211: Chapter 208 Operation

After eating a satisfying meal and even earning a large sum of money, Li Changsheng realized he should change his perspective on this place.

Besides the gym, the buffet was also a wonderful place.

Looking at the extra six thousand dollars in his pocket, Li Changsheng nodded. Besides the five thousand dollars from the American-style buffet, there was another one thousand dollars from the chubby buffet owner.

A huge profit!

"Forget it. Since the food you prepared was reasonably fresh, I'll try a different place next time."

Li Changsheng was no fool; he understood perfectly well why those two bosses were so enthusiastic, offering free meals and even giving him money.

"Next time, I'll try a restaurant run by a Black person. That's what they call spreading the love!"

Upon returning home, Li Changsheng casually stuffed the one thousand dollars into Zhang Zijing's arms.

Zhang Zijing was stunned, then smiled and said, "Mr. Li, is there something you need me to purchase?"

"No need. It's just for the food expenses from the past few days. It's not right to keep making you buy food. We are in a cooperative relationship, and that needs to be clear."

Saying this, Li Changsheng returned to his room.

Clutching the one thousand dollars in his hand, Zhang Zijing shed tears of gratitude.

He finally saw some return on his investment.

At first, he had arranged meals for Li Changsheng according to a normal person's appetite, even providing double portions to show their generosity.

Facts proved that this guy was definitely not a normal person. Double portions? It was not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth!

Every day, the food expenses for Li Changsheng alone amounted to five hundred dollars. Of course, this was also because they considered that Li Changsheng had just arrived in the U.S. and might not be used to the local diet.

Therefore, they thoughtfully prepared authentic Chinese food, and clearly, authentic Chinese food here was not cheap.

Later, having no other choice, and to save some funds, the Acupuncture Clinic simply set up a small kitchen and had the only brother in their team who knew how to cook prepare the meals.

This person was now completely nailed to the kitchen, busy all day just for Li Changsheng's meals, and could only rest for a while after nine in the evening.

The next morning, he had to get up early for a big shopping trip; one person was preparing food equivalent to an entire platoon every day.

"Brother Zhang, you're here? What's wrong... is that Mr. Li going to eat again?"

Seeing Zhang Zijing walk down, the man from the Northeast named Ma Donglai rolled up his sleeves and picked up a spatula, ready to work.

It was hard to imagine that he, an intelligence officer, had become greasy and shiny from the fumes in just a few days, looking just like an old cook who had spent years in a kitchen.

"Uh... no..." Zhang Zijing quickly said.

"Is it time to increase the portion size again? Tell me... how many servings this time? Eat! All he knows is how to eat! He'll eat himself to death sooner or later!"

Usually mild-mannered Old Ma was having a breakdown at this moment. He had come here to go undercover and gather intelligence, not to be a cook.

"No, it's like this. Captain Zhou and I discussed it. You should find someone to help you out so you can have it a bit easier."

As he spoke, Zhang Zijing sighed. What a sin; they hadn't even asked the man to take action yet, and funds were already being spent by the bucketload.

Although Li Changsheng had given one thousand dollars, it would only cover the expenses for the first two days. Since he would be staying for at least a month, Captain Zhou would have to apply for more funding from above.

— — In the evening, Li Changsheng was in his room practicing Eight Brocades. Ever since his Breakthrough in Meridian Guidance, his Eight Brocades were no different from the ancient method, and his Qi circulation was very smooth.

Every time he practiced, he felt refreshed and full of energy.

It was only because there were still several hours before sleep that he practiced; otherwise, he would practice less of this in the evening.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Come in!"

The door opened, and Captain Zhou came into view. He walked in holding a document bag with a complicated expression on his face.

"Did you find out clearly?"

Li Changsheng was a bit surprised. Was the efficiency that fast?

"Yes, because we locked onto these two people directly, the investigation was much simpler."

Captain Zhou sighed and placed the documents on the coffee table. Li Changsheng reached out to take them, but found Zhou Guoli's hand still pressing down on them.

"What do you mean?"

"We certainly cannot help you with this kind of matter; it's a personal affair. But since you are key to the upcoming mission, can you guarantee that you will handle things cleanly and not get yourself implicated? If you can guarantee that, I'll give this to you!" Zhou Guoli said calmly.

Hearing this, Li Changsheng couldn't help but chuckle. He smiled and said, "Do you really believe it just because I give you my word?"

"I believe it! This matter is something I helped you look into privately. I am a martial artist. I don't know you particularly well, but I can be certain that I know you better than others do. I believe in your promises!"

Zhou Guoli said solemnly, though, of course, that was nonsense.

He was purely acting based on having read Li Changsheng's resume and background information; roughly analyzing that Li Changsheng was someone who valued promises was enough.

Of course, he also knew very well that he could choose not to help, but he was afraid that Li Changsheng would take action himself, which would create even greater variables.

"According to our investigation, the boss of the Fuxing Gang, Guo Ziming, is currently vacationing near Baker Beach. He's likely trying to lay low and is getting cozy with a Hollywood star he's keeping. The address and security details are all in here."

"As for Freddy, the boss of the Vagos Gang, we discovered that he originally intended to return to Mexico, but recently he seems to have heard some wind of something. So he is hiding in a coastal town in neighboring Tiburon for his vacation. Both of them have similar ideas, but this guy is very cautious. He only left a very small number of people in charge of daily operations for his businesses here. He took the vast majority of his men with him—nearly two hundred people—who are all his trusted confidants from when he was in Mexico. They are highly likely to be armed with firearms. Are you sure you want to take action?"

Zhou Guoli asked again.

"Your information is detailed enough, that's all that matters. I will handle the matter. Rest assured, I won't do something I'm not confident about. Also, is there a car?"

Li Changsheng tapped on the table and pondered.

"A car will be prepared for you. After the matter is settled, handle it outside; just don't drive it back."

Zhou Guoli instructed.

— — Inside a private villa on Baker Beach.

The housing prices in such a famous tourist area are very high, and this villa occupied a large area; not only did it have a private swimming pool, but it also had a sizable private garden.

A portly old man was laughing and playing in the swimming pool with a blonde woman.

The four bodyguards, each standing at a corner of the pool, consciously turned away upon seeing this.

As a Gang boss, although Guo Ziming was not as skilled at investment and wealth management as Master Wen, his methods were ruthless enough, and he had plenty of illicit income.

Therefore, even if he wasn't extremely wealthy, he still counted as an upper-middle-class person in this city. Plus, being someone who mixed in the Gang, he naturally attached great importance to his own security.

Not only were there four bodyguards guarding him at all times, but there were also many overt and covert sentries nearby, and many gunmen on the perimeter keeping watch.

Even for the FBI, it would be tough to storm in within a short time, even if they mobilized a team of one hundred people.