"There is a business opportunity." I was considering how to reply when suddenly an idea struck me.
Then I thought about it: "That film company in Hollywood is indeed profitable. But recently I've run into some trouble. Some competitors are picking on me and causing me a lot of trouble. Their underworld connections are stronger than mine. And I... have lost a lot of money. I was even forced to transfer part of the company to a friend. I think if those people who are causing me trouble could tone it down a bit, then my film company could make more money."
Kunta looked me over several times, then suddenly laughed: "You're looking for mercenaries? No, no, no... I can tell you're a very good fighter. Your men, your bodyguards, are all quite capable. I've seen your file; you're the biggest mob boss on the west coast of Canada. Someone's causing you trouble, why don't you handle it yourself?"
“Because those are damn Americans.” I said this deliberately, then slowly continued, “General, you see, Hollywood is in America, while my headquarters are in Canada. Even if I wanted to send men there to fight them… you know, that’s North America, not Africa! The authorities and the police are watching me. I can’t act rashly. And you have so many troops under your command…”
Kunta's gaze suddenly sharpened: "Are you plotting against my army?"
Damn, political power grows out of the barrel of a gun, this guy is pretty sensitive about that too.
“A few dozen people will suffice,” I said calmly. “I can invest your money in the film company. But I’m worried that my enemies will come after me. However, because of my status, I can’t make a big scene myself. I only need a few dozen people, or even just a few at a time. Skilled warriors. When I need them, you can send me a dozen or so, give them a good beating, and then immediately withdraw. That way, no one will know it was me.”
Since relations with the Asian superpowers have become somewhat strained, I'm afraid I can no longer rely on the help of "paratroopers." Therefore, my power is actually less advantageous than the superpowers of the past. If I had that warlord, Kunta, who could provide me with those bloodthirsty paratroopers at any time… then if I wanted to deal with someone, I could simply have Kunta send people from Africa, strike, and run… while the other side would be caught off guard and wouldn't even know who did it!
How wonderful that would be!
“We can talk about the price…” Kunta smiled. If it was just a few dozen warriors… he didn’t care.
Part Three: The Pinnacle, Chapter Thirty-Three: "Doing Good Deeds"?
The final price was that I increased the annual bribe I gave him from 20 million to 23 million... I didn't raise the price too much. Because I knew that if I significantly increased the price after he extorted me, given his greed, he would likely continue to blackmail me.
As for the help from the paratroopers... the price was so cheap it almost shocked me!
The price for a soldier to go out is one hundred dollars. If he dies or is completely disabled, then a soldier has to pay five hundred dollars in compensation!
In other words, even if things go wrong and one of the people sent out dies, I will only lose six hundred dollars.
Six hundred dollars... in the United States, is just a week's income for many families.
Because the price was too low, I couldn't help but ask, "General... what I need are real warriors! Really skilled warriors who have seen blood! Not those... well, those teenagers I've seen outside with guns."
“Of course not.” Kunta smiled slyly. “I can provide you with excellent warriors. They are all highly skilled… Their coming-of-age ceremony is after they turn twenty, when they must go alone into the jungle to hunt a wild beast. Such warriors are sure to be skilled.”
I thought about it, and although they are obviously self-taught compared to those trained by regular troops, these kinds of people are more than capable of fighting gangsters, killing and arson.
Cheap! Really cheap!!
If I had known about this Kunta earlier, when the Gambino family caused me trouble, I could have just pretended to be subservient while secretly sending a hundred or two of Kunta's soldiers to ambush them. Even if I couldn't defeat the Gambino family, I'd still make sure they were in complete chaos!
A couple hundred soldiers would only cost a couple of tens of thousands of dollars.
What? You're asking how they got to the US? Visas? Travel expenses?
Damn. What do I do? Smuggling! Smuggling two boatloads of people is nothing to me!
As long as they keep things clean, they can just send someone to burn down Old Gao Qi's villa, and he won't be able to find out who did it! Are they expecting him to trace it all the way to Africa? What a joke!
