"This..."

Upon hearing the benefits Hao Jian mentioned, Bafil hesitated, unable to suppress the greed in his eyes. As a minor warlord, he could only barely survive in this slum.

At most, he bullied the impoverished residents here, demanding some food to survive, or otherwise capturing a few women to play with.

But when it came to making money, that was absolutely impossible. Everyone was already impoverished; where would there be any wealth? At most, some gold and silver jewelry, and even that was rare.

However, what Hao Jian talked about—a hundred million U.S. dollars—was different. This was not their local Central African Franc, and their country's currency system had collapsed the moment the war began.

But these U.S. dollars were different; it was international currency. As soon as he left the country, he could use this money elsewhere to live well, without being stuck in this wretched place anymore.

But now, what Hao Jian was saying was just an empty promise, mere words without any indication. How could Bafil believe it? Yet he didn't dare question too much, clearly aware of the strength of those under Hao Jian's command. If they set their sights on them, there would be no need for their warlord organization to exist anymore.

Their strength was enough to compel them to act. Being able to negotiate with him in such a tone was already giving him enough respect.

If he was still uncooperative, perhaps what awaited him wouldn't be good words, but rather, being beaten to a pulp or worse.

Seeing Bafil's hesitation, Hao Jian shook his head secretly. He understood that Bafil wouldn't believe this kind of talk, but he was also too lazy to use force to make him submit. He then took out a bank card from his pocket, on which was printed "Swiss Bank."

"This is a Swiss Bank card, with no password. You just need to go to the Swiss Bank to withdraw the money when the time comes. There is thirty million here. Once the matter is resolved, the remaining seventy million will be given to you."

"With this deposit, you should be able to take action, right?"

"This..."

Looking at the bank card in Hao Jian's hand, Bafil was hesitant, a little reluctant. This thirty million was a huge sum, but he was still worried that Hao Jian wouldn't give him the remaining seventy million.

Seeing this, Hao Jian was speechless and took out another card from his own belongings, casually tossing the two cards to Bafil, saying, "These two cards add up to fifty million. That should be enough for you to take action, right? After it's done, I'll give you the remaining fifty million."

"But once you agree, you must properly complete the tasks I assign. And you needn't worry about anything; as long as you follow my instructions, you can minimize your losses."

Looking at Bafil, Hao Jian's gaze was indifferent. This was his final bargaining chip. If Bafil still didn't agree, he would just take the cards back and leave with his people.

After all, having one more Bafil didn't offer much extra help. He mainly wanted to have a surprise element, though he wasn't very hopeful about it.

"Alright! I agree!"

Taking the bank cards Hao Jian tossed over, Bafil gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing a fierce glint. Isn't it just Baldeke? Let's do it! He had never seen so much money. Winning this time meant getting so much money; at worst, if he failed, he could just flee with the money.

Anyway, fifty million was already a lot.

With Bafil agreeing, a smile appeared on Hao Jian's face. He then turned his head, waved his hand at him, and began walking outside, his voice drifting back.

"You just wait here for my order. I'll contact you when the time comes. You don't need to think of ways to contact me. You'll know what to do when the time comes."

"Alright!"

Bafil nodded, gripping the bank card slightly tighter.

"Boss, what did you go do?"

When Hao Jian returned, his subordinates had already packed up everything they needed. Seeing Hao Jian return, they showed curiosity, though only Tao Tao, who feared nothing, dared to speak. The others just waited quietly.

"Nothing much, just found a group of helpers."

Hao Jian smiled, not minding.

"Is it Bafil?"

Upon hearing Hao Jian's words, Evelyn's eyes flashed, and she blurted out.

"That's right!"

Hao Jian didn't hide it, nodding. But after he nodded, Tao Tao muttered, "Those people are so weak, I could handle all of them myself. Do we really need them?"

At these words, Hao Jian chuckled, saying, "These people will be useful at the time. They'll definitely surprise you. Just wait and see!"

Hearing Hao Jian say this, these subordinates had nothing more to say. Since their boss said so, if they dared to question further, they could expect a beating from him.

"Alright, that's it. Let's head over first, and be mindful of the items you're bringing."

