America: The Cremator

Chapter 190 Four Soul Crystals, Forging a New Sacred Artifact!

Sulong, carrying the peachwood chest in one hand and a brown paper envelope containing checks in the other, walked out of St. James's Cathedral side by side with Hannah, his mind racing, calculating everything that would happen that night.

The cold wind of early morning hit you in Seattle, carrying dampness and chill.

From killing the fake Crow, to unexpectedly learning about the hidden dangers of Mammon's remains, and finally to the emergence of the Wynn Club, a transnational cult.

The situation was clearly much more complicated than he had anticipated, but high risk also meant high reward, and the two million dollars and a host of resources were the best proof of that.

Hannah instinctively pulled her nun's habit tighter and quickly followed Sulong, the two heading straight for the black Cadillac Escalade parked at the edge of the square.

Su Long opened the car door and sat in the spacious driver's seat, while Hannah went around to the other side and opened the passenger door to get in.

The heavy car door slammed shut, completely shutting out the biting cold wind from outside.

Surong casually placed the wooden box full of extraordinary resources on the armrest box between the two of them, and then handed the envelope to Hannah.

"Keep this safe, it's your compensation. You must keep it safe." Su Long said in a relaxed tone.

Hannah looked at the brown paper envelope, but made no move to take it.

"I can't accept it." She shook her head, her tone very firm.

Su Long raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair: "Why not? This is what the church owed you and your brother back then. You have every right to take it."

"Hannah, this money is enough for you to buy a villa in Seattle. Take it, and you won't have to work the night shift in this dilapidated church anymore, and you won't have to work odd jobs to scrape together the money."

Hannah looked directly into Surong's eyes and said very seriously, "Your domain directly suppresses Bishop Evan, and the multi-faceted regulatory clauses you proposed have completely restricted the Church."

"Without your intervention to deter and negotiate, I really don't know what I would have done."

"Su, you fought for all of these things, so they should be yours."

"If I were alone today, facing pressure from the church, I might not even have had the chance to refuse."

Sulong shoved the envelope directly into Hannah's hand.

"Hannah, I got this under the guise of compensation, I'm too embarrassed to take it."

Hannah looked down at the envelope in her hand, then at the wooden box next to her containing soul crystals and mithril coins, before putting the envelope back on the armrest box.

"Stop talking, Sue."

The girl suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Su Long's neck.

The distance between them instantly closed, and the faint fragrance emanating from her, mixed with the incense from the church, entered Su Long's nostrils.

Hannah tilted her head slightly, pressed her warm lips firmly against Surong's cheek, and whispered, "It seems that ordinary methods won't convince you."

Before Su Long could react, Hannah had already reached out and grabbed the car keys under the steering wheel.

"Click".

The key was forcibly turned back.

The low rumble of the Escalade's V8 engine, which was just about to roar, was abruptly cut off, and the lights on the instrument panel went out.

The entire carriage fell silent, with only the faintest breathing sounds echoing in the air.

Hannah unbuckled her seatbelt, and the nun's habit, which originally seemed conservative and abstinent, became slightly deformed with her large movements.

Immediately afterwards, she leaned her whole body toward the driver's seat and placed her hands on the center console.

Surong leaned back in his chair, looking at Hannah's face so close to his, and at her black eyes that still shone brightly in the darkness.

"What kind of persuasion is this?" Su Long asked with great interest.

Hannah smiled slightly, her full, moist lips parting slightly, and spoke softly with a hint of slyness: "A more primitive way."

Su Long's breathing suddenly became heavier. He raised his hand and pressed the electric adjustment button on the side of the seat with great skill.

With a slight mechanical motor whirring, the wide seat back slowly reclined.

The space between the steering wheel and the seat has been completely freed up.

Seattle's nights are incredibly deep.

The searchlights on the cathedral's exterior walls shone through the car windows, casting dappled light and shadow inside the carriage.

The Cadillac Escalade has excellent sound insulation, completely blocking out the wind noise from the outside, leaving only the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other inside the car.

Su Long crossed his arms behind his head, his gaze passing through the skylight as he looked at the sparse starlight in the night sky.

The temperature rose rapidly in the confined space.

A fine layer of mist gradually appeared on the car window, completely blurring the outside world.

