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Following the address Lawrent had given, Zhu Wencong arrived at a company where people were playing poker inside.

Zhu Wencong and Su Yanqiao's arrival didn't disturb them, but rather, a burly man at the door blocked their way.

"Good day, Mr. Zhu! The boss instructed me to wait here for you, and you can talk to me about anything.

These folks are elites the boss brought in, and he said if they don't follow your orders, you can throw them into the sea to feed the sharks.

I will be your personal bodyguard from now on; this is also the boss's instructions. Please do not take offense, Mr. Zhu.

My name is Vasquez, a descendant of Spaniards, a Mexican!" Vasquez introduced himself.

The people playing cards behind them quickly stood up, hastily cleaning up the trash on the table.

It was clear they were very fearful of Vasquez, and they were completely baffled by Zhu Wencong—was this an Asian?

Nobody could believe that their employer was an Easterner; it was simply too incredible.