The price quoted for the trapped tower really made me sigh... Here, human life is truly worthless!
After the extortion was complete, Kunta and I looked at each other with satisfaction. He had extorted several million more each year, while I had gained support comparable to a paratrooper from the Big Circle. Although it cost some money, it was negligible given my current financial situation.
"Alright, now that the business is done, let's have something for the men." Kunta smiled, and there was something familiar in that smile... lewdness!
He gently pulled a solid gold ring next to the bathtub. Quickly afterward, another door to the bathroom opened, and a row of women slowly walked in…
These are all Black women, but even the most critical person has to admit that there are quite a few beautiful women among Black women. For example, the most famous one is Halle Berry, the Black Pearl of Hollywood.
The Black women standing before me were nothing like the emaciated, sickly figures I had seen outside. Each one was full-figured and shapely; the innate superior physique of Black people manifested in these women in a free and untamed way… Their proportionate figures were practically perfect, coupled with their refined and beautiful features. These Black women all wore only towels around their lower bodies, while their upper bodies were completely naked… their firm breasts were displayed before me without reservation…
Before Kunta could even call out, they went down into the bath themselves. Two of them immediately came to my side. One helped me lie down in the water and then gently wiped me with a silk cloth. The other one submerged herself in the water, and I felt a tickle on my toes as she began to wash my feet…
A hot body pressed tightly against me from behind. I could feel two soft, full mounds pressing against my back as it was being washed. Under such a sensual scene, I immediately had a normal male reaction. Although I was soaking in the water, the water was very clear. The black woman behind me immediately chuckled softly.
“My friend… even the Pharaohs of Egypt couldn’t enjoy this much.” Khunta was already lying in the arms of the goddess statue in the middle of the pool, his limbs outstretched, letting the four black beauties manipulate him, their large hands roaming freely among the undulating hips and breasts…
While I was in a daze, I felt the woman's hand, which had been underwater washing my toes, slowly move upwards and was almost touching my inner thigh. Suddenly, I felt a jolt and snapped back to reality. Then, I reached into the water and grabbed the woman's shoulder, pulling her up.
I guessed she had a tough time diving, because when she came up, she looked at me with some panic and was panting. This kind of posture only fueled my desire... I sighed and tried to say to her in a calm tone, "No need."
She looked somewhat bewildered. This girl was considered quite beautiful among Black people. Her eyes held a hint of doubt. Then she opened her mouth, and I said something else. Then I pointed to my own leg and said, "No need. I don't like people touching me."
The girl seemed to misunderstand me... She didn't seem to understand what I said at all, but her eyes became even more obedient. She nodded, took another deep breath, and then submerged herself... This time, I clearly felt her bring her head between my legs... Then I couldn't help but groan, and felt my lower body being enveloped in a warm, moist place...
"..." I froze for a second, then immediately snapped back to reality, quickly grabbing her and pulling her back to the surface. This time, I had a wry smile on my face, tinged with embarrassment: "No, I said no! No!"
I really wanted to be more assertive, even fierce... but when faced with a girl who comes in so proactive, submissive, and completely at your mercy, offering to give you oral sex... I just couldn't bring myself to be fierce towards her.
I felt a little depressed.
Damn it! Old Goch did the same thing with the Gambino family last time. Now in Africa, at this Kunta, it's the same… Why do these ruthless tyrants all like to start by forcing beautiful women to perform oral sex on their clients?! Damn it!
The girl who was diving was trembling with fear. She looked at me with a face full of panic. I said a few more words, and she replied with a sentence that I couldn't understand at all. It didn't seem to be French, but rather the local dialect.
That's when I realized that none of the girls understood my language. I could only try to gesture as best I could to ask her not to touch my sensitive areas. Finally, I gently pushed away the girl behind me whose chest was pressed against mine, took the silk scarf from her, and started washing it myself.
