Height 160

Zhu Wencong discovered that Americans really have guts; they dare to tackle anything.

Maybe that's the hallmark of a capitalist country, where if the money is right, assassinating a President is nothing out of the ordinary!

Yoris left with an excited expression, the old man looking like a mischievous boy.

Zhu Wencong greatly admired the American spirit and determination, something desperately needed on his own side.

"Boss Su!" Zhu Wencong called out to Su Yanqiao, who had started leading a team by then.

Su Yanqiao punched Zhu Wencong, "How come you're becoming more and more leisurely, it must be because I've taken over your role!

It was your job to do these things, but you've dumped it all on me, you're so hateful!"

Zhu Wencong glanced at the secretary team behind Su Yanqiao, their numbers increasing, young and middle-aged alike.

Initially, it was the girls arranged by Madam Liu Baofeng, who were like child brides, but ended up being intercepted by Zhu Wencong.