Hannah's neat, short black hair occasionally brushed against his side, causing a slight tingling sensation.

This usually reserved and low-key nun was unusually serious and stubborn when expressing her stance.

To achieve her goal, she was even willing to abandon all her reserve. Although her movements were somewhat awkward, her eagerness to persuade created a strong sense of contrast.

Time passed by, second by second.

Su Long let out a long breath, reached out and fumbled on the side of the seat, then pressed a button.

The backrest slowly returns to its upright position under the drive of the motor.

Hannah had already sat back in the passenger seat, her cheeks flushed, her head down, and she reached up to tidy her disheveled hair before pressing the window control button.

The window rolled down, and a blast of cold air rushed in, instantly dispelling the faint smell inside the car.

Hannah took a sip of mineral water, then popped her head out of the car to rinse her mouth before turning back to look at Surong with utmost seriousness.

"Su, can you listen to me now?"

Hannah pointed to something on the center console and said with certainty, "Those two soul crystals won't improve my sacred artifact much. You definitely need them more than I do."

"Su, I am very clear about my own strength. In the upcoming battle, you will be the main force. Concentrating resources on you will allow you to play the greatest role."

"Of these extraordinary resources, I will only take one mithril coin for my own use; the rest are all yours."

She paused, then stacked the two brown paper envelopes together.

"As for this money, I'll split it in half."

Looking at Hannah's extremely serious expression, Su Long's gaze lingered for two seconds on her still slightly moist lips.

Since the other party has already gone to such great lengths to persuade me, it would seem too unreasonable to insist on refusing.

Moreover, Hannah is right; his field does indeed require a lot of resources to support it.

"Okay, whatever you say." Su Long readily agreed, picked up the car key again, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it forcefully.

The dormant V8 engine awoke once more, unleashing an extremely deep roar.

When Hannah saw that Sulong agreed, her tense shoulders finally relaxed, and she began to straighten the collar of her nun's habit, which had become a little messy due to the large movements, and fastened the buttons one by one.

"boom"

"Come with me to the bank tomorrow morning to cash the check," Hannah said, looking at Suron. "After we get the money, we'll go see the craftsman Kurt."

"In order to deal with Wynn Resorts, we must prepare as many useful trump cards as possible."

"I definitely need to go see him and get my weapons serviced while I'm at it." Su Long gripped the steering wheel with one hand and shifted the other into Drive.

"Not only that, I also need some protective alchemical items," Hannah added. "Although my brother is a contractor, he has no combat experience. If he becomes a target in a firefight, I must have something to protect him."

"Kurt definitely has what you want. He can make anything as long as you pay him enough." Su Long stepped on the gas.

The massive black Cadillac Escalade started smoothly, drove away from the square of St. James's Cathedral, and disappeared into the deep night of Seattle along the winding ramp.

The next morning, before the Seattle fog had lifted, several black full-size SUVs pulled up outside Hannah’s residence.

Su Long opened the door, and four groups of professionals in suits filed in, quickly filling the living room.

The representative from the church's legal department looked extremely grim and maintained a stern expression throughout the entire meeting.

Sitting opposite them was the top-notch legal team sent by the Yurievich family. The white lawyer in charge pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an extremely powerful aura.

The other two groups consisted of senior representatives from Northern Trust Company and Guardian Life Insurance Company.

After reviewing the thick contract, the Yurievich family's lawyer looked up at Suron and Hannah and gave a professional conclusion in a very fast-paced manner.

"Mr. Sue, Ms. West, we have checked all the terms and conditions word for word."

"The $50 million performance bond has been deposited into Northern Trust's dedicated escrow account. The $10 million universal life insurance policy has also officially taken effect."

"The exemption from multi-party supervision, the standards for determining church breach of contract, and the enforcement clauses for compensation are all flawless; it is a perfectly sealed contract."

Representatives from Northern Trust and the insurance company nodded and took out thick, stamped documents from their briefcases to confirm.

The church's legal representative across the way gritted his teeth and didn't say a word throughout the entire process.

Su Long picked up the pen and signed his name on the document with a crisp and efficient motion.

Hannah followed suit, putting pen to paper in her place.

"It's a pleasure working with you." The Yurievich family's lawyer smiled as he put away their copy and nodded to Suron.

Minutes later, the group of professionals quickly left the villa with the documents.

