America: Starting from collecting corpses, leveling up to godhood

"I don't understand what you mean." Chen Ming didn't touch his wine glass.

"Winning the race and taking the prize money is only right and proper. I should take the money and leave now."

What's the rush?

Victor leaned back into the leather sofa, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"Someone as talented as you is wasting his time as a porter... I was very impressed with you when I saw you at the manor last time." The old man grinned, his voice hoarse.

"Although you are very vulgar, your body lines are as perfect as an ancient Greek sculpture, even more perfect than my best wax figure."

Upon hearing this bizarre praise, Michelle, standing behind Chen Ming, immediately got goosebumps.

Chen Ming, however, remained standing still.

"Out of a bit of personal curiosity, I hired a private investigator to look into your background." Victor shook the ice cubes in his glass.

"The result was really interesting."

"Before your family's misfortune, your physique and athletic ability were only average. You had no combat training experience, let alone racing. But in the short period of time after the accident at home..."

Victor stared intently at Chen Ming.

"You can win four fights in a row at an underground boxing gym, start dealing in corpses, and tonight you've shown top-notch driving skills... it's like you've completely become a different person."

The old man put down his wine glass.

"Tell me, how exactly did you do that?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ming's expression changed from composure to something else, and his fingers immediately rested on the Glock's grip.

If the old man on the sofa raises his hand even slightly, or if the bodyguards outside make any attempt to break down the door, this gun will definitely blow their heads off immediately.

Michelle, who was closest to Chen Ming, immediately noticed the change in him and was so frightened that she held her breath and took a half step back.

"Don't get excited... I'm just curious," Victor grinned.

"Countless secrets sink to the bottom of the sea every day in Los Angeles, but I happen to have a tricky matter that needs someone like you, who doesn't follow the rules of convention, to handle and help with..."

"I'm busy."

Chen Ming turned and walked toward the door without even looking at him, and Michelle quickly followed.

"You can leave," Victor's voice drifted over.

"But this lady has to stay. She not only sneaked into my arena, but also brought a camera and took pictures everywhere, which broke my rules."

"Not only that," Victor said, adding to the fuzzy ...

"If tomorrow some medical institutions and laboratories received a report about changes in your body... guess how much they'd be willing to pay for your organs to study?"

"Click".

Before the glass even touched the old man's lips, Chen Ming had already drawn his gun, turned around, and pointed it directly at Victor's forehead.

The action of drawing the gun and aiming was so fast that the latter had no time to react.

"Do you think you can take me down just because there are a few armed thugs standing outside the door?" Chen Ming asked coldly, holding a gun in one hand.

The smile on Victor's face vanished completely.

"Young man, if you point a gun at me here, you won't even be able to leave this building."

"I really hate it when people threaten me with this kind of thing."

Chen Ming did not pull the trigger, but the muzzle of the gun was firmly locked on Victor's forehead.

"Calm down," Victor chuckled dryly.

"There's no need for everyone to fight to the death. You can look at the hallway outside." The old man gestured with his chin toward the surveillance screen on the wall.

"There are more than a dozen professional bodyguards outside, all armed with automatic weapons... Even if you shoot me dead, the two of you will be turned into mush by the bullets outside."

"Michelle, go take a look."

Michelle swallowed hard and immediately moved closer to the monitoring console by the wall.

She glanced at it and her face turned pale.

"Chen, what he said is true... The corridors are completely blocked, and the exits downstairs are also guarded."

Chen Ming quickly started to calculate in his mind.

In this situation, even if Victor were eliminated directly, it would still be too difficult for him to break through against a dozen gunmen, despite his superior physical abilities and marksmanship.

Taking the other person hostage would allow him to leave safely, but it would cause a huge commotion, and Victor's men might even call the police—making it impossible for him to stay in California any longer.

We need to keep this old man calm first, then find an opportunity to kill him.

The room was quiet for a moment.

"Tell me, what exactly do you want me to do for you?"

"You've seen my collection at the manor; they are truly magnificent works of art, but I also know that not everyone has the taste to appreciate this kind of exquisite art..."

Victor put down his glass and interlaced his fingers.

"In order to build good relationships with ordinary people, I occasionally make some ordinary wax figures to give away as gifts. But just a few days ago, one of my idiots mislabeled one of my real wax figures when packing them and sent it out as an ordinary gift."

"What's worse, the person who received the gift immediately gave the artwork to someone else—my business rival."

Chen Ming raised an eyebrow and instantly understood the old man's predicament.

"Has the other side not yet realized there's a corpse inside?"

"Not yet," Victor scoffed.

"He thought it was just an extremely realistic sculpture, but my method of handling these artworks is very special. They require regular chemical maintenance and extremely low temperatures. If they are kept in a room temperature exhibition hall, the smell they emit will become unavoidable after a while."

"What's worse, I also have a habit of marking and signing artworks... This is to ensure that people know it's by the creator, but in this case it's really bad."

"Once my old rival discovers what's inside the wax figure, he'll definitely use it as an excuse to take it to the FBI... and then I'll be in big trouble."

"This kind of burglary can be done by any few habitual thieves on the streets of Los Angeles for a few thousand dollars. Why bother with me?" Chen Ming pressed.

"If it were a villa belonging to an ordinary wealthy person, I certainly wouldn't lack people to do the work," Victor shook his head.

"But my old friend's business is a bit unusual. He runs a sizable private security company, and the artwork I'm looking for is currently locked in a private collection room at his company headquarters..."

Victor tapped the table with his finger.

"Dozens of fully armed retired soldiers, infrared alarm network plus surveillance... ordinary thieves wouldn't even be able to get close to the outer gate before they were pinned to the ground."

"Only someone with exceptional skills and driving ability would have the opportunity to steal it and move it away."

"Dozens of retired soldiers, along with an infrared alarm network, were trying to smuggle a heavy corpse?"

Michelle finally couldn't help but speak up.

"You're absolutely insane! This is suicide! No one could possibly do something like that!"

Chen Ming raised his left hand, interrupting her.

"I can take it."

He looked at Victor calmly.

"But I have conditions. First, I need time to prepare, and you have to provide the security company's building blueprints, staff shift schedules, security system models... all of this information."

"Secondly, during this time, you need to keep a close eye on the detectives you've hired and on your own words. If any information about me is leaked in Los Angeles, or if anyone causes trouble for those around me..."

Chen Ming pointed to Michelle beside him.

"I'll find your rival and tell him your little secret directly, and have a top reporter from the Los Angeles Times write an article exposing it... This is him."