The commotion I made finally alerted Kunta. He had been comfortably closing his eyes, but now he glared at me. Then a hint of ferocity flashed across his face, and he suddenly roared a few words in anger. The two girls serving me were so frightened that their faces turned ashen and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
I knew that continuing like this might actually harm these poor girls, so I quickly said, "It's not their fault, I'm just not used to it."
Kunta stared at them for a while, then suddenly laughed: "My friend, you don't think they're not pretty enough, do you? Hmm..." He suddenly thought for a moment: "The girl you brought with you is very beautiful. She's your woman, isn't she? If so, then you really don't like them."
Finally, Kunta sternly reprimanded the two girls and waved them out. When the two girls left, they were so frightened that they could barely walk.
I sighed and said with a wry smile, "General, it's really not their fault."
"I know, I didn't punish them," Kunta said calmly. "If I wanted to punish these girls, I would have thrown the one who made the mistake directly into the military camp! She would have been killed in less than a day! Humph!"
I glanced at this tyrant and remained silent.
"I just told them to go back... because they weren't pretty enough and scared my distinguished guests!" Kunta said, suddenly uttering a famous quote circulating online in the civilized world. I almost choked on my food after hearing it...
"It's not their fault that they're ugly, but it's wrong of them to go out and scare people!"
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I thought that was the end of it, but to my surprise, Kunta was indeed as he said in this respect, absolutely generous to his friends!
He actually grabbed a girl next to him and said something stern to her. Upon hearing this, the girl quickly left.
Less than five minutes later, two more girls walked in from behind the bathroom door!
The two girls this time were a whole level above the two who had been driven away from the tower earlier, in terms of looks. One of them had eyes and eyebrows that resembled Hollywood's Black Pearl Halle Berry, and her figure was the kind that would make anyone's nose bleed. As for the other one, she seemed a little thinner, but what was strange was that her skin wasn't completely black, but rather a brownish skin, clearly indicating that she was of mixed race.
As soon as Kunta pointed, the two girls immediately pressed themselves against me. One of them hugged me from behind, gently rubbing my chest and abdomen with her small hands, while the other sat in the pool, her body softly pressed against my legs, her small hands subtly teasing me from beneath the water.
I sighed. I'm not necessarily a saint, but I'm just not interested in this kind of thing. Besides, if I act like this here, I'll inevitably feel awkward facing Qiaoqiao when I get back to my room.
"Chen... these are my two darlings. I wouldn't have let them out to entertain anyone who wasn't my most VIP. Enjoy yourself!" Kunta laughed, then pulled the two girls into his arms and lay down to the side.
I sighed. I knew that if I refused again in this situation, I would inevitably anger Kunta and make him think that I was ungrateful. Besides, these two girls would most likely be in trouble. Even if I was doing a good deed, I couldn't let these two innocent girls suffer.
But... damn it, is there anyone who does good deeds like this?
Part Three: The Pinnacle, Chapter Thirty-Four: A wish fulfilled...
Seeing that the brown-skinned girl's face was pressed against my chest, and she even stuck out her little tongue to lick down my chest, I was so scared that I quickly pulled her away. Then, in my desperation, I finally came up with a solution.
I looked at the two girls with a serious expression, pointed to my little brother, and then shook my head and waved my hands firmly: "Here! NO!! Understand?! NO!!!"
Then I pointed to the other parts of my body: "These places! YES! Understand? The rest of the body is YES!!"
I gestured for a long time, and the two girls blinked at me, seemingly finally understanding. I breathed a sigh of relief... Although they didn't understand English, they weren't native girls from outside, but women who had been confined to the tower. They could understand simple YES and NO. After gesturing for a while, they understood, but their eyes inevitably showed some doubt.
I felt relieved. After they understood, I tried to let them unleash their full potential, while I carefully leaned against the edge of the bathtub, keeping a close watch on them...
Then, a series of strange male voices came from the bathroom...
"YES, YES, YES, No! YES! Oh No! Oh YES! Oh No..."
...
