assist you, because I need to see Hirata die to relieve my hatred!"

"This..." the kitten feigned hesitation, looking troubled, "If I act with you, wouldn't that expose my intelligence network?"

"What, is there a problem?" Long Sanlang feigned displeasure and pressed, "Now that you've joined the Red Army, we're all close friends and brothers! I've even introduced you to my right-hand men, the Red Army's moneybags, the Miyagi father and son. With such sincerity, what are you worried about? I spent 180 million US dollars, can't I get a sincere attitude in return?"

"OK then!"

When the kitten finally agreed, Ryuzaburo was overjoyed, and a cunning glint of triumph flashed in the eyes of the Miyagi father and son.

As long as Ms. C participates in Hirata's investigation, she will inevitably have frequent contact with the Red Army's high command, which will be their best opportunity to figure out Ms. C's core intelligence network.

That Hirata guy was secretly executed by the Red Army long ago; it's obvious they had ulterior motives.

Once they get hold of the core secrets, the kitten's usefulness will be over, and then they'll be able to do whatever they want with her.

"Haha, it's a pleasure doing business with you!"

Ryuzaburo's lips curled into an exaggerated smile.

To everyone's surprise, the kitten's smile widened even more: "No, no, no, working with you is not pleasant at all, so I've changed my mind!"

"what?"

Long Sanlang was stunned. Before he could react, he heard a few clattering sounds, and several small, dark iron pieces suddenly flew into the air. Upon closer inspection, they instantly caused people to turn pale with horror.

Grenade?

boom

The deafening explosion, accompanied by blinding flashes of light, caught the Red Army elites completely off guard. Wang Jianjun, Xiao Lin, and others had been lying in ambush for a long time. They suddenly launched an attack, their guns spitting flames, mercilessly turning the more than thirty Red Army elites, who had already lost their weapons, into sieves.

Yes, it can definitely be used as a filter.

Such brutality must be fueled by national and personal vendettas.

"Damn, bullets are so expensive, don't they know to use them sparingly?!"

Qin Tai was both amused and exasperated.

Wang Jianjun scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "Sorry, boss, I don't know why, but when I see these Japanese devils, my fingers feel like they're welded to the trigger. I can't feel at ease until I empty the bullets!"

Other veterans nodded in agreement, expressing their pride: "Sending so many bullets to their deaths is too good for them!"

Qin Tai was speechless, and gave him a thumbs up in admiration: "Well done!"

"Ms. C, what exactly are you doing?"

Ryuzaburo was terrified as heavy gun barrels were pointed at his head, while the Miyagi father and son huddled together, trembling. They were the only three survivors.

"Alright, stop with your hypocritical pretense. Your purpose is too simple; it's obvious. After we deal with that Hirata of yours, won't you do the same to us?"

The kitten ignored the guy, its eyes filled with mockery.

Ryuzaburo's face was ashen, and his heart sank to the bottom: "Since you've seen through me, I have nothing to say about the winner taking all! But as a warrior with the spirit of Bushido, I demand a fair one-on-one duel!"

"I come!"

Wang Jianjun, Li Xiangdong, Xiao Lin, and others eagerly raised their hands, rubbing their hands together, ready to try it themselves.

Sure enough, during the battle against that little bastard, the fighting genes in the blood of all Chinese people will be awakened.

"Quiet down, everyone. It's obviously a trap, and you all believe it?" Qin Tai said calmly. "This guy has been hiding his strength. His combat power is only slightly inferior to Wang Jiu's. The chances of you losing in a one-on-one fight are too high."

what?

Are these Japanese devils really that strong?

Wang Jianjun, Gao Jin, and the others looked grim. The memory of being brutally beaten by Wang Jiu was still vivid in their minds. If they were to let this little devil give them a good beating, losing honor would be a small matter, but losing face for the country would be a big one.

"What?! You even know that?!"

Long Sanlang's face was congested, and he had a feeling of frustration, as if he had no strength to exert and had hit a cotton ball.

All their last calculations have failed!

Qin Tai clapped his hands, and Cheng Haiyao, Kaixin, Elizabeth and the other two girls slowly walked out, their eyes filled with intense hatred and murderous intent, deeply disgusted with Long Sanlang, the culprit who had ambushed and killed their sisters.

"you......"

Long Sanlang was shocked. His pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and cold sweat soaked his back in an instant.

Something is wrong, nine out of ten is wrong!

These female assassins had actually been working with Ms. C all along?

Doesn't that mean that this meeting was essentially a trap, and he walked right into it? It's laughable that he thought he had everything under control and was scheming against Ms. C!

"Yes, yes, that's the expression!" Qin Tai sneered. "Go to hell and meet Amaterasu Omikami with your so-called stifled Bushido spirit!"

Without hesitation, Cheng Haiyao pulled the trigger. With a loud bang, even the most skilled Long 040 Sanlang couldn't dodge the bullets. Blood spurted from his knees, and he immediately knelt on the ground in pain. Kaixin and the other girls followed closely behind, firing accurately at the target, leaving Long Sanlang rolling on the ground like a gourd.

But three seconds later, he was riddled with bullets.

Thus, the story of Ryuzaburo comes to an end!

The standard remains the same: if you can shoot, don't talk nonsense, especially those island bastards from Japan. They don't deserve to die in a one-on-one duel. Qin Tai disdains to make a move. Does he really think that any nobody has the honor of dying at the hands of a grandmaster?

"Thank you, boss!"

Cheng Haiyao, Elizabeth, and the other six girls, with tears in their eyes, offered their heartfelt thanks.

Qin Tai said, "Since you are my people, anyone who dares to provoke you is going against me. This little punk is still jumping around on Dragon Kingdom soil; he's simply courting death!"

Their domineering protectiveness, formidable strength, and reliable abilities have caused the six female assassins' sense of security and loyalty to skyrocket.

Through a combination of kindness and severity, they all reached a level of confidantship of 85 or higher.

"Boss, what should we do with these two idiot pigs?"

Wang Jianjun glanced disdainfully at the Gong Mu father and son, who were kneeling on the ground begging for mercy and were terrified.