"What's wrong? Yang Ming? "Huang Rongjin heard Yang Ming's strange voice, so he asked.
"Nothing. Thank you, Second Brother." Yang Ming said, "That's all. I will contact you again if there is anything."
"That's fine. Call me again if there is anything." Although Huang Rongjin found it strange why Yang Ming was inquiring about this, he didn't ask much. Yang Ming must have his reasons for asking these questions. The Huang Family couldn't help much with what Yang Ming did. After all, everyone's strength was not on the same level. The gap was too big, so Huang Rongjin could only try his best to provide some help to Yang Ming.
After hanging up Huang Rongjin's phone call, Yang Ming called Golden Bull directly.
"Butler Jin? I am Yang Ming. " Golden Bull was still training in the Charles Family. Yang Ming was going to let him go to Africa after a while to be fully responsible for the assassin group.
"Leader!" Golden Bull heard Yang Ming's voice and said solemnly.
"I have something to tell you. You must do it well." Yang Ming ordered in an unquestionable tone because it was about tomorrow's success or failure. Yang Ming couldn't be sloppy.
If the other party didn't play any tricks, he would just let them go honestly after winning. If they didn't let them go and caused some trouble, then Yang Ming wouldn't be polite.
"Yes, leader. Golden Bull is at your disposal!" said Golden Bull.
"This is the case. You arrange the people now, and then fly to Las Vegas on a special plane …" Yang Ming made a series of arrangements for Golden Bull.
"Leader, you can rest assured. I promise to complete the task." Golden Bull remembered every word Yang Ming said and then promised.
"En, I can rest assured when you do things." Yang Ming valued Golden Bull very much. Otherwise, he wouldn't put him in such an important position and focus on training.
Golden Bull not only wanted to be a powerful killer, but also a smart manager. This was Yang Ming's ultimate goal. Wang Xiaoyan and I can't manage the assassin group for a lifetime. When the island in Africa is developed, and the things here are settled, it is time for Yang Ming to retire.
Since he already knew that these people had ulterior motives, Yang Ming naturally wouldn't be stupid enough to bet his life with them alone. Although Yang Ming was very powerful, he couldn't be more powerful than a group of people with guns and cannons!
In China, Yang Ming was not afraid of anything, because China's gun control was one of the strictest in the world. However, the United States was different. There were countless guns in the streets, especially in places like casinos that were tainted by the underworld. How could there not be guns?
Although Golden Bull put down Yang Ming's phone call and organized people to rush to Las Vegas, they still arrived in the early morning of the next day.
After Golden Bull arrived, he was afraid that he would disturb Yang Ming's rest, so he just sent a text message to Yang Ming. Then, he arranged for people to act according to Yang Ming's instructions. Yang Ming had already explained it before, and Golden Bull also understood what Yang Ming meant. This late night was just right for him to ambush.
Yang Ming naturally wouldn't sleep so soundly here. When he saw the text message from Golden Bull, Yang Ming directly returned a call to Golden Bull, "Golden Bull, have you arrived?"
"Yes, leader. We are rushing to the South City Casino. Some of our brothers are lying in ambush outside the casino, and the other brothers are pretending to be gamblers and sneaking into the casino. We will be at Brother Yang's disposal at any time!" said Golden Bull.
"En, I am relieved that you arranged it this way." Yang Ming was very satisfied with Golden Bull's arrangement. It seemed that Golden Bull was also growing up. He had matured a lot unknowingly, and his vision had broadened a lot. Compared with the small assassins of the small organization in Song Jiang, there was a qualitative change.
"The one in charge of the unified action outside the casino is Captain Wang Peng. They are all professional mercenaries. The ones inside the casino are all my men. All of them are professional assassins." Golden Bull said, "Brother Yang, you can also contact Wang Peng directly."
"Not bad!" Yang Ming didn't expect Golden Bull to have arranged it so carefully. Wang Peng's men were professional mercenaries. These people were well-trained and were good at unified action to quickly annihilate the enemy. Golden Bull's men were good at assassination. They hid in various corners of the casino and quickly attacked suspicious people.