As the SUVs drove away, the living room fell silent again.

On the coffee table were two original copies of their contract, written in black and white, stamped with the bright red seal of the Seattle Parish.

With the combined backing of financial giants and gangster arms dealers, no matter how much the church wants to take action, it will have to consider the $60 million cost of breach of contract.

Hannah slumped to the side and fell directly onto the large sofa.

Today she changed into an extremely loose set of loungewear. The tension she felt at the church last night, coupled with the intense persuasion work in the Cadillac carriage in the middle of the night, had exhausted her, and she hadn't slept well since returning home.

Now that things were settled, she buried her face in the soft cushion and mumbled a muffled sound from underneath: "Sleepy—"

Su Long stood beside the sofa and tugged at her cushion: "You can't sleep yet."

Hannah rolled over, lying on her back, and protested with her eyes closed: "Just five minutes—I don't even want to move a finger."

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"No, go wash up."

Sulong refused very decisively.

"After all, we still need to cash those two million checks, and we'll naturally spend the money we have."

"Besides, your brother's protective gear is still unresolved."

For the sake of the two million dollars and her brother's armor, Hannah forced herself to sit up from the sofa, scratched her messy short hair, and hurried to the bathroom.

After a simple breakfast, Sulong drove his Cadillac Escalade with Hannah in to the JPMorgan Chase bank in the city center.

As one of the largest financial institutions in the United States, JPMorgan Chase's VIP business area is decorated in the most luxurious way.

Stepping onto the thick carpet, the two met the lobby manager in a highly private meeting room.

When Surron pushed the promissory note stamped with the seal of the Seattle parish treasurer onto the table, the well-dressed manager became even more respectful.

Verifying the anti-counterfeiting watermark, checking the authorized signature, and confirming by calling the diocese's financial hotline—all processes were completed efficiently.

Twenty minutes later, the huge sum of two million US dollars was fully redeemed.

As agreed last night, the money was split in two and deposited into the private accounts of Suron and Hannah respectively.

Su Long looked at the SMS notification that the money had been credited to his account on his phone screen. The sense of security that came with that long string of numbers was incredibly reassuring.

Leaving the city center, the Cadillac Escalade headed west and eventually stopped on a street on the outskirts of the old town.

Surong and Hannah got out of the car and walked into the alleyway covered with water stains and moss, as if they knew the way well.

The air still smelled unpleasant, and in the corner at the far end, the wooden door behind which was concealed a Claymore mine stood silently.

Su Long walked to the right side of the wooden door and pressed the grime-covered communicator button.

After the harsh sound of the electric microphone rang out, the surveillance camera above turned around, its red light aimed at the two people.

"Who?"

Kurt's deep, rough voice came through the communicator.

"It's me, Suron, and Hannah."

The camera panned up and down, and the voice on the communicator relaxed: "Oh, it's you. Come in."

As the words fell, the trash can next to the wooden door, covered in thick grease, made a dull thud.

The heavy cover folded back, revealing the downward-extending metal staircase.

The two went down the stairs and entered the spacious underground workshop.

The temperature inside the workshop was still higher than outside, and the air was filled with metal dust and the smell of high-temperature forging.

Beside the control panel, the dwarf, who was less than 1.2 meters tall, was standing on a specially made lifting platform.

He was still fully encased in that extremely thick silver-tungsten alloy plate armor. Upon hearing footsteps, Kurt put down the welding torch in his hand.

He pushed up the helmet visor, revealing a weathered face, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, which was covered by a thick fireproof glove.

"Long time no see, you two."

Kurt glanced at Suron, his gaze lingering on his waist for a moment.

"What brings you here this time? To maintain the sacred relics? I remember your treasures aren't in need of major repairs yet."

Surong pulled over a folding chair and sat down by himself: "Maintaining the sacred artifact is one reason, but I also need you to help me see if you have any suitable defensive sacred artifacts here."

Kurt raised his thick eyebrows and stepped down from the elevator platform.

The heavy metal leg armor slammed into the ground with a familiar clanging sound.

"A defensive relic? These things aren't cheap."

As Kurt spoke, he strode toward a large metal safe deep inside the workshop.

"Many exorcists would rather spend a lot of money on a good gun than invest in armor. But since you've asked, I happen to have two pieces in stock. Would you like to take a look?"

