Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1168 - 602 Clearing Obstacles for the Junior Once Again_2

Chapter 1168: Chapter 602 Clearing Obstacles for the Junior Once Again_2

Paul Walker gave a wry smile and said,

"I believe you... After taking over for so long, Jason still speaks of you in the same way. I knew you found the right person..."

As the two of them were chatting, Paul’s mobile phone rang.

He pressed it several times, and Sean Knight stood up with a smile, saying,

"Let’s have a drink together when you’re free. Go ahead with your work; I’ll be leaving first."

Paul saw Sean to the entrance until he vanished from sight, then watched from the window as he slowly made his way towards the port, leaving the police station before he sighed deeply.

Even though they both had become wealthy now, he still missed the days when they used to drink and snatch food from each other in Sean’s container house.

Unfortunately, those days could never return.

He found it a bit strange that Sean had come without even a package and there was nothing unusual about him. How did he manage to carry the 100,000 dollars?

Sean returned to the freight yard and entered Jason’s office, where he said,

"Behave more accordingly in the freight yard from now on. I’ve spoken to Paul, so communicate with him in a timely manner if there are any issues on your end. If no one provokes you folks, you should also restrain yourselves. We do business properly and lawfully; if no one bothers us, we shouldn’t cause trouble either."

"Got it, Bosuns," Jason nodded in agreement. "By the way, if someone..."

"The Latino Americans might stir up some trouble in the next two days; you guys don’t need to worry about it. Just pretend nothing happened. If they provoke you, fighting back is fine. But if you start trouble on your own and I find out, the consequences..."

Sean did not finish his sentence, but Jason immediately understood and said,

"Bosuns, you can count on me. I followed you back then just to make some money to support my family. I still hold that thought. I never wanted to be the boss here; I just want to grow the business you entrusted to me. I’m a businessman with principles—past, present, and future."

"That’s good to hear. What about Freya? What has she prepared for food today?"

"She said she’s preparing all your favorites," Jason said with a smile, "and my two younger brothers came back home when they heard you were visiting."

"Great, then let’s go. It’s been a long time since I visited your home."

When Sean left Jason’s home, it was already late into the night.

Jason’s family saw him out the door, and Freya looked fondly at Sean, who somewhat awkwardly escaped to the black off-road vehicle not far away.

"Boss, shall we go back to the villa?" Xiao Li, the driver, asked.

"Yes, to the villa. We are taking action tomorrow, so let’s finalize the plan tonight."

As soon as Sean knew there was an issue at the freight yard, he had already hastily gathered a group of team members for action.

Sean planned to have them arrive early, deal with the matter quickly, and leave as soon as possible.

In the villa’s gym, seven team members were working out on various pieces of fitness equipment, listening to Sean’s briefing.

"This Latin American gang has a total of twelve core members—three leaders and nine key figures. They usually live together in their main area of activity—this used to be a large warehouse, which they extorted from its previous owner.

Our main target this time is these twelve individuals. Of course, the gang also has a sizeable number of peripheral members, and altogether, around forty to fifty people frequently operate out of this warehouse.

According to the intelligence I’ve gathered, these twelve will gather in the warehouse from Monday to Wednesday to plan various actions, such as attacking rivals, seizing goods, or trafficking contraband."

Having said this, Sean looked at his attentive team members and started to joke,

"First off, I have to tell you that this is a private operation. Of course, you can choose not to participate—after all, my requirement is that those twelve must die. To make it easier on your conscience, I’ll also share the reasons why these people deserve to die..."

"Boss, you didn’t really need to explain," one of the seven members, a man with a shaved head, interjected, "We came into this profession fully prepared. We’re paid to get the job done—back in the Old Troop, there were things we couldn’t do due to discipline, and that was only right.

But now that we’re out, we don’t have so many psychological barriers and moral scruples..."

"I understand," Sean nodded, "but I think I still need to tell you, because not everyone is as carefree as you.

This gang, since its inception, has been implicated in one hundred fifteen registered robbery cases at the police station, fifteen homicides, thirty-one rapes, thirteen of which involved minors. They’ve illegally occupied eleven properties, eight of which belonged to the elderly.

Of course, the biggest problem is that they’re planning to attack my freight yard in the near future. So, ultimately, you’re being paid to work. For this job, upon the humane destruction of the twelve key personnel, each of you will receive a reward of 100,000 dollars."

Hearing Sean wrap up, the group burst out laughing.

"Being professionals, you don’t need me to spell out the specifics of the plan—you can devise it yourselves. My final requirement is only that you don’t suffer any casualties. Even if the mission isn’t accomplished in the end, as long as each of you ensures your own safe return, that will be the greatest success."

"Boss, we’re touched by what you say, but we’re not happy," another couldn’t help but chime in, "Doesn’t this show a lack of faith in our strength?"

"It’s mainly because bullets are blind," Sean earnestly replied. "I hope I can bring you back jumping and lively just as I hired you."