"Thank you for the praise, leader!" Golden Bull was a little embarrassed by Yang Ming's praise, so he laughed twice.
"I also have Wang Peng's contact information. You all stay alert according to my arrangement. I will contact you at any time," said Yang Ming.
"Yes, leader," said Golden Bull.
After hanging up the phone, Yang Ming was very pleased. His men had gradually grown up. He would gradually let go and let them do things boldly.
After getting up, he cleaned up and took a shower. Yang Ming looked at his watch. It was already past five o 'clock in the morning.
Yang Ming wasn't worried at all about today's bet if the other party didn't cheat. Yang Ming didn't have the nervousness and excitement of others before the game.
What was there to be excited about knowing that he would win?
The hotel's restaurant opened at six o 'clock. Yang Ming lay in bed and watched TV for a while. When he saw that it was almost time, he came out of the room and went downstairs for breakfast.
Unexpectedly, he saw Batterton standing not far from his room, standing there respectfully. When he saw Yang Ming coming out of the room, he quickly greeted, "Mr. Yang, good morning!"
"Oh?" Yang Ming was stunned. He didn't expect Batterton to be waiting not far from the door of the room. Judging from his appearance, he had been here for a while. The reason why he stood not far away was to avoid eavesdropping on the conversation in the room. It seemed that Batterton had undergone professional training. He probably did the same for other members of the Douglas Family.
"Mr. Yang, the restaurant has prepared breakfast for you alone. Would you like it to be sent to your room, or would you like to go to the restaurant's VIP room?" asked Batterton carefully.
"Oh, I'll eat it myself." Yang Ming nodded. "Wait for me to see if my friend has woken up."
"Okay, Mr. Yang." Batterton didn't know the relationship between Yang Ming and Wang Mei, but judging from their behavior, they were definitely not lovers. They should be good friends.
Yang Ming knocked on the door of the second room next door. Soon, Wang Mei's voice came from inside, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Yang Ming." Yang Ming said, "Are you up? Do you want to go to the restaurant for breakfast? "
With a "click," the door opened. Wang Mei was already dressed. Her eyes were a little red. It seemed that she didn't sleep well last night. She couldn't sleep well until Zhang Bin returned safely, so she got up early.
"En, let's go." Wang Mei nodded, "But I don't have much of an appetite …"
"Hehe, eat a little. Don't worry. I guarantee that Zhang Bin and Uncle Zhang will come back safely today!" Yang Ming laughed.
"En …" Wang Mei still trusted Yang Ming's ability. Yang Ming had shown a strange power in Macau. Wasn't the man who pestered her easily dealt with by Yang Ming?
Wang Mei was very surprised that Batterton was eagerly leading the way in front. Knowing Batterton's identity, even if Yang Ming knew their boss, there was no need to behave like this so early in the morning!
Wang Mei increasingly felt that Yang Ming was mysterious and powerful. It seemed that there was no one he didn't know and couldn't handle.
Batterton personally brought Yang Ming and Wang Mei to the hotel's VIP restaurant. This was a separate private room with a bathroom, a TV, and some morning newspapers and magazines. The bright floor-to-ceiling windows allowed them to see the early morning scenery outside.
"Mr. Yang, take a look. This is the breakfast menu prepared for you. Is there anything you don't eat? Or what do you want to eat? We will prepare it for you immediately." Batterton handed an exquisite menu to Yang Ming and also gave one to Wang Mei, "Miss Wang, please."
Yang Ming glanced at the dishes on the menu. Yang Ming had very few things that he didn't eat. Yang Ming didn't particularly like Western food, so he said, "There are too many. Give me half."
Wang Mei was the same. Chinese people ate Western food, but they didn't say what they liked to eat. So, she nodded, "I don't mind. Anything is fine."
"It's not a lot. Mr. Yang, you can choose to eat!" Batterton said quickly.
"Oh, that's fine. Give me a smaller portion." Yang Ming waved his hand, indicating that Batterton could go and prepare.
"Okay, Mr. Yang." Batterton trotted out of the private room.
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