"Let me take a look." Su Long nodded.

Kurt turned the safe's dial, opened the heavy door, took out two items wrapped in a dust cloth, walked back to the workbench, and carefully placed them on the table.

Pulling back the dust cover, the first item was a dark brown vest lining.

"This lining is made from the tannins of a swamp crocodile."

Kurt pointed to the rough texture on the vest's surface and explained, "This thing is a bit lacking in physical defense, but the leather itself has good spiritual resistance, and it's also very effective against some strange attacks."

Then, he tore off the second piece of cloth, revealing a silver-gray chainmail.

Each metal ring of the chainmail is polished to an extremely fine finish, and the rings are interlocked, giving it a heavy, substantial feel when held in the hand.

"This is a ringed chainmail made of mithril alloy."

Kurt patted the surface of the chainmail.

"Although its spiritual defense is not as good as crocodile skin, it has extremely strong resistance to physical attacks and is very well concealed when worn under clothing."

Su Long sat in the chair, his gaze sweeping over the two pieces of armor. He didn't touch them, but instead activated his spiritual vision.

Under the power of spiritual vision, the crocodile skin vest was covered with a faint, dark green glow, while the chainmail was even worse, emitting only a very thin layer of silver spiritual light.

Regardless of which one it is, its aura intensity appears to be quite mediocre.

This level of armor might be passable against C-rank or ordinary B-rank monsters.

But Hannah's brother will next face the ruthless cultists of Wynn Resorts, and may even have to confront the leakage of the S-class demon Mammon's power.

Surong withdrew his spiritual vision, shook his head, and said with disdain, "Kurt, is that all? Don't you have anything better?"

Kurt was waiting for Su Long to pay, but when he heard this, his face froze, his eyes widened instantly, and he roared out in a rough voice.

"That's it?!"

Kurt slammed his hand on the control panel, making the chainmail rattle loudly. "Kid, are you here to cause trouble?"

Pointing at Su Long, she snapped, "Do you think those top-grade sacred artifacts you have are like common cabbages? Just because you own three top-grade ones doesn't mean all the sacred artifacts in the world should be of that quality!"

"Let me tell you, these two pieces of armor would start at $300,000 on the black market, and there's no way you could buy them! Countless exorcists would save up for half their lives and still not be able to afford one of these life-saving items!"

Hannah stood to the side, watching Kurt's outburst, and awkwardly tried to smooth things over.

Su Long wasn't buying it at all.

He leaned back in his chair, watching Kurt rage with a calm expression.

When Kurt finally stopped breathing heavily, Su Long slowly said, "Alright, calm down."

"I absolutely did not mean to belittle your craftsmanship, it's just that these two items do not meet my requirements."

He looked directly into Kurt's eyes and asked the question he really wanted to know: "Since you don't have any top-quality ones here, just tell me directly, how exactly do you create a top-quality sacred artifact like the one I have?"

Kurt was taken aback, clearly not expecting Su Long to ask such a question. He stared at Su Long for a few seconds, and after confirming that the other party was not joking, the anger on his face slowly subsided, replaced by seriousness.

He put his old-fashioned monocle back on, placed his hands on the workbench, and said in a deep voice, "To create a top-grade sacred artifact of that level, conventional materials and methods are simply not enough."

"First, you need a core material that is more advanced and rarer than Mithril Coins."

He held up his short, stubby fingers and gestured: "The best material is soul crystals, and at least three are needed."

Upon hearing the number three, Hannah's thoughts came to a standstill.

Soul crystals are spiritual crystals that only drop with a certain probability after a high-level, mysterious death, and are extremely rare.

The church suffered a huge loss last night and only managed to offer two coins as compensation.

Three soul crystals—that's an astronomical number.

Ignoring Hannah's shock, Kurt continued, "This is nothing. I'm only talking about the core materials."

"Secondly, the mortal object used as the foundation must be of extremely high quality to withstand the infusion of a massive amount of spiritual energy without collapsing, otherwise the soul crystal will be wasted."

"The most important point."

Kurt emphasized, "The best thing to use as the base is something that its owner has used closely for a long time, or even something that has been with the owner for many years."

"Only in this way can it be imbued with enough personal essence, so that it can resonate with the soul of its master during forging, directly skipping the break-in period and reaching the highest quality."

