My American magical life
Chapter 791 - 791 36 Leader 3_2

791: Chapter 36 Leader 3_2 791: Chapter 36 Leader 3_2 “It should be, so I need your help.

There is a limit to what one person can do.

Recently, I’ve also established a think tank with Crusoe, Wolf, and others.

If you’re interested, you can come and exchange ideas too.”

“Okay, but right now Eris is…”

The voice of the legendary big BOSS grew fainter and fainter, and the brothers hiding and idling silently breathed a sigh of relief.

A person’s reputation casts a long shadow; in San Rodolfo, you wouldn’t question whether Sheriff Gru is up to the task.

“Let’s go, hurry back.”

No sooner had the lead idler and his brother stepped out of the distribution room than they were spotted by Cheng’s bodyguards.

“Why are you here?”

“We are employees of West State Logistics, just came out for a smoke.”

“Your work badges?”

“Here, take a look.

If that’s not enough, I can contact my supervisor, but brother, you understand, we all…”

“Driver’s license or other form of identification, sorry.

This man is an undercover LAPD officer, responsible for Sheriff Gru’s security, and he will check your identity.”

As a retired LAPD police chief, isn’t it normal for Gru to be protected by a few LAPD officers to prevent retaliation from certain criminals?

Facing a circle of muscular men, for the first time ever, the lead idler felt the happiness of being a law-abiding American citizen.

Turns out, being law-abiding is actually quite nice.

“Hold on….OK, you can leave now.

And remember, don’t talk nonsense.”

Before the elevator doors closed, the small employee from the idler group finally mustered the courage to glance at Cheng Daqi and Gru’s bodyguards left near the helicopter.

At that moment, he realized something inexplicable—the focus wasn’t on the black helicopter.

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Riel and Gru’s female secretary stood outside the conference room door, with him and a few others responsible for Cheng’s personal safety, providing a false sense of security for Cheng.

As the leader of a newly formed interest group, Cheng faced opponents so formidable and unpredictable that no matter of personal security would suffice if someone really wanted to ‘flip the table’ and get rid of him.

“Isn’t ten people a bit too much?”

Riel wasn’t the sharpest, but he understood that the content Cheng was going to talk about today had to be highly confidential, and there was no need for so many people to be involved in confidential decisions.

“Sheriff Gru’s idea is that he hopes Cheng can meet with the current executives of West State Logistics.

After all, he is the real boss of West State Logistics.

Do you have any objections—uh, what I mean is, these arrangements are changeable if you deem it necessary.”

The secretary, having been with Gru for a long time, could sometimes come off as domineering.

However, today she was particularly empathetic and sensible, considering that Cheng was only in his twenties, her considerate behavior might last until retirement.

“I have no objections; let’s proceed as planned.”

Thus, before meeting the ‘big boss’ in the conference room, West State Logistics executives were thoroughly frisked by Riel and his men.

But no one dared to complain.

This was nothing compared to what happened with Cyrus.

Cyrus didn’t even have a chance to be suspected, as they watched, watched as Gru nodded and his subordinates fired, splattering brains.

Yet, as they opened the office door, every single person’s expression ‘stiffened.’

Cheng sat at the head of the table, and Gru, as the former LAPD police chief and current general manager, was seated slightly forward to the side of Cheng Daqi.

Young, unconcerned, no, one should say ‘relaxed,’ beyond that, the strongest impression Cheng gave these executives was that he never looked up the entire time.

He was just playing with his phone, and from the actions of his hands, he seemed to be chatting with someone.

Gru, on the other hand, was flipping through a stack of documents on the side, with one of his subordinates standing behind him explaining things.

What a terrifying scenario.

A big BOSS, previously one of the highest echelons in the American police force, who could kill on a whim, was sitting there as if he was about to report to the real big BOSS.

So, who is he?

“Is everyone here?”

Cheng put down his phone and looked towards Gru.

“Yes, all the executives in San Rodolfo are here.

This is Baiyel, the Chief Financial Officer.

This is…”

“There are too many people; keep a few of the most important ones, and the rest can go about their business.

Gru, you are only responsible to me.

In theory, it should be enough just for me to listen to your report, but some things I do need to see for myself.

Too many people will make it difficult to assign responsibility, and things will get complicated.

Let’s keep it simple.”

Cheng’s management philosophy now resembled that of Achilles, possibly related to the changes in his status.

It’s irrelevant whether you are loyal or not; you take responsibility for the tasks given to you.

As for those who don’t want to take responsibility?

Ha, must say they’re quite brave.

“Baiyel, Greenstone, Pengte stay; the rest can go to work.”

Those not called breathed a sigh of relief, while others felt a touch of regret.

Those who remained, each one was immensely worried.

“Alright, this is Chan, you can consider him the current de facto owner of West State Logistics, here for the eight billion Dollars debt.”

Gru’s explanation answered many of the seated trio’s questions, but yet more questions arose.

West State Logistics is currently under the umbrella of a non-profit organization, which doesn’t even have a legal owner in actuality, but Gru stated that this young man in front of them is the owner.

They can accept this reality, but it made their hearts even more tense.