I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 469 - 467: Strip Them First

"Racial talent, you just can't help but admire it!" Zhang Menglong muttered, "I'll ask Teacher Yao Chen later if there's an elixir in Alchemy that can do that, hehehe!"

The soldiers had checked his clothes inside and out and then, to Zhang Menglong's shock, started to search the only place he could possibly conceal a weapon.

"Damn it!" Zhang Menglong felt nauseous all of a sudden, as scenes from Bilibili videos and certain sophisticated phrases filled his mind.

"Isn't this taste a bit too heavy? Aren't they afraid of getting sick after such a thorough inspection?" Zhang Menglong looked disgusted.

Suddenly, a cold barrel pressed against Zhang Menglong's back, "What are you spacing out for? Move it or move it! Strip!"

Zhang Menglong was lost in thought, and this action abruptly interrupted his train of thought.

Zhang Menglong was not someone with a good temper. If others respected him, he would return twice that respect. If they didn't respect him, he'd fuck them up on the spot! Don't ask why, he was just capricious and tough!

"Do you know that, from my childhood to now, this is the first time someone has put a gun to my head?" This rage was almost like being suddenly woken up when sleeping soundly, an unnamed fury that caused his body temperature to spike.

"Huaxia?" The anger made Zhang Menglong blurt out in his mother tongue. Although the soldiers didn't understand the Huaxia language, they could guess from his intonation, as the pronunciation of the Huaxia language was too distinctive.

"Same for Huaxia people! Routine checks can't be skipped!"

"Hahaha, a Huaxia person! Isn't this Sartre a General of a warlord? How come he's bringing a Huaxia person to do business with our boss?"

"It's my first time seeing a Huaxia person in this place too. Huaxia is such a safe place, why would they come to a place where people are killed at the drop of a hat?"

"Just a skinny monkey, I could kill ten like him with a single punch!"

"This Huaxia fellow looks like he has soft and tender skin, I wonder if he's just as tender to the touch."

"Hahaha, should we ask the boss to leave this one behind to have some fun with us?"

The soldiers started to converse right on the spot, not hiding their obscene language at all. In their eyes, Zhang Menglong was nothing but a weakling, a problem teenager. Uncooperative? A single blow with the butt of a gun would sort him out.

"Huaxia person, why aren't you moving? Do you need us to help you strip?"

"And you're not just taking off your coat, your underwear too!"

"Hahaha, that's right. Who knows if you're hiding weapons in your underwear. I've heard in one of your TV series, someone even hid a grenade in their crotch, we can't feel safe without a check!"

"Have the guts, touch me and see what happens?" Zhang Menglong ignored their mockery and walked straight ahead.

Sartre had already redressed, and when he saw the look on Zhang Menglong's face, he knew trouble was brewing!

As far as the people from this place were concerned, such routine checks were very normal. If there were unfamiliar people wanting to see Sartre, he'd use this method for the sake of safety, which he saw nothing wrong with.

But clearly, Zhang Menglong was utterly unable to accept this method of inspection!

Until now, the most terrifying inspection he had undergone was the physical exam during the college entrance exams. Then, a bunch of boys would strip naked for the doctors to check, creating a massive social death scene. Ever since then, he had sworn to himself, aside from himself and his lover, no one would ever make him take off his pants again!

"You'd better go and ask your boss first, if he has the qualifications and the guts to inspect me!"

"Hahaha, you brat, who do you think you are?" The soldiers laughed, "In this place, even if you're the UN Secretary-General, you have to obey!"

"Since you don't want to strip yourself, we'll have to help you with that!"

"I'd like to see who dares to touch me!" A sharp look flashed across Zhang Menglong's eyes.

"Hahaha, he says we don't dare?"

"Here, there's nothing we don't dare to do!"

Two soldiers put down their guns and reached out towards Zhang Menglong.

Both soldiers were over 190 centimeters tall and covered in muscles like iron. In their view, Zhang Menglong's physique was comparable to a chick's; they could crush him with just a squeeze.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound of breaking bones, two screams instantly filled the entire floor.

The wrists of those two soldiers were actually broken by Zhang Menglong!

Their sharp bones pierced through the muscles and skin, exposed to the air, and the smell of blood instantly filled the area.

"I've already warned you!" Zhang Menglong stretched out his five fingers, some of the blood staining his hand evaporated into the air.

"They're not here to do business. They're here to harm the boss!"

"Kill them! Just kill them!"

The remaining dozen or so soldiers immediately reacted, their gun barrels all aimed at Zhang Menglong in an instant.

Sartre almost had a stroke from fright. Hadn't he seen the many people carrying guns? Doesn't Huaxia have an old saying that a great man can stretch and bend? Why couldn't they just go along with others a little?

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If you were really planning on using force, why not bring those impressive people from your family right from the start?

You have superpowers, don't you? Against these desperadoes, are your superpowers of any use?

"I'll make a bet with you," Zhang Menglong revealed a cryptic smile, "I bet your guns have no bullets!"

"Hahaha, Huaxia man, you are asking for death!" A soldier pulled the trigger, "You lost, and your life is the price!"

"Click!!"

The gun didn't fire, only the sound of the firing pin was heard.

"How is that possible?"

The desperadoes were dumbfounded. To them, guns were the most reliable partners. To ensure they could fire in danger, their guns were almost always loaded, even with the safety off, to the extent that every day hundreds of people died from accidental discharges in this place.

But not being able to fire bullets was definitely a death sentence in this place, even rookies wouldn't make such a deadly mistake!

When they checked their guns, a bunch of iron filings mixed with gunpowder fell out of the barrels, as if some mysterious force had ground their bullets into powder.

"How is this possible?" Everyone looked shocked, and their previous disdain for Zhang Menglong vanished. Was this Huaxia man a magician?

"I don't blame you for being impolite to me. After all, you're all just working," Zhang Menglong's anger had somewhat subsided, and now he was looking for some fun.

"Oh, let me ask you something," Zhang Menglong said, "You're working for that what's-his-name 'Shark Bitch' here, how much does he pay you a year?"

"Mr. Zhang, it's Spiked Shark, not 'Shark Bitch'." Sartre corrected him,

"Ah?" Everyone was taken aback by the question.

"I don't care how much Spiked Shark pays you, I'll give you double," Zhang Menglong said, "From now on, you work for me!"

"Are you serious?" one of the mercenaries immediately asked, "Our boss pays us $100,000 a month, can you give us $200,000?"

"Damn, that cheap?" Zhang Menglong thought of these mercenaries as pricey, only $100,000 a month.

"Cheap?" A few were startled. They were already quite impressive mercenaries here. Ordinary mercenaries at most made twenty to thirty thousand US Dollars a month, and there were plenty of people willing to work for that. $100,000 was already an astronomical sum, and in their eyes, their lives weren't really worth that much.

"If you're willing to work, I'll give you five times that. This is a year's salary paid in advance!" Zhang Menglong reached into his own clothes and placed a handful of diamonds on the inspection table.

Each of these diamonds was several carats, with the price of a single one reaching tens or even hundreds of thousands of US Dollars.

At the very least, there were over a hundred such diamonds in that handful, and the value could exceed a hundred million!

"We in Huaxia have a saying about proving loyalty. If you want me to trust you, you'll have to show your loyalty first!"

"What do you want? As long as you have diamonds, we can kill anyone for you!" This was the creed of the mercenaries, faithful to money, not people.

Zhang Menglong pointed at the two mercenaries with broken wrists and said, "First, pull down their pants for a routine check!"