America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

A huge warm feeling welled up in Sarah's heart.

She leaned on Chen An's strong shoulder, looking at the carefree little creatures in the manor, and felt an overwhelming sense of happiness.

However, that's not the main event today.

Just as several women were basking in the pink glow of pink bubbles surrounding the alpaca and call duck.

The white manager of the logistics company, with an extremely serious and even somewhat awe-inspiring expression, walked up to Chen An carrying a black metal birdcage.

The cage was covered by a thick black cloth, and there was not a sound or even a commotion coming from inside.

But this eerie silence exuded a murderous aura that even Zeus, the giant guard dog not far away, couldn't help but tuck its tail between its legs and let out a low growl.

Aya's attention was instantly drawn to the cage, and her radar, as a top hunter, immediately went off.

"What's in here...?" Aya stared intently at the black cloth.

"This is for the true master of this farm."

A proud and unrestrained smile curved Chen An's lips.

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He stepped forward, put on a heavy leather glove hand-stitched from top-quality reindeer hide and cut-resistant Kevlar, and held his left arm out to the side.

"Whoosh—!"

The white manager suddenly ripped off the black cloth.

For a moment, the air seemed to stand still.

Inside the metal birdcage stood a raptor with a well-proportioned body, its entire body a breathtaking pure white, with only black spots like ice cracks on the tips of its wings!

The moment the black cloth was lifted, it turned its streamlined head toward Chen An.

A pair of sharp, golden eyes, sharp enough to pierce the soul, gleamed with an arrogance and cruelty as cold as an iceberg.

Its hooked, glossy black beak proclaims its absolute authority as the ruler of the sky.

"My God... this is a gyrfalcon?" Aya gasped in disbelief.

"To be precise, this is an albino saker falcon with the finest pure bloodline, which was sent from the Siberian Polar Breeding Center in Russia, across half the globe. It even has some Icelandic gyrfalcon genes in its ancestor."

Chen An opened the cage door and approached it with his left arm, which was wearing a leather glove.

"This variant of fur is not only a symbol of power in the eyes of the crown princes of the Arab world who control the world's oil, but its value is enough to buy a luxury villa facing the sea in Dubai. The price would not be less than two million US dollars."

Two million US dollars?

Jessica, who was petting a duck, almost threw the duck she was holding when she heard the number.

A bird that can fly is more expensive than those limited-edition sports cars?! Is this the game for the rich?

The white falcon looked at the powerful arm, tentatively tilted its head, and then suddenly spread its nearly 1.5-meter-wide wings.

"Clatter".

It nimbly leaped onto Chen An's left forearm, which was covered in reindeer hide.

Its extremely sharp and powerful claws gripped the leather glove tightly, even producing a crisp friction sound upon contact.

"call--"

It proudly raised its neck, facing the slightly warm breeze of early summer in Montana, and gently flapped its wings.

The pure white feathers, illuminated by the sunlight, reflect a noble, awe-inspiring, and inviolable beauty.

One man, one eagle.

Short black hair, dark gray overalls, a cool and composed face, paired with the two million dollar white aerial assassin on his arm.

This image is filled with an irresistible surge of male hormones that no female creature can resist; it is the ultimate embodiment of the phrase "conquering nature."

"So handsome..."

The adoration in Aya's eyes almost transformed into a tangible flame.

In Native American tribes, men who can tame this apex predator are known as "the embodiment of the sun."

If it weren't for the fact that it was broad daylight, she would have loved to pounce on this man on that newly planted lawn and give birth to the strongest child for him.

"Does it have a name?" Sarah was also somewhat shocked. Although she had seen the world, this was the first time she had come into close contact with such a wild and luxurious animal.

Chen An gently but firmly stroked the smooth feathers on the back of the Sky King with the pad of his right thumb.

The falcon didn't resist; instead, it comfortably half-closed its golden eagle eyes.

"Not yet. But I plan to call it—'Sharp Blade'."

Chen An suddenly swung his arm, and the falcon cleverly released its claws.

"Eh-!!!"

A long, resounding roar that pierced the clouds and split rocks.

The pure white "blade" shot into the sky like a white lightning bolt.

Its speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to keep up with; in the blink of an eye, it climbed to a height of several hundred meters and hovered above the place called Titan Manor.

"It's not just a luxury item to show off."

Chen An looked up at the white dot soaring freely in the blue sky, his eyes burning with a desire to control everything.

"Before Aya shows me that 20,000-acre hunting ground."

"It is the other pair of eyes at Titan Farm... my own third eye."

At this moment, the wind on the farm became softer.

Alpacas were chewing grass, Call ducks were quacking and pacing back and forth, and Thoroughbreds were snorting in their stables.

Meanwhile, in the sky, Chen An's white-haired overlord was declaring his territory.

In their own world, they hold all the wildness and beauty firmly in their own hands, in the most expensive way.

Joe Capone's last and largest hidden legacy left in Montana.

And so, on this bright and sunny morning, it was transformed into a few thin documents, becoming the new map of Titan Manor's frenzied expansion.

"Is the title to this land clear?"

Chen An stood in front of the holographic electronic sand table in his study, his finger tracing the boundaries of the newly imported map.

Ava, who had just connected via encrypted line, chuckled confidently in her San Francisco office:

"Cleaner than an apple you've washed with holy water. Old Joe quietly signed a century-long lease agreement with an offshore company called Greenwoods."

"Not only did I take over the entire area, but I also managed to get the local state legislature to designate this woodland as an 'absolutely private protected area'."

"As long as we set up some kind of ecological project there to cover it up, the tax bureau will have to apply a month in advance even to check the water meters."

"Well done, Ava," Chen An praised sincerely. "Come to Montana for a few days of rest after you're done with this busy period. Your private room will always be reserved for you."

After ending the call, Chen An closed the tablet.

Having such a vast and boundless backyard, it would be a disservice to the farmer's status not to personally measure it.

"Let's go inspect our new territory," Chen An shouted downstairs as he walked outside.