The Supreme Soldier in the City

At 4 PM, James Brown and Helen Wilson were already seated in a tea house. At this moment, James’s face looked a bit plumper than usual, with a beard on his face, making him appear to be a man in his thirties. He wore a flashy casual shirt and shorts, a thick gold necklace around his neck, and a diamond-studded watch on his wrist, clearly resembling a nouveau riche.

Helen Wilson, on the other hand, was dressed in a little strappy tank top and a short, blurry skirt that left her arms and thighs exposed. Heavily made up and decked in glittering jewelry, she looked exactly like the typical mistress.

Across from them sat a skinny man in his thirties, his gaze greedily roaming over Helen Wilson’s body, constantly swallowing his saliva. This fellow was John Smith, the very person James Brown and his company had come to meet.

"Mr. Lee, your woman is really beautiful," John Smith said, swallowing his saliva enviously as he spoke to James Brown.

James Brown laughed heartily, touching Helen Wilson’s leg and said, "Isn’t that the joy of being rich? If I don’t get myself a beautiful girl, wouldn’t I be letting myself down?"

Helen Wilson moaned softly, leaning into James Brown’s embrace and cooing, "You’re so bad, there are others around." By then, Helen Wilson had already mentally prepared herself, knowing full well that John Smith was a lecher who had been with countless women, which is why she dared not slack off and played the part of a lover fully.

John Smith flattered them, saying, "Heh, that’s well said Mr. Lee. Once I’ve made big money, I’ll definitely get a lady as beautiful as your sister-in-law."

James Brown waved his hand dismissively, saying boldly, "As long as you do a good job for me, you’ll certainly get your share once I’ve made my money."

However, John Smith looked troubled and said, "Mr. Lee, honestly speaking, a lot of people are trying to get into this line of business now. Everyone knows the high profit margins in smuggling goods, so there’s no shortage of people asking me to be their guide. The higher-ups have already set the requirements; we are temporarily not dealing with small-time receivers without proper backing."

James Brown’s eyes widened as he shot back, "What are you getting at? You looking down on me?"

John Smith hastily replied, "I’m not looking down on you, Mr. Lee. But now, to pick up goods, the minimum is seventy thousand dollars and we only handle operations within the territory of YODC City. Once it’s outside of YODC City, we won’t be responsible. The risks are not small, so you better think it through, Mr. Lee."