Just then, a jeep pulled up, and a dark-skinned man wearing sunglasses got out. He was dressed in a grass-green uniform and had a black beret on his head.
He was none other than Sanka, the big boss of this area. He was not tall, but looked extremely wiry. He clapped his hands and got out of the car.
"Haha, as expected of Mr. Huang's prized general, he can remain calm no matter what situation he faces. I admire him."
"Sangka, long time no see." Liu Kun grinned and walked over to hug Sangka.
“General,” Baal said grimly, “they won’t hand over their weapons.”
Sanka laughed, then suddenly turned around and slapped Barr hard across the face several times.
Barr stood upright, letting Sanka slap himself hard several times.
“How many times have I told you?” Sanka said seriously, “Kun is my friend. Can he be treated the same as others?”
"I'm sorry, General. I understand. I will never make such a mistake again." Baal bowed deeply.
"Haha, Mr. Kun, let's go in." Sanka ignored Bal, glanced at him, gave him a meaningful look, and then led Liu Kun and the others inside.
Yubang is a rather chaotic place; it's mostly rural and doesn't even have roads.
Many people do not grow crops, but mainly grow some prohibited items. However, the Sangka's palace is extremely magnificent, with villas, swimming pools, and more than a dozen bikini-clad beauties by the pool.
Compared to the poor and remote places outside, this is like another world.
Ye Xingchen glanced around and saw people in grass-green military uniforms standing all around, each holding a weapon.
But judging from this lively party, Sanka seems to be someone who knows how to enjoy life.
Sangka told Liu Kun's other brothers to go and rest, while Liu Kun, along with Ye Xingchen and Chen Ye, carried the goods and followed him to a pavilion.
"Sangka, the goods are all here, 120 kilograms, not a gram less." Liu Kun gestured for Ye Xingchen and Chen Ye to put down the goods they were holding.
"Good, good, haha, it's so comfortable doing business with you, Mr. Kun." Sangka laughed heartily, gesturing to the people around him to inspect the goods.
A short, dark-skinned man walked up, opened a briefcase, took out a package of goods, picked out a bit with the tip of a knife, sniffed it, and then nodded to Sanka.
"Don't worry about my goods. You won't find any purer goods in the entire southwestern border region," Liu Kun said with a slight smile.
"Don't worry, but there's been a little trouble with my money; it won't arrive until tomorrow." Sanka grinned. "So..."
Without further ado, Liu Kun instructed Ye Xingchen and the other man to put away the goods they were carrying.
“Mr. Kun, we’re old acquaintances, can’t I be half a day late?” Sanka asked with a smile.
“Sangka, we’re old buddies, you should know the rules better.” Liu Kun replied with a smile: “Cash on delivery, that’s the way of the trade. Half a day late? There’s no such rule. Friendship is friendship, but business is business.”
Sanka looked troubled, then stood up and said, "Mr. Kun, to be honest, I've been fighting fiercely with those old rivals lately, and military spending has been quite high."
"The money won't arrive until tomorrow. How about this: I recently produced a batch of US dollars, and they're extremely realistic. I'll exchange three times the amount of US dollars for the goods you have."
Sanka clapped his hands as he spoke, and then a girl with bangs walked in. From her profile, she was very pretty.
However, there is a deep scar on her face, which can still be vaguely seen even though her bangs cover part of it.
The girl placed a suitcase she was carrying on the table, then opened it, revealing a box full of brand-new US dollars.
These US dollars were obviously fake, but they were made to look incredibly realistic. Liu Kun took out a stack of them and examined them in his hand. Then he pulled out one of the bills and held it in his hand to feel it. Looking at the print and watermark, he was quite surprised: "Did you print this?"
"Of course, haha, this is a new business I developed. This is my expert, Chen Qian." Sanka laughed heartily. "This kind of money is almost indistinguishable from the real thing. How about that? Aren't I generous enough?"
"So, will you be using this method to settle payments from now on?" Liu Kun wasn't stupid; he stared at Sangka and asked.
“Of course, I think this is a win-win situation,” Sanka said smugly. “Three times the profit, you’re making a profit no matter how you look at it.”
Liu Kun closed the box in his hand, slowly shook his head and said, "Sangka, let's settle the account the original way."
"What? You think my method won't work?" Sanka's expression changed slightly, showing some displeasure.
“If you do this, you naturally have channels to sell it, but I don’t.” Liu Kun shook his head and said, “If I accept your method, I will have to find a way to develop a new business in the future, which is too risky for me and not worth the risk.”
“Four times the loan, one bill becomes four bills, how about that?” Sanka took a puff of his cigar and glanced sideways at Liu Kun.
"I'm sorry, no amount of multipliers will do. General, you'd better find a way to get the payment. I can wait until tomorrow at the latest. If the payment isn't received by tomorrow, I'll take my brothers and head back home," Liu Kun said calmly.
"Moreover, we made a wasted trip. I will never come here again, and our business relationship may be over."
Sanka's expression was somewhat gloomy. He never expected Liu Kun to be so unyielding. He puffed on his cigarette, thinking of a solution.
"The general is giving you business because he thinks highly of you, Liu Kun. Don't push your luck," Bal said coldly from the side.
"Just because he gives me face, does that mean I have to take it? Why should I?" Liu Kun turned to look at Baer.
Barr stared intently at Liu Kun, then suddenly waved his hand and took a step back.
As he retreated, a dark-skinned, short but extremely wiry man leaped up and attacked Liu Kun.
The opponent raised his knee and struck Liu Kun's vitals.
Ancient Muay Thai master?
A thought flashed through Ye Xingchen's mind: this short man was from Southeast Asia, and judging from his fighting style, he belonged to the ancient Muay Thai style.
These people are not just for show; the ancient Muay Thai they practice is all about killing, and they aim to take lives.
His knee strike followed by a throat lock, a two-pronged attack, could kill a person instantly.
Without a second thought, Ye Xingchen stepped forward, quickly pulled Liu Kun aside, and then reached out to meet him. He released his true energy and slightly guided the opponent's punch, deflecting it.
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