While in America, the system says Roosevelt was an emperor.

Nemania glanced at the composed crowd in the middle of the hall, especially Tom chatting idly, and a suspicion arose in his mind:

Could it be that my brother is still alive?

Nicholas didn't assassinate Tom; he just went to make money?

Nemanja hastily put on his tie and walked into the hall.

Meanwhile, his fellow Balkan natives, their hands under their trench coats touching their guns, stood waiting at the gate.

The Balkan folks were completely focused on the hall and didn't notice that there were hardly any pedestrians left on the bustling commercial street.

Even the passersby were all bald, unkempt men.

As Nemanja walked into the hall, he tried to appear calm, but Tom noticed his unnatural behavior.

His solemn expression, the shape of Thompson's submachine gun protruding from under his trench coat, and one hand gripping something tightly...

Tom was certain that Nemania had come to assassinate him.

Moreover, he most likely cosplayed as the Jade-Faced Grenade King, and his hand under the trench coat is probably holding a grenade.

Without grenades, Tom would have taken down Nemanja right now.

The main seat is very large, a traditional round table with a diameter of about three meters.

All the other seats were occupied, leaving only the seat directly opposite Tom.

Across the table, Tom looked at Nemania, who gripped the grenade and stared intently at Tom.

Neither of them made a move.

Even though Nemanja had prepared for the worst,

But people always have expectations and fantasies.

Nemania also wanted to know the details about her younger brother, Nikolai.

Besides, although the distance was close enough, Nemania was not certain of a decisive victory.

When Tom beat Shelby, his speed far exceeded Nemania's comprehension.

In Nemania's eyes, if he attacked directly, Tom could dodge and might even kill him.

Even if they really wanted to assassinate Tom, they would wait until Tom lowered his guard before making a sudden move;

This prevented Tom from using his abnormally high speed to dodge the gunfire and grenades.

Tom, with a touch of enthusiasm, took the initiative to greet them:

"Please sit down, let's talk business together."

"Now that everyone is here, before we serve the dishes, let's take a look at the equity contract of Qiangsheng Engineering Company."

Nemania nodded and sat down opposite Tom.

The moment he sat down, the hem of his trench coat fluttered slightly, and Tom caught a glimpse of the grenade.

With just one glance, Tom could tell they were two MK2 grenades.

The insert ring of one of them has been pulled down, and the safety spring is being pressed firmly down by the palm.

The most famous feature of the MK2 grenade is its extremely high stability;

Even if the pin is pulled open, the grenade will not detonate as long as the safety clip is not released, and you can even hold it indefinitely.

In addition, even if another MK2 grenade is detonated five centimeters away from the MK2 grenade, it is difficult to trigger the former.

Even when the outer casing of the MK2 grenade is sprayed with machine gun fire, it cannot be detonated;

Otherwise, American soldiers in World War II wouldn't have carried grenades on their chests.

Tom distributed the documents on the table to those around him, so that everyone could read them.

Tom himself kept his gaze fixed on Nemanja with a smile.

Nemania was being watched and dared not act rashly, holding a grenade in his left hand and raising a document in his right.

In the five constituencies, the leader of each constituency receives 6 percent of the shares, while in the southern constituencies with two leaders, each family receives 3 percent.

The remaining 70% of the shares were held by Tom's parents, Penny and Leonard.

Nemania remained vigilant, watching Tom's every move, his hand gripping the grenade tightly, thinking to himself:

What if he's still alive?

What if it's just a misunderstanding?

What if, just as I loosen the safety latch, Nikolai happens to walk in...

Tom pointed to the contract and said:

"Let's not beat around the bush."

"The shares in the contract are, on the one hand, to keep you involved in the affairs of Qiangsheng Engineering Company;"

"On the other hand, it can be considered a reward for your active tax payment."

"As long as you continue to cooperate in the future, there will be more rewards."

No one seemed dissatisfied, and they all nodded and signed.

Nemania also signed.

After the contract was signed, Tom started calling the waiter to serve the food.

Everything seemed like a normal celebration.

The first dish served was caviar.

The waiter, carrying a scale and a jar of caviar, approached Tom, the head of the table.

Tom, also intrigued, asked:

"What is this balance scale for?"

The waiter placed a spoonful of caviar on the scales and said:

"Caviar is priced by the gram, and each set meal includes a fixed amount of caviar."

Upon hearing this, Tom immediately pretended to be angry and shouted:

"?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"If the people at the next table see this, they'll think I can't afford it!"

"Go, bring the whole cans. Ten cans for each person at this table."

The waiter quickly apologized and reached out to take the scales away, but Tom stopped him and looked at Nemania, saying:

"Gentlemen, do you know where in New York City balance scales are used the most?"

Without much thought, everyone immediately connected the dots to the noodle shop.

Tom continued:

"I just set a rule yesterday that you're not allowed to get involved in businesses that use scales."

"But one of you treated my words like a fart."

Tom pulled a handful of photos from his pocket and threw them in front of him.

Nemania looked and saw that it was his younger brother, Nikolai, who had a "spot" between his eyebrows.

The image of "Gundam" overlapped with that of his younger brother from his memories. Nemania's breath hitched, and then he roared:

"Tom, it was you who killed my brother!"

"I'll fight you to the death!"

After saying that, Nemania took out two grenades and threw them at Tom, one in front of the other.

Tom's eyes narrowed, and he entered bullet time.

Watching the grenade slowly approaching in his field of vision, he calculated the time of its explosion.

Four seconds is the time it takes for the MK2 grenade to explode after the safety pin is ejected.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Tom raised two Colt M1911 pistols and fired them repeatedly at the MK2 grenades.

"Splash! Splash!"

Thanks to precise physics calculations, the MK2 grenade was deflected by the bullet, ultimately breaking through the window and flying out of the restaurant.

The way everyone looked at Tom was as if he were a god descended from heaven.

Is it possible for a human to accurately deflect a grenade with a pistol?

"Boom! Boom!"

Two explosions rang out, pulling everyone back to reality.

Nemania wanted to pull out his Thompson submachine gun and fire another burst at Tom.

But Luca had already attacked him from behind, pouncing like a bear and pinning him down.

Nemania was pressed onto the table, facing the direction of the door.

Not only himself, but also his fellow Balkan people were being held down by these bald bastards.

Henry, the leader of the bald gang, wiped his mouth after eating caviar and sneered at Nemania:

"I'll gladly accept your shares and territory."

"Mr. Tom was right. If you listen to him, you can indeed be a rich man for life."