America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Beside him were several sharp-looking women in evening dresses, Allen Zhang also had an impression on them; one was the host of an underground casino mentioned in the intelligence, and the other two seemed to be actresses who had starred in several films.

A blonde Bunny Girl, dressed in her costume, came over with a tray, and the female assistant personally poured him a glass of champagne. "Mr. Jin, please wait here for a moment, Mr. Madison will be here soon."

"No problem, having such a stunning beauty like you with me, I don't feel lonely at all." Allen Zhang took the champagne, sat on the sofa, and laughed heartily as he spoke.

Hearing this, the female assistant felt that the General Sect Leader must also be very satisfied and interested in her. Understanding the cue, she sat on his lap and began massaging and kneading his legs, her eyes gleaming as she peeled grapes and fed them to him by hand.

Allen Zhang, of course, did not refuse this attention, and as he watched the departing Bunny Girl, he noted her wheat-colored skin, perky buttocks, and an overall healthy beauty reminiscent of Aunt Flo's punctual monthly visits.

He also asked, "What's her name?"

"Mr. Jin, are you interested in her?" The assistant was a bit surprised, glancing back at the Bunny Girl serving drinks, she remembered, "She seems to have voluntarily signed up to participate in the beauty contest for this gathering, her name is Lightlin, from Italy. Just a word from you, and I can call her over to serve you right now."

"Just thought she was hardworking." Allen Zhang smiled, watching the bustling Bunny Girl, whose demeanor showed a disciplined air, unlike the other scantily clad models and ladies. He tactfully declined.

After all, who knows how many spies the CIA has planted here, maybe even the person serving you drinks might be their agent. If they hear you talking cleverly and slip up, they might just pin you down immediately.

But, luckily, the General Sect Leader deals in legitimate businesses, and there's nothing to fault him on. He doesn't deal in flour business, nor does he grow leaves; at most, he sells some arms and does some waste recycling, are you going to arrest him for that?

The CIA doesn't handle these issues; it's not their domain. Otherwise, why don't they catch the Colonel next to us, who is hugging Bunny Girls on both sides and laughing joyfully?

Probably they don't have the capability, right? If they aren't from the same system, even if they are Imperial Guards, they must act according to the warlord's wishes.

If you offend the warlord, forget about a certain CIA agent, even the master behind you won't sleep soundly at night, fearing an unexpected missile might land and leave you bald.

The General Sect Leader's participation in this gathering largely went unnoticed, no one recognized him.

But Allen Zhang also enjoyed the freedom, sitting on the sofa, hugging the female assistant, chatting and laughing, and he also inquired about the identities of the other guests.

"Colonel Wood is the head of the California Flores Military District, and he's also an acquaintance of Mr. Madison, almost every fireworks display he is invited to attend. Mr. Duke is on the board of directors of Blue Pharmaceuticals, their company specializes in developing fitness medicine and sleeping aids, often bringing new products to the gatherings to cheer everyone up, and Mr. Madison really appreciates the Lemon slices they developed."

"That's Melissa, the host of the underground casino. She used to work in a convenience store, then worked at the underground casino attracting customers and got to know many rich people and celebrities, collecting entry tips from them. Later, she leased an office building to run her entertainment venue. Many people are willing to go to her underground casino to play cards, and she often invites known celebrities to the gatherings. But I heard she was recently investigated for illegal gambling operations, extorted by local gangs, but eventually, the gangs were eradicated overnight, and she was fined two hundred thousand US dollars and had to perform 100 hours of community service before being released."

The female assistant informatively introduced to the General Sect Leader, providing Allen Zhang with insights. People in this circle are mostly involved in interest transfers, not only is she the leader of an illegal gambling operation but also an old madam.

Introducing female stars into the circle, exchanging resources with the rich, her job nature is quite similar to that of a socialite.

A while later, the host of the private island, Madison, came over, looking pale with dark circles under his eyes, supported by a female butler and using a cane, seeming not in the best condition.

As soon as he entered, he received a warm welcome and greeted everyone enthusiastically.

Allen Zhang also stood up to greet him, the female assistant blushed, adjusted her slightly damp skirt, grabbed a tissue, and hurried into the restroom.

"Duke, the pills you sent last time really did a number on me, I couldn't get out of bed for days," Madison complained but reminisced, "But they really felt stimulating when used."

The director of Blue Pharmaceuticals, Duke, was at a loss, "Mr. Madison, I told you to take only one pill at a time, how many did you take? The doctor said you took three! My goodness, a normal person can't withstand so much dosage, you're lucky to be alive."

"Hahaha, with such a hot babe waiting for me, how could I resist being a quick shot? Don't worry, I was just joking with you, even if I die, I'd die delighted, you don't have to be responsible," Madison laughed heartily, not minding the small matter, as everyone continued chatting and laughing.