After speaking, Kurt spread his hands, making a helpless gesture: "Three soul crystals, a top-grade base, plus the soul bond from long-term use."

"Su Long, it's not that I'm making things difficult for you, but these three conditions are indispensable."

"Now you understand why top-grade sacred artifacts are so rare, right?"

Su Long sat in his chair, listening to Kurt's story, and quickly weighed the stringent conditions in his mind.

Three Soul Crystals.

After killing the fake crow in the morgue, he still had three soul crystals left.

Including the two he extorted from the church last night, he now holds a total of five soul crystals.

Resources are completely overflowing.

As for the base of the supreme mortal object and the soul bond of long-term use—

He stood up, unzipped his black windbreaker, took it off, and casually draped it over the back of the chair.

Inside was a close-fitting, silver-white soft armor.

This armor is made entirely of dragon-scale titanium alloy, with a lining woven with high-purity silver-tungsten alloy threads.

In the dim light of the workshop, the fine metal scales gleamed with a cold luster.

Su Long had a clear plan in mind.

This dragon scale armor was a gift from Dania. Although he hadn't had it for long, due to his busy schedule, they had still gone through quite a few battles together.

The condition of soul bond is absolutely met.

As for the materials, the combination of dragon scale titanium alloy and silver tungsten alloy is a top-tier material that materials science can produce, and its physical defense is already maxed out.

If it could be forged into a sacred object using soul crystals to make up for its weakness in spiritual defense, the value of this armor would be immeasurable.

More importantly, we now have to face those lunatics from Wynn Resorts.

Hannah's brother Damian is a burden with no combat experience. Lending him this complete defensive relic will definitely save a lot of energy in protecting Damian.

The key point is that the relic still belonged to him afterwards, so these resources were not wasted.

This deal is a great bargain!

"Look at this, how's it looking on me?"

Sulong pointed to the soft armor on his body and looked at Kurt across from the control panel.

Kurt was still immersed in his lecture about the demanding conditions for top-grade holy relics.

He looked up when he heard Su Long's words.

The moment his gaze fell upon the dragon-scale armor, the hot-tempered dwarf craftsman froze, craning his short, thick neck forward, nearly causing the monocle on his nose to fall off.

"Take it off and let me see."

Kurt stared intently at the armor, his tone urgent.

Su Long frowned, looking at the rough-looking man who was less than 1.2 meters tall: "What you're saying sounds a bit strange."

"Stop talking nonsense! I told you to take off this armor and show it to me!"

Kurt was so anxious that he slammed his fist on the table, his heavy fireproof gloves making a deafening noise as they hit the metal workbench.

"Hurry up and take it off!"

Su Long stopped teasing him, crossed his hands, grabbed the hem of the soft armor, and took it off.

"Bang."

The heavy dragon scale armor was thrown onto the control panel with a dull thud.

Kurt immediately pounced on it, not even bothering to take off his fireproof gloves, and directly touched the fine titanium alloy scales with his gloves.

Then, he turned the armor over and carefully examined the interwoven silver-tungsten alloy threads in the lining.

"Great stuff—absolutely great stuff!"

Kurt's voice was trembling, and his previous disdainful attitude was completely gone.

"This level of dragon-scale titanium alloy, with its high-purity silver-tungsten alloy wire drawing process, the craftsmanship, the materials—it's beautiful, absolutely stunning!"

He looked up, his eyes burning with fervor as he stared at Su Long: "How long have you been wearing this thing?"

"I've always worn it close to my skin since I started in this line of work," Su Long replied.

"Perfect!"

Kurt slapped the armor.

"Top-quality material, rich aura! This armor is practically made to hold high-level spiritual energy!"

He stared at Su Long, his tone urgent: "Do you have soul crystals? Take them out! If I have enough soul crystals, I can really start the furnace!"

"Sulong, I guarantee this will be the most perfect work I've created in the last five years!"

Hannah stood to the side, watching Kurt's frenzied state, unable to get a word in edgewise.

Without wasting words, Su Long directly communicated with the system panel with a thought.

Four soul crystals, radiating brilliant colors, appeared directly in his palm.

With a flick of his wrist, Su Long casually placed the four top-grade resources, coveted by countless high-level exorcists, onto the oil-stained and metal-shaving workbench.