Once inside his room, Hao Jian grabbed his gear and led his twenty subordinates, marching out majestically. Once determining the direction, Hao Jian activated twenty percent of his strength, darting down the road like a fleeting shadow.

As for those behind him, they were giving it their all to keep up. Even with Hao Jian using only twenty percent of his power, it required them to exert eighty to ninety percent of theirs.

It was only at times like these that they longed for the appearance of a vehicle. With just one car, they wouldn't need to run on the ground, staring at Hao Jian's distant silhouette, which was truly a bothersome feeling.

However, the car Hao Jian drove couldn't accommodate them all; it could carry at most five or six people, while there were twenty-one of them. Unless they used a helicopter, they'd have to rely on running.

Luckily, Mongomo is just over a hundred kilometers from Anisock, and with their strength, they could endure. Of course, it was nighttime, which reduced their sprinting speed considerably. Hao Jian considered this and gradually transitioned from sprinting to a normal run.

Even so, it only took Hao Jian four hours to reach Anisock with his subordinates. Then, they spent another half hour to reach the meeting spot agreed upon with Xia Hou.

The place agreed upon with Xia Hou was an entrance to a valley. It was more of a ravine than a valley, with mountains on both sides reaching just around a hundred meters high, hardly mountains at all.

As it was not yet the agreed time, Hao Jian let everyone rest here for a bit. The valley's entrance offered a wide field of view, allowing them to detect and address any issues promptly.

Everyone grabbed a sleeping bag and set up for rest on the spot.

By mid-morning, Hao Jian and his group sat under a tree chatting when they saw a large group rushing towards them in the distance. Leading the way was a Special Forces squad brought by Xia Hou, followed by a group of Africans, roughly three hundred in number.

Upon seeing these people arrive, Hao Jian's brows furrowed slightly. He was primarily relying on these Government Forces, but only three hundred came. How was he supposed to manage that?

They had to remember, Baldeke's base alone had over ten thousand soldiers outside. This many men would just be cannon fodder.

Despite these thoughts, Hao Jian didn't let it show on his face. Instead, he approached Xia Hou with a smile, knowing that Xia Hou's remaining ninety-something Special Forces soldiers were his main asset here.

"Sir, sorry for the wait!"

Upon seeing Hao Jian approach, Xia Hou respectfully saluted, which Hao Jian returned, saying, "We agreed on this time, Mr. Xia Hou, so there's no such thing as waiting."

"By the way, let me introduce you, these twenty people are my subordinates."

As he spoke, Hao Jian gestured to his men. Xia Hou followed his gesture, eyeing the twenty individuals whose bodies subtly radiated killing intent, causing Xia Hou's pupils to contract slightly.

It was because he sensed a dangerous aura emanating from these men. Combined, this aura made his hair stand on end.

"Alright, pull back your aura, don't scare Mr. Xia Hou."

Hao Jian, noticing this, gave his subordinates a stern glare.

"Heh heh."

The twenty men chuckled sheepishly, quickly retracting their auras. Having been trained by Hao Jian, they had been taught the technique of concealing their presence by him.

After all, they were versatile warriors, needing to master various techniques, and learning to conceal their presence was a must.

"My subordinates are a bit mischievous, apologies if they've caused Mr. Xia Hou any amusement."

Seeing these guys obediently pull back their aura, Hao Jian's expression eased considerably. He turned to Xia Hou with an apologetic smile.

Hearing this, Xia Hou quickly waved his hand, saying, "It's nothing, it's my fault, Mr. Xia Hou that I fell short."

"Are you the expert Xia Hou mentioned, the one collaborating with us?"

Just as Hao Jian was about to speak, a voice with a heavy Spanish accent interrupted. Hao Jian glanced over to see a man standing over 1.9 meters tall, with a robust build and an expression of arrogance and disdain.

"And you are?"

Hao Jian's eyes gleamed slightly. This man's strength was quite decent, though compared to Xia Hou, it was merely a close match.

"Sir, this is Pearson, the commander of this Government Forces operation. His temper is a bit fiery. I hope, sir, you won't take it to heart."

Xia Hou spoke in Huaxia language, which Pearson apparently couldn't understand, otherwise Xia Hou wouldn't have said it. Nonetheless, considering Pearson's pride, he spoke in a soft voice only Hao Jian could hear clearly.

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