Chapter 58 The Invitation of the Braid

Moreover, these people have already accepted the money, which definitely falls under the category of bribery. If they testify in court, they themselves won't be able to escape charges of bribery and abuse of power.

Even if they're unlucky enough to be investigated by law enforcement for Holt buying these materials, as long as Holt doesn't admit it, no one can do anything to him. Unless there's evidence that directly nails Holt for murder, otherwise, the high-priced legal team Wang Xiuyuan hired can have a good debate with the prosecutors.

To really move against Wang Xiuyuan, there's still a long way to go. Breaking through so many links isn't that easy. Even if Holt eventually betrays him, solid evidence is needed to bring Wang Xiuyuan down.

Do they really think all these people Wang Xiuyuan painstakingly befriended are just for show?

He donated to the police department, sponsored Ronald Reagan's presidential campaign, and led a group of Second-generation rich in starting businesses—do they really think none of this has any effect?

As long as there's no evidence that can directly nail Wang Xiuyuan, the moment he's taken to the police station, a flood of interrogation calls will follow.

Moreover, America's wealthy won't allow law enforcement to take any wealthy individual without solid evidence, even if that individual is of Chinese descent. As long as he's an American citizen, it's not allowed.

These people are smart and understand very well that once certain boundaries are crossed, they'll suffer too. So, they'll spontaneously protect the common interests of this circle.

Once their own interests are involved, these wealthy individuals will be incredibly united.

After careful consideration, Wang Xiuyuan still believes the benefits of this matter far outweigh the risks, making it worth taking the chance.

"Holt, verify the information on these materials one by one. If everything checks out, start with the Peace Gang in Boston.

Try to bring them back alive, including their families. Make sure the operation is clean and leaves no loose ends."

"Yes, boss. I have channels for weapons. I know what to do."

Holt turned to leave, but after walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something and came back.

"Boss, someone came by this morning to deliver an invitation for you, inviting you to a banquet in Chinatown next Friday night."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiuyuan didn't even bother to look up, saying dismissively, "Just decline such things. I'm not interested in attending these meaningless banquets; they're a pure waste of time."

Ever since Wang Xiuyuan made his fortune, invitations to banquets have been flying in like snowflakes. He knows full well that these people only invite him because they're after the money in his pocket.

Wang Xiuyuan has always prided himself on being smart. He understands the principle of building a network with money better than most, so he selectively attends some high-end business banquets.

If the organizer's status and assets aren't up to a certain level, he won't even bother. Banquets held in Chinatown are a typical example.

The highest-rated hotels in all of America's Chinatown areas are only three-star. Even for relatively high-end banquets organized by Chinese Associations, they'll find a five-star hotel outside Chinatown as the venue.

"Boss, this time it's a bit different."

Wang Xiuyuan immediately became interested: "Oh? What's different? Tell me."

"The person who delivered the invitation this morning was dressed very unusually.

How should I put it? His hairstyle and attire were like someone from over a hundred years ago, ancient times. It looked very strange."

Holt simply described it, but as soon as Wang Xiuyuan heard, he knew exactly what image it was. Wang Xiuyuan, who originally had no intention of attending such a low-end banquet, immediately changed his mind.

"I understand. Remember to reply to them later that I'll attend the banquet on time next Friday night."

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...Night.

Late night.

Hu Zhenxiang, the boss of the Peace Gang in Boston, arrived at his residence in Cambridge under the escort of two thugs. Cambridge is separated from downtown Boston by just a river and is part of Boston.

Hu Zhenxiang is the third child in his family, so his subordinates in the gang respectfully call him Third Master Hu.

Hu Zhenxiang's wife and children live in a luxurious villa in Boston's Chinatown. As a gang boss, Hu Zhenxiang's private life naturally isn't that well-behaved; mistresses and side lovers are inevitable.

Although Hu Zhenxiang is a gang leader, deep down, he's someone who loves to learn.

He definitely can't get into studying books, but that doesn't stop him from keeping a female MIT student as his mistress. He's always believed that at least one of the two heads should do something related to learning.

The ancestors taught it well: live and learn.

Tonight was the day for his secret rendezvous with his mistress, so he came to this villa near MIT.

After getting out of the car, Hu Zhenxiang frowned as he looked at the dark villa.

Every week on this day, he spends the night here. His mistress would definitely be waiting for him at home, but now all the lights in the villa were off, making him vaguely feel that something was wrong.

Hu Zhenxiang raised his left hand to look at his wrist. The watch's hands clearly showed it was already past 1 a.m.

A thought flashed through Hu Zhenxiang's mind: 'Maybe it's because it's so late now that she's already turned off the lights and gone to sleep.'

It's normal for Hu Zhenxiang to think this way. It's not like forty years later with so many entertainment options to pass the time. In these days, if you don't go out at night, you can only read or watch TV. Most people turn off the lights and sleep around 10 p.m.

"You two go back first. Come pick me up tomorrow at 2 p.m."

"Yes, Third Master Hu."

"Yes, Third Master Hu."

After sending away the two troublesome subordinates, Hu Zhenxiang opened the villa's door.

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