Chapter 604: Chapter 280 Royal Tycoon_2

Blitz: They colluded with the casino to set a trap deliberately losing money there, then pawned off some fake goods to the pawnshop owner, causing him to go bankrupt. They fleeced him of at least several tens of millions of dollars.

Central African Royal Rich Guy: Buddy, what I’m asking is how much money they lost. How much did they need to lose before they resorted to pawning things?

Blitz also felt their focus was somewhat different from ordinary people.

Aren’t you concerned about their impersonation to swindle money from others, but rather, how much they lost?

Blitz: They lost at least forty million and still owe the casino a debt of twenty million.

Central African Royal Rich Guy: Only sixty million? Just sixty million? Sixty million made them sell off their assets? Oh! Shit! That’s an insult to us!! We would never sell our assets over a mere sixty million; we easily spend over half a billion dollars just on a private jet! Where are they? I must give them a good lesson!!

Allen Zhang was also taken aback.

Even though I know you guys are filthy rich and own mines, you are way too powerful.

The Central African Rich are angry because the scammers spent too little on their fraud.

If they had spent more, would they have found it flattering?

This must be how the brains of the truly wealthy work.

The Central African Royal Rich Guy said that although they can’t compare to the oil magnates of the Middle East and have indeed declined in recent years, they still have some resources left. Little lions, little leopards, private grasslands, big villas, big gold mines, those are all just trivial for them.

Not to mention tens of millions, even if a few hundred million dollars were lost, they wouldn’t bat an eye, inconsequential.

Short on money? Just send people to mine for diamonds.

Indeed, Africa is poor, but it’s the common people who are poor, what does that have to do with their royalty and the rich?

They have plenty of money!!

Allen Zhang seemed to feel the flamboyance of the African old black bloke wash over him. He immediately instructed Blitz to tell them that the scammers were being well taken care of here, ready to be airfreighted or shipped over to be signed for, but the costs had to be covered.

Central African Rich: We just so happen to have some sea cargo being shipped to Los Angeles; you can directly contact our maritime staffers in Los Angeles and send the people to them. We’ll pay you a reward. And we’ll also send you a small gift as a token.

Blitz: Here is our Hanberger Foundation official website, you could consider supporting our charity work.

Central African Rich: I couldn’t care less about the fate of the white people on the West Coast; does your support for the homeless include any black people from Africa?

Blitz: Of course, we help anyone in need, regardless of race or color. We’ve already aided several hundred homeless to find jobs!

Central African Rich: I admire what you are doing, and you will have our support.

Then the General Sect Leader received a charitable donation from the Central African region just a few minutes later.

At a glance, a million dollars?

Very good, very good, it had to be you guys.

But is this million dollars meant to shoo away beggars? Do you think the General Sect Leader is short on cash?

With such a grandiose tone of yours, I thought I had landed a golden thigh, but it turns out you’re not that impressive.

These old blacks are indeed unreliable. To be honest, just so-so.

(Money in pocket, hitching up trousers)

But luckily, they also prepared to send over a storage container gift to them. But what good could possibly come from a container shipped from Central Africa—some local products?

These days no one’s into that kind of maritime trade anymore.

Allen Zhang pocketed his phone and immediately called Sieg and the Beggar Gang Disciples, got into a Rolls-Royce Cullinan, and headed to the Southern Port area of Los Angeles for the meeting.

Before long, they arrived at the Southern Port, and using the contact information left by the Central African Rich, they got in touch with the manager in charge of maritime storage. The Beggar Gang Disciples had also escorted the people over from the Qiliye Mountain Range.

“These are the international scammers; we haven’t mistreated them.”

Allen Zhang handed over the criminals to the Central African maritime workers, who were also black. After confirming their identities, they immediately waved and led the people onto the ship. Then they took the General Sect Leader and the others to their F2 storage area.

Opening the storage door, there were many containers inside as well. The black manager of the sea freight storage introduced, “These are all rare items we’ve transported from Central Africa, originally agreed upon with the buyer who paid the money, but they failed to come to collect the goods on time. You can choose one container to take away, and whatever is inside, it’s all yours.”

“Now that’s what I call good fortune, but I’m not sure what exactly is inside. Can’t you give us a hint?” Allen Zhang asked, “What if there’s contraband or bombs inside?”

“The contents of the containers are generally similar, nothing dangerous like you imagine, or else they couldn’t have been transported here,” the black manager said, pointing to a blue container. “This one should contain some medicinal herbs with extraction value and some regular mountain and marine treasures. We conduct legitimate escort business. There can’t be contraband.”

Allen Zhang looked a few times and randomly picked a red container, “This one.”

Sieg also took a pair of bolt cutters from the staff, broke the lock, and upon opening it, a hard-to-describe scent wafted out.