Gao Guang just wanted to avoid saying the name "Crazy Dog" when introducing himself, but now he had no choice but to come up with a high-end, low-key, and luxurious nickname.

He made a mistake. He should have thought of a nickname before coming.

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A black man stood at the door, looking at Gao Guang and the others. His eyes were alert. After Gao Guang and Mike got off the car, the man at the door quietly went back inside and closed the door heavily.

Mike sniffed and said, "I don't know this guy, but I think he went back to inform someone. Next, either a lot of people with guns will come out and ask us what we're up to, or they're preparing to escape through the back door. These are the only two possibilities."

Gao Guang regretted it. He helplessly said, "Then let's take the initiative."

How to take the initiative? Of course, by paying a visit. Gao Guang walked straight to the door and started knocking.

The door was knocked twice, and immediately a crack opened from inside. The black man who had come out before stood behind the door, looking at Gao Guang with caution. "What do you want?"

Gao Guang smiled and said, "To discuss business."

The black man looked back and saw Mike and Francisco.

The door closed, and Gao Guang could still hear someone inside saying, "Boss, three people came to discuss business. The leader is an Asian."

"Discuss business? Asian? Let them in."

The door opened again, and Gao Guang walked in confidently. He saw five black men in the living room, three sitting on the sofa, one standing behind the sofa with a vigilant look, openly holding a shotgun in his hand.

There was an indescribable smell in the room, not exactly foul, but unpleasant.

One of the black men sitting in the middle of the sofa lifted his shirt slightly, revealing the handgun at his waist. He stared at Mike behind Gao Guang and said, "It's you, Mike. Long time no see."

One of the three people on the three-person sofa, a very fat black man, stood up and said to Mike, "Mike, my brother."

Mike's expression was complicated, but he was behind Gao Guang, so Gao Guang couldn't see his expression.

Then he took two steps forward, exchanged complicated hand gestures with the fat man, shook hands, and patted each other's shoulders. Mike's tone sounded a bit helpless as he said, "What are you doing here?"

Gao Guang looked at Mike, then at the fat man who was hugging him gently. Then Mike said with a strange expression, "Um, this is David, my friend, uh..."

Mike hadn't finished the introduction yet, but the fat man laughed and said, "Mike, didn't you go to make big money with a boss named Crazy Dog? Why are you here to discuss business? Do you have something to sell?"

It felt quite sudden, and Gao Guang felt like he had been hit on the head. He felt a bit stunned.

Gao Guang looked at Mike in confusion. Mike scratched his head and said in a low voice, "I didn't expect David to be here. Uh, it's a bit too coincidental. Uh, I don't know what to say. You figure it out."

The fat man looked at Gao Guang and said in surprise, "Are you Crazy Dog? No way, you're the Crazy Dog from King Company?"

Gao Guang's lips trembled, and he looked at Mike in a daze.

Mike scratched his head and said, "I didn't expect you guys to meet..."

The fat man said in disbelief, "Hey, buddy, I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?"

Gao Guang took a deep breath and tried to appear calm and composed. He nodded slowly and said, "You're right, I am Crazy Dog from Crazy Dog Company, no, I mean, I am the king of King Defense Company! You can call me... Crazy Dog!"

Everyone looked at Gao Guang in astonishment. Then the man sitting on the sofa burst into laughter, trying to hold it back, but his shoulders kept shaking. Finally, he couldn't help it and slapped his thigh, laughing, "I'm sorry! Haha, but you're really funny."

The fat man also laughed heartily, shaking his head and said to Gao Guang, "Buddy, you're really funny. You don't look like Crazy Dog."

Gao Guang felt like pulling out his gun and shooting everyone in the room, leaving only Francisco. But now, he didn't know whether to turn hostile, draw his gun and shoot, or to scold Mike, or to state his purpose seriously and complete a business negotiation.

Gao Guang felt a sense of shame and confusion. This situation was something he had never expected, and he was caught off guard.

At this moment, Francisco suddenly said coldly, "Shut up, you idiots. Do you want to die?"

Francisco cursed angrily. He looked fiercely at the people in the room and said in a cold voice, "You guys have no manners. My boss is here to discuss business, not to joke with you bunch of hooligans, idiots!"

This was the way to open a negotiation in the underworld, and it seemed to be effective. The black men immediately shut up and stopped laughing. They looked at Francisco in astonishment.

