113: Seraph Mercenary Group

After Butler Wei finished giving all his instructions, Wang Jianguo arrived.

He walked to the spot in front of Shaojun, sat down, and a Maidservant quickly handed him a cup of tea.

Shaojun naturally knew his father's intentions.

"Shaojun, look, your old man here is bored stiff. How about you give me some money so I can start a business with your second uncle?"

Shaojun never expected his father to come up with such a reason to ask for money.

Start a business?

Who was the old man trying to fool? If he hadn't just heard Butler Wei's report, he might have actually believed him.

He had a change of heart and decided to tease the old geezer.

He then said with a smile, "Dad, you want to start a business? That's great! But don't bother starting a business; I'm planning to establish Heavenly Palace Group, and I've already got people making preparations. You and your second uncle can go work at the group then, and you won't be bored anymore."

Huh?

Wang Jianguo was stunned. He came to ask for money, but then he thought, this might work too.

When he goes to work at the group, wouldn't a 20 million USD annual salary be reasonable?

Adding Wang Jianjun's, that would be 40 million USD a year, enough to support Carrot Head and the others.

Wouldn't this also count as getting money?

Thinking of this, he immediately agreed, "Good, that's great! Your second uncle and I will go help out at the group then."

This time, it was Shaojun who was dumbfounded. Old geezer, weren't you here to ask for money?

Why did you agree so readily? No!

There's something fishy!

Is the old geezer already eyeing the group's funds? Oh, so he was waiting for me here.

But he could wait a couple of days; he'd see what news came back from the Middle East first.

"Alright, it's settled then."

The two father and son each had their own thoughts.

Evening!

In a dilapidated small city in the Middle East.

The night was filled with the scent of gunpowder, and gunshots could be heard from time to time.

Clearly, this was a dangerous city.

A relatively well-preserved and luxurious building stood, its entrance heavily guarded.

Inside the building, in a large conference room, dozens of men sat in their seats. Their skin colors varied—Black, White, and Yellow people were all present—yet the conference room was exceptionally quiet.

Just then, a middle-aged man in military uniform walked in from outside.

He came to the high platform and first glanced at everyone present, each of whom represented a mercenary group.

"No more nonsense. Since you are all here, you should understand the objective of this mission. Whoever can help us eliminate the Six-Winged Angel Mercenary Group will receive 10 million USD."

Mentioning this mercenary group made his teeth ache with hatred. If it weren't for their assistance to the rebels, there wouldn't be all this trouble.

He didn't know how many of his soldiers had died at their hands.

Hateful as they were, he had to admit how terrifying this mercenary group was.

If they weren't rooted out, it would be like a thorn in his throat, leaving him uneasy.

However, upon hearing this reward, these people expressed dissatisfaction.

"General, 10 million USD, isn't that a bit low? You know, that's the Six-Winged Angel."

"Exactly, 10 million USD is too low. It should be at least 50 million USD."

"If it weren't for the money, I really wouldn't want to fight them. You might not know, but from what I understand, the members of the Six-Winged Angel are all retired members of the world's top special forces."

The person on the high platform's expression turned ugly upon hearing this. Just as this person said, this was precisely the terrifying aspect of the Six-Winged Angel Mercenary Group.

If it weren't for this, they wouldn't be so helpless against other mercenary groups.

The price of 50 million USD was actually within his acceptable range. Just as he was about to agree,

Suddenly, a loud voice rang out, "No need for 50 million USD, just give me 30 million USD, and I guarantee they will disappear from the Middle East within one day, provided I get the 30 million now."

As soon as these words came out, everyone glared angrily. Everyone else was raising the price, so what was the point of this internal competition?

However, the man ignored their gazes and looked directly at the person on the high platform, awaiting his reply.

And he was the Super Bodyguard who had received orders to come and test Carrot Head and his group.

Naturally, he wasn't the only one who came.

He shouldn't have appeared here, but since he was already here, he couldn't return empty-handed, right?

The Six-Winged Angel Mercenary Group was the name of Carrot Head and their mercenary group.

Seeing that he ignored their expressions, everyone was furious.

"F***, where did this yellow-skinned pig come from? Is this a place for you to be?"

"Holy crap, if you want to compete, go compete back where you came from, don't do it here. Are you too poor to live, you damn bastard!"

"Alright, alright, 30 million, give it to him. I'm not taking this mission. The Six-Winged Angel is not to be trifled with. I want to see what this big-mouthed guy is capable of."

Seeing this, the person on the platform seemed to have made a decision. He raised his hand to quiet them, "Silence! 30 million USD is fine, we can give it to you now. I hope you deliver on your promise. Everyone present can bear witness. If the Six-Winged Angel cannot be made to disappear from the Middle East within one day, I will offer another 20 million to buy their lives."

20 million, plus the previous 30 million, that would be 50 million USD.

This made everyone a bit eager. Compared to the Six-Winged Angel Mercenary Group, they were more willing to offend an unknown mercenary group.

The Super Bodyguard naturally didn't know what they were thinking, and of course, he wouldn't care.

After getting the money, he left the building directly, taking his companions—five Super Bodyguards and thirty top-tier Bodyguards, a total of thirty-five fully armed individuals.

He didn't think anyone here could kill them, unless they were covered by artillery fire. Otherwise, with ample ammunition, even if several times more people came, they would just be sitting ducks.

To take a step back, even if the enemy used artillery fire, they wouldn't panic at all. If worst came to worst, they would just call for reinforcements.

The others watched the Super Bodyguard leave and fell into deep thought.

50 million USD was obviously a huge temptation for them, and they wondered if they should go and cause some trouble.

Of course, they didn't believe that the other party could wipe out the Six-Winged Angel, as the terror of the Six-Winged Angel was truly not an exaggeration.

However, after some thought, many people gave up. Knowing the strength of the Six-Winged Angel Mercenary Group, yet still daring to make such a guarantee, the other party certainly wasn't made of straw.