I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Click!"

Suddenly, a change in the situation made everyone in the room immediately alert as they grabbed their guns and aimed them at the door.

"Nayi zuote!" Zhang Menglong made a gesture.

"Huh?"

"Meow meow meow?"

These newly hired mercenaries, all puzzled, looked at Zhang Menglong. The gesture seemed to indicate to fire, but what did that phrase "Nayi zuote" mean?

Was it a dialect from somewhere in Huaxia?

"The whole lot is a mess!" Zhang Menglong slapped his forehead. "I meant for you to take care of all those idlers!"

"Yes, boss!"

"Boss?" Everyone was startled. Wasn't their boss Jiger Shark? How did this Asian youth suddenly become their boss?

About a dozen mercenaries suddenly opened fire on the other mercenaries in the room. The people in the room hadn't even realized what was happening before they fell to the ground.

Weren't they all comrades? How did they suddenly betray Jiger Shark and even shoot at them? Who could explain what was going on?

But now, the only one who could explain it to them was probably Yama.

There weren't many mercenaries in the room, and being caught off guard in confusion, they were almost wiped out before they even had a chance to react. Even if a few managed to fire back, they only managed to injure two of Zhang Menglong's men.

One of them even rushed to Zhang Menglong's front to shield him from bullets. Although the bullets didn't hit any vital areas at that moment, it was clear that as long as the pay was right, these mercenaries really were willing to die for him!

As for why they were so easily turned, Zhang Menglong boldly guessed that it was probably because Jiger Shark had owed them money. Otherwise, once word of this got out, no one in the Xuli Region would dare hire them as bodyguards in the future.

"Are you okay?" Zhang Menglong looked at the mercenary; he wasn't actually afraid of bullets, but the mercenary's act of shielding him with his body was still quite touching, even if it was motivated by interest.

"I'm fine!" the mercenary patted his chest. "Our bodies are the toughest; this injury is no different from a mosquito bite!"

"Good fellow," Zhang Menglong casually took out a diamond and tossed it to him, "This is what you deserve!"

The mercenary's eyes instantly lit up with surprise.

This diamond was almost as big as a quail's egg. With its size and luster, as long as it was expertly cut, it could easily fetch a million US dollars!

He had only shielded Zhang Menglong from a single shot that hit his abdomen without even harming his organs. Wasn't this shot too profitable?

The others looked on, unable to hide their envious expressions. If they had been a bit quicker, maybe that diamond would have belonged to them now.

They immediately perked up, ready to shield Zhang Menglong from bullets at any moment—not for the diamond or anything, mainly because they liked being human shields.

But at this point, the only ones still standing in the room were three people besides them.

Jiger Shark, a silver-haired youth, and a green-haired loli stood on either side of him. In front of them on the ground lay several deformed bullets as if they had been fired at something extremely hard.

Facing the intrusion of Zhang Menglong and others, they merely showed some surprise without any panic. They had faced such situations countless times, some even several times larger than this.

"Sartre, is this how you still do business with me?" Jiger Shark looked at Sartre, his gaze flashing over Zhang Menglong, and in his eyes, Zhang Menglong even saw a trace of admiration.

"Fuck, I'm going to vomit," Zhang Menglong thought of this man being gay, feeling his stomach churn as the night's dinner stirred in his intestines.

"Jiger Shark, this time I'm just a middleman," with Zhang Menglong by his side, Sartre also had more confidence than usual, "The one who wants to make a deal with you is my friend here."

At this time, Ji Shark finally focused his attention on Zhang Menglong. "Asian?"

Zhang Menglong nodded.

"Kaibong?"

"Qingqiu?"

"Your grandfather was from Huaxia," Zhang Menglong said coldly.

"Hahaha, Huaxia people," Ji Shark laughed, "My favorite is the Huaxia people. Sartre, since you brought me such good prey, you can leave. I will let bygones be bygones for what you have done this time."

"Turn him into a sieve!" Zhang Menglong's eyes suddenly carried a murderous aura.

"Dada Dada!"

The mercenaries didn't hesitate at all and directly aimed their guns at their former boss, followed by a burst of gunfire.

But at that moment, Ji Shark revealed a cruel smile, and the white-haired young man beside him suddenly turned into an afterimage, moving swiftly in front of him.

All the mercenaries, including Sartre, were stunned. Where had they seen such a scene before? Was this still human? Wasn't this something seen only in science fiction movies?

Flash? Quicksilver? This isn't scientific!

In just a few seconds, a whole clip of bullets was fired, and the white-haired young man reappeared. He opened his five fingers, and the bullets clattered to the ground.

"He... he can catch bullets?"

"Monster! He's a monster!"

The mercenaries panicked immediately.

They knew that these two were highly skilled; even ten of them couldn't beat one in a fight!

But they never knew that these two also possessed such abilities, which clearly surpassed the category of humans.

"Originally you all could have lived, but since you've seen secrets you shouldn't have, I'm afraid you all have to stay here," Ji Shark said. These two were his biggest trump cards and the foundation of his establishment in this place. Only when he was at his wit's end would he let them take action.

But once they did take action, Ji Shark would kill anyone who saw everything.

"But before that, I want to ask you one question," Ji Shark addressed the mercenaries, "What exactly made you turn your guns on us?"

"The reason is simple," said the mercenaries, though still frightened, they responded directly, "He pays us five times what you do, and he paid a whole year in advance. We've never seen such a generous boss!"

"Exactly, you haven't even paid us for last month yet. We work for you just for the money. Strictly speaking, if you don't pay us, we can work for someone else any time!"

"Did you hear that?" Zhang Menglong spread his hands, "They are my bodyguards now."

"You have a lot of money?" Ji Shark looked at Zhang Menglong. A rate of $100,000 a month was already very high in this place, let alone multiplying that by five and paying a year's salary in advance—that would amount to tens of millions of US dollars! Was he crazy, or did he just have too much money to spend?

"Fairly wealthy," Zhang Menglong said, "Just leaking a little through the cracks in my fingers could crush you."

"You're very arrogant!"

"Fairly arrogant, I guess. With a gay like you, if I were your dad, I definitely would have slammed you against the wall back in the day!"

"Huaxia man, are you trying to provoke me?" This title didn't turn Ji Shark off; instead, he became more interested in Zhang Menglong. "I'll keep you by my side for a year, then kill you!"

"I originally just wanted to do business properly," Zhang Menglong sneered, "but now I've changed my mind!"