151: Chapter 148 The security here has always been very good.

"Heh, this is nothing. There are quite a few large repair shops around here; ours is considered small-scale. Besides, not far from here is the Tenderloin District. There are many cars there that need repairs, so we don't have to worry about business."

Lao Qi replied quickly. It was evident that he was exceptionally polite to Li Changsheng, and Li Changsheng understood that this was thanks to Elder Zhang.

His speculation about the identity of the old man's son became a bit clearer in his mind.

Through the unusual reactions of the people in this factory and the hidden assets, it wasn't hard to guess the other party's identity, given that Chinese people could create such assets in a foreign land while remaining so low-key.

"Being close to the Tenderloin District, doesn't that mean the public security here isn't very good?" Li Changsheng asked in return.

"The public security is definitely good. There is still a certain distance from here to the Tenderloin District; it takes over ten minutes to drive there. Rest assured, as long as you don't keep walking outside of Chinatown at night, it's still very safe here..."

Halfway through his sentence, a roar of an engine came from outside the repair shop, followed immediately by a series of thumping bass sounds—the sound of a car subwoofer blasting recklessly on the street.

Turning his head, Li Changsheng saw an American muscle car, looking like it came straight out of a war zone, drift and park steadily outside the repair shop.

Looking closely, one could see quite a few holes on the exterior of the muscle car; it was self-evident what had caused them.

The hood and several other parts of the car were emitting smoke, creating an ethereal scene.

The car door opened, and a thin Chinese man with a mohawk jumped out, followed immediately by several Chinese men with bandages wrapped around their arms.

"Those Mexicans! Damn it, they actually snuck into my lair! These guys are really unscrupulous. It seems they got jealous because we made too much money on that deal last month." The man with the mohawk spat the gum he was chewing onto the ground, still cursing:

"Damn it, we got cornered. If we weren't quick-witted, we would have been done for. But the goods this time are completely down the drain."

The man paused, waved his hand, and laughed: "Hey, Xiao Gu, you guys help put out the fire and replace the shell of my car. This car definitely can't be driven out again, and change the license plate for me too!"

The man was so caught up in his enthusiasm that he walked up to one of the mechanics with a grin and affectionately patted him on the shoulder.

"Xiao Gu, why aren't you saying anything? The car! My car is about to explode!"

As he spoke, the man felt a bit suspicious, wondering what was going on today and why the atmosphere among everyone felt so wrong.

"Uh... Brother Li, let's not look over there. We don't know this person. You know the US isn't like back home; it's very chaotic, and all sorts of messy people..."

Lao Qi said this while preparing to lead Li Changsheng further inside.

"Hey, Lao Qi, why are you running away? What do we do now that the goods are gone? Should we go screw them or screw them?"

The loud voice of the mohawk man rang out from behind, and Lao Qi's footsteps stopped abruptly.

"Um... Lao Qi, why don't you handle your business first? I can just look around by myself, right?" Li Changsheng looked at him with a complex expression.

Even if he was oblivious, he could tell now that this repair shop definitely had issues. As for whether "the goods" were the kind of goods he understood them to be, he didn't know.

"This..." Lao Qi looked embarrassed, and at the same time, couldn't help but turn around and glare fiercely at the mohawk man behind him.

Knock, knock, knock! Just then, the door of an office inside the repair shop was knocked on from the inside.

Immediately after, a slightly aged voice rang out: "Lao Qi, go busy yourself. And Brother Li, right? Come in for a moment. I am the boss here; let me chat with you."

The person didn't come out, but upon hearing this, Li Changsheng saw Lao Qi's expression relax.

Seeing this, Lao Qi spoke a few words to Li Changsheng and then hurried off to handle his business.

Li Changsheng glanced suspiciously at the office and walked in without hesitation.

Entering the office, the space wasn't large; it was somewhat similar to a security room, very simple, with only a desk, a chair, and a filing cabinet.

However, there were quite a few things placed here, with various documents piled up like a mountain, though it was unclear what they were recording.

"Brother Li, I have some difficulty moving around, so I'll chat with you while seated."

He saw an old man with half-white hair sitting in a wheelchair, with a thin blanket covering his legs. His face looked quite amiable, giving off the feeling of a security guard grandpa.

However, the temperament he occasionally revealed was extremely sharp, especially his eyes. Even though his eyes contained a smile, those sharp, hawk-like eyes seemed to convey something.

"It's fine. You have mobility issues, and I am just an outsider anyway." Li Changsheng waved his hand.

The old man nodded.

"Brother Li, right?" He looked at Li Changsheng with a smile. "Elder Zhang introduced you. Actually, he greeted me and asked me to take good care of you and not let you get involved."

"But now you should know what we do. However, rest assured, we won't force anyone to join."

"It's just that I'm quite accurate at judging people. Before, I thought you were just a young brat from back home here for a vacation, but now I don't think so anymore."

As he spoke, he tapped his knuckles on the desktop. At first, Li Changsheng didn't think much of it, but as he listened, he felt it was very familiar, and his eyebrows couldn't help but rise slightly.

Seeming to sense Li Changsheng's abnormality, the old man smiled and said: "Sorry, it's an old habit of many years. I like to tap on something when I'm speaking or thinking."

And at this moment, Li Changsheng realized that the person was tapping out the classic old song, "Night Shanghai."

"Brother Li, you must have committed a crime back home before coming here, right? Have you killed anyone?"

The old man's sudden change of topic made Li Changsheng freeze, and he nodded unconsciously.

"Oh? How many people have you killed?" Hearing this, the old man suddenly became interested.

This time, Li Changsheng pondered for a moment. Thinking that this was the US, and that the other party's place was clearly not clean either, he spoke the truth: "Thirty or forty-something, I guess."

His tone was casual, but the old man's eyelids twitched upon hearing it.

"Brother Li, you know that our place isn't clean either, so there's no need to cover things up here."

"Hmm, that's about the number. The exact amount should be forty-seven." Indeed, that was counting Jiang Wenqiang.

Hearing this, the old man shook his head, clearly not quite believing it. However, he was still certain that the young man in front of him had definitely killed people and seen blood. Because those eyes couldn't be faked.

"You also saw it today... We aren't doing ordinary business here, nor are we doing things that normal people should do. In other words, we aren't good people!"

The old man said, and Li Changsheng just nodded.

"Elder Zhang told us to settle you in and try not to let you get involved in the business here. However, I can see clearly what kind of person you are; you probably aren't content with the status quo, right? Do you want to come and earn some extra money with us?"