This wasn't a bath! It was a battle to protect my chastity! The two girls were exhausted, and so was I. The guy next to us, I don't know when, finally took the two girls and left, probably to relax.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that the trap was gone, then gently pushed the two girls away and stood up from the pool. The two girls quickly came over and took a dry, soft towel to wipe my body clean. Of course, I said "NO" a few times during this time, but this time it only elicited a few laughs from them.
I walked out of the bathroom, but Kunta was still not there. However, when I came out after getting dressed, I saw the captain of Kunta's guard standing outside. He looked at me very politely and then said in extremely broken English, "Sir, the general ordered that if you are finished washing, I should escort you back to your room."
The "White House" of the Trapped Tower was naturally very large. My men and I were assigned to the second floor on the left side. Of course, the Trapped Tower had people watching us from all sides, which was quite normal. My subordinates were paired up for each other in a room, and my room was arranged at the very back. Qiao Qiao... naturally, shared a room with me.
When I got back, Hammer still had some men standing guard at my door, since I was on someone else's turf. I glanced at him. He and another one of my men were sitting on chairs in the corridor, looking like they were planning to keep watch all night.
I chuckled and patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, go back to sleep."
"Fifth Brother?" He looked at me.
I chuckled and said in Chinese, "We're in their territory, surrounded by their army, and it's all mountains and jungles. The only way out is this dilapidated airport... If they want to wipe us out, even if we all stay up all night, it won't help... We're here now, so let's make the best of it. Listen to me, go back to sleep!" I couldn't help but use a commanding tone at the end, and only then did Hammer finally obey and go back.
The captain of the guard politely saw me to the door and then left. But before he left, he still reminded me, "Sir, please don't wander around at night. There's a telephone in the room if you need anything."
I nodded. This was inside the tower, and I had already instructed my men not to wander around at night. In fact, the other side had also hinted that our free movement was limited to this corridor.
Back in the room, I saw Qiaoqiao sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking quite energetic. When she saw me come in, especially when she saw my wet hair and the flushed face from the hot water, clearly indicating that I had just taken a shower, Qiaoqiao's expression immediately turned strange.
I knew this female bandit was prone to mischief, so I figured I might as well confess. Then, with a sigh, I recounted how Kunta had invited me to bathe with her, and in my description, I portrayed myself as unwavering and uncompromising in the face of beauty. After a fierce internal struggle, my inner purity finally triumphed over the devil, ultimately perfectly protecting my chastity…
Qiaoqiao was already rolling around on the bed laughing, then suddenly jumped up and pointed at my nose: "So... were you having a hard time holding it in?"
Seeing the female bandit's gloating expression made me angry, so I couldn't help but pounce on her and pin her down on the bed, then forcefully pressed her down: "Damn it! If you say another word, I'll use you to vent my anger!"
Qiaoqiao wasn't afraid at all; instead, she looked at me with a defiant expression: "Kid, do you want to experience what I'm capable of?"
Looking at the woman beneath me, her alluring face, her curvaceous figure, and especially those large, watery eyes… the desire I'd suppressed all night was instantly ignited! All other thoughts vanished; only one voice echoed in my mind: "Go! She's already mine!"
My mouth was dry, and my voice was hoarse: "Damn! I'm going to really give you a good taste!"
After saying that, I kissed Qiaoqiao fiercely. Qiaoqiao pushed me away a couple of times at first, and then responded passionately. We rolled around on the bed for a while, and then she suddenly bit my lip and slid out of my arms like a fish.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her face flushed, but her eyes held a provocative look: "Do you really want it right now?"
"Hmph!" I opened my arms, ready to pounce again, but Qiaoqiao suddenly took something from the bedside table and waved it in front of me...
Suddenly, I felt like an empty sack, my face contorted as if I'd been punched hard, and I collapsed weakly onto the bed...
Oh shit……
What Jojo held in her hand was nothing other than a foolproof talisman for women worldwide to refuse a man's advances...
sanitary napkin……