"I'll give you four, is that enough?" Su Long asked.

Kurt did not witness the Soul Crystal appear out of thin air.

He only saw Su Long reach out and, as if pulling out a few coins from his pocket, slam four soul crystals onto the table.

This experienced Confucian craftsman broke through the defenses directly.

"Oh, shit!"

Kurt cursed loudly, took a step back, and pointed at Sulong as if he had seen a ghost.

"Are you out of your mind?! Is this how you store soul crystals?!"

He hurriedly grabbed a pair of specially made silver tweezers from the tool rack next to him and carefully picked up the soul crystal on the table.

"You're not even soaking it in holy water! Don't you know that the spiritual energy of this stuff evaporates quickly when exposed to air? You're wasting resources!"

While cursing, Kurt quickly rummaged through the cabinet and pulled out a glass container filled with holy water. Then, he used tweezers to pick up the four soul crystals one by one, preparing to put them into the holy water.

But when he picked up the first one, he paused.

Kurt brought the Soul Crystal close to the monocle and carefully observed the flow of spiritual energy within it.

"Damn it—"

Kurt muttered something under his breath.

These soul crystals, which were not properly stored, were surprisingly full of spiritual energy, with no trace of loss.

"Thankfully, not much of this spiritual energy has been lost."

Kurt breathed a sigh of relief, carefully immersing the four soul crystals in the holy water before finally feeling completely at ease.

The materials produced and stored by the system will naturally not have the problem of spiritual loss.

But Sulong didn't need to explain this to Kurt; he simply steered the conversation back on track.

"All the materials are ready. Now, tell me how much it costs."

Kurt held the glass container containing the soul crystal close to his chest, afraid that Su Long would snatch it back. He cleared his throat and regained his shrewdness as a craftsman.

"Forging fee, a flat price of five hundred thousand US dollars."

Kurt stretched out five short, thick fingers and stared directly at Suron.

"Furthermore, I must make the unpleasant points clear upfront."

"The forging of such a top-grade sacred object has a certain probability of failure. No matter how superb my forging skills are, I cannot guarantee 100% success."

"If it fails, I will only refund the 500,000 forging fee, without compensating for the raw materials. If the four soul crystals and this armor are destroyed, it's your own responsibility."

Upon hearing this condition, Hannah couldn't help but say, "No compensation for materials if it fails? That's too risky."

The $500,000 labor cost was secondary; the four soul crystals were priceless, not to mention Su Long's top-tier dragon scale armor.

If it's completely destroyed, the losses will be incalculable.

"This is the rule for blacksmiths everywhere."

Kurt retorted confidently, "If you want the best, you have to take the risks. See if you're willing to accept it. If not, take your stuff and leave."

Su Long sat down in the chair without even hesitating.

The money was just extorted, the soul crystals were free, and the armor was readily available.

It's a risk-free business; only a fool wouldn't take the gamble.

Moreover, he trusted Kurt's skills; although the dwarf had a bad temper, his technique was absolutely top-notch in Seattle.

"I accept." Su Long nodded.

"Go for it, I trust your skills."

Hearing Su Long agree so readily, Kurt finally smiled with satisfaction, rolled up the dragon scale armor, and hugged it to his chest along with the glass container containing the soul crystal.

"You have good taste."

Kurt turned around and strode toward a heavy iron door on the inside of the workshop.

"Let's wait and see; the process is quite lengthy. This item requires extremely delicate spiritual guidance."

He opened the iron gate and glanced back at the two of them.

"You can go look around somewhere else first, grab a coffee or something to eat. Don't come back for at least four hours."

"Bang.

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The iron gate was slammed shut.

Soon after, a dull mechanical roar and the whooshing sound of a high-temperature furnace igniting came from behind the door.

Surong stood up, picked up his windbreaker from the back of the chair and put it back on, then turned to Hannah and said, "Let's go. Since we have to wait four hours, we might as well take care of something else."

Hannah followed Suron up the metal staircase, asking curiously, "Is there anything else we need to do?"

"Your brother will arrive in five days, and the Wynn Resorts could make their move in Seattle at any time."

Surong looked at the Cadillac Escalade parked by the roadside, opened the car door, and said, "Defense alone is not enough. Since we have two million in cash, we should definitely purchase some good firearms."

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