Mike whispered on the side, "That's right, we're here to talk business."Mike suddenly pointed at the fat man and said seriously, "We are here to talk business, David, it's none of your business, don't speak."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. The black man holding a shotgun hesitated for a moment, then raised the gun, first aiming at Francisco, and then immediately aimed it at Gao Guang.

Mike finally knew how he should act. He coughed lightly and looked disdainful as he said to the black man with the gun, "Put your gun down, who are you trying to scare? Boss, he is Gilsen, I sold him the bags I stole before."

The tense and serious atmosphere was much more comfortable. The tense situation was more conducive to Gao Guang's performance.

Gao Guang had calmed down. He waved his hand and said to the black man sitting on the sofa, "Gilsen, hello, I came to talk about your business."

Gilsen also became serious. He frowned and said, "Talk about my business? What do you mean?"

Mike angrily said, "You dare to sit while talking to my boss, stand up!"

Gilsen was surprised, but he immediately glared at Mike, and the man holding the shotgun immediately aimed it at Mike.

Gao Guang waved his hand and said, "No need for that, you two are blocking me, move aside a bit."

Mike and Francisco stood on either side of Gao Guang. Gao Guang had to ask them to step aside. At this moment, the fat man David looked surprised and asked, "What's going on? What happened? Mike, what are you guys trying to do?"

Gilsen stood up from the sofa. He appeared very calm and had a boss-like demeanor. He stood there with confidence and said, "Tell me your purpose, otherwise, get out."

Gao Guang thought for a moment and said, "I know you are involved in the business of receiving stolen goods. I want to ask, do you have any goods?"

It's better to be friendly. Gao Guang still wanted to have a calm conversation. After all, the laughter from before made him feel a bit embarrassed. But when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't blame them. So if he wanted to make a deal, it would be best to talk nicely. If a fight broke out, not only would it be dangerous to be held at gunpoint, but there would also be no chance to negotiate.

However, after hearing Gao Guang's words, Gilsen sneered and said to Gao Guang, "You want to buy goods from me?"

"Well, sort of."

Gao Guang didn't rush to state his purpose. He thought it might be better to negotiate as a buyer.

But Gilsen suddenly became serious. He pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Gao Guang's head. He said sternly, "Get out! It's impossible for me to sell you my goods. Get out of my house, or I'll kill you!"

Gao Guang was surprised and said, "Don't be so quick to draw your gun, buddy. We haven't even talked yet. You don't even know what I want to do. How about this, if I say you can't receive stolen goods on my turf in the future, would that make you even angrier?"

Gilsen was first surprised, and then he seemed to hear a hilarious joke. He laughed even more crazily, lowered his gun in his right hand, slapped his thigh, and said with a smile, "You crack me up. Who do you think you are? Give me..."

As he laughed, Gilsen raised his gun again. But in that instant, Francisco suddenly moved forward, grabbed Gilsen's gun with his right hand, and clamped Gilsen's neck under his armpit with his left hand. Then, using Gilsen's own gun, he pointed it fiercely at the person holding the shotgun and angrily said, "Put the gun down! Otherwise, I'll blow your head off!"

This took everyone by surprise. The person holding the shotgun was also stunned. He looked at the gun pointed at his own head, then looked at Gilsen struggling under Francisco's armpit, but he didn't move. He didn't dare to shoot, nor did he want to put the gun down.

Francisco suddenly tightened his left arm, not with much force, just with a sinister smile as he said, "Do you all want to die?"

The person holding the shotgun suddenly raised both hands, with the shotgun hanging from his right hand. Then, he swallowed his saliva and said loudly, "Bro, calm down, calm down!"

Francisco gave a cold smile, then suddenly let go of his left arm. Gilsen, who was almost suffocating, staggered, gasping for breath. While he was panting heavily, Francisco grabbed Gilsen's clothes with his left hand, pulled him closer, and fiercely hit Gilsen's temple with the gun handle in his right hand.

The brow bone was smashed open, blood gushed out, covering Gilsen's left eye. Gilsen immediately screamed and covered his eye with his hand.

Francisco angrily said, "Kneel down! Speak properly to my boss!"

Gilsen immediately knelt down on the ground and shouted, "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Francisco let go of his hand. Gilsen wiped his eye with his hand and found that his eye was fine, only the brow bone was smashed open. He let out a sigh of relief and then trembled as he said, "Speak, speak! What do you want to ask, boss?"