People in America started by developing the Yellow Turban Army.

Chen Ping'an saw the person who came, and the person who came also saw Chen Ping'an on the slope.

Judging from the fact that the other party did not stop at the entrance to ask for permission, but instead did not slow down at all, and directly passed through the entrance of Chen Ping'an's territory, they seemed quite unscrupulous.

Chen Pingan quickly pulled out his phone and called Lin Zhiyong: "A pickup truck has arrived, with two men and two shotguns inside. They don't look like they're up to no good!"

He didn't run; he couldn't outrun a car or a gun. Although the other party seemed hostile, he wasn't too panicked.

Because there's a pickup truck over there, and there are people over there.

The other party wouldn't be so brainless as to shoot and kill me for no reason the moment we meet; that doesn't make sense.

Moreover, Chen Ping'an hadn't offended anyone, after all, he had just gotten off the plane yesterday.

However, the other party's aggressive demeanor seemed genuine. Although he didn't understand their motives, Chen Ping'an could only play it by ear for now.

The car was moving very fast. From the moment Chen Ping'an saw the car a few hundred meters away to when it stopped in front of him, billowing dust, it took less than half a minute.

"Hey, Dongfang Lao, are you Chen?"

Chen bought this abandoned mining town.

The passenger, a white man in his early fifties, looked him up and down before asking a question.

Chen Ping'an could tell that although the old man was old, his teeth were still quite white. However, the driver who was looking over from the driver's seat was not only dressed in a sloppy manner, but his teeth were also not clean and neat.

He had heard Lin Zhiyong say that in America, if you want to know if a person is rich, you have to wait until they speak and look at their teeth.

If his teeth are good, it means he's relatively wealthy and can afford to see a dentist.

In America, the ability to afford a dentist is a marker of social class.

At the very least, poor people can't afford to see a dentist, nor are they willing to do so. Some Chinese people, whose toothaches are unbearable, would rather buy a plane ticket and spend over $1000 to fly back to China to have their teeth pulled than have them pulled in the United States.

In America, sometimes pulling a single tooth can bankrupt your entire family.

This is no joke!

Therefore, it seems that the only person in charge in this car is the elderly white man in the passenger seat, while the other person is probably a worker.

Chen Ping'an's personality used to be carefree, but that doesn't mean he was reckless or careless. He had the courage to rush in when something happened, but that doesn't mean he would act recklessly.

Of course, it's impossible to say he's particularly shrewd, after all, he's just a young man who graduated not long ago and has been working as a real estate agent for two years.

Therefore, based on his knowledge, he was able to determine who was in charge and what their relationship was after a brief observation of the two people in front of him. Apart from that, he didn't gain anything else.

But as a person, you have to be honest!

Most importantly, he wasn't stupid, because Lin Zhiyong had already gotten into the car and was driving this way. He had a gun, and Lin Zhiyong's pistol skills were not bad.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an's task was to stall for time, even though the other party immediately addressed him as "Eastern Lao," which was very impolite.

"I've heard that people in America, if they're well-mannered, will introduce themselves by name or identity before asking others questions."

"Really? Sir!"

"Nurture my ass! Chen Ping'an is just talking back to him and stalling for time."

However, if an outstanding undergraduate graduate from a major Eastern country were to be placed in the United States, a country with an illiteracy rate of 57% (meaning the student cannot even read a text in class), a simple twist of the wit would likely leave most Americans completely bewildered.

For example, right now.

He was just trying to stall for time, but he didn't expect to use those words to put the other party in such a difficult position.

After all, he's an Easterner, and we can't lose face in front of Easterners.

"Lucas, my name is Lucas Davis, and this is Daniel, the cowboy on my ranch. He's a good cowboy."

Having been put on such a pedestal, Lucas had no choice but to introduce himself, then open the door and get out of the car.

Chen Ping'an noticed that the other party didn't take a gun when they got out of the car, which secretly relieved him.

"Chen Ping'an, of course, you can call me Chen like before. I am indeed the Easterner who bought this abandoned mining town..."

Chen Ping'an didn't plan to ask the other party's purpose immediately, but there was no need to delay any longer, because a Raptor pickup truck had already rushed up.

"I hate rich people!"

Daniel, who was driving, showed no intention of backing down, even though the other car, a Raptor, was half a degree stiffer than his Toyota.

"Hey man, state your purpose!"

Lin Zhiyong braked suddenly, and the powerful impact created a cloud of dust that added an inexplicable sense of intimidation to the desolate dirt road.

He jumped out of the car suddenly. Although he wasn't a professional, he could draw the pistol from his waist with his right hand at lightning speed.

He pointed with his left hand to the driver's seat of the other car: "Please get out of there, don't move your hands, and don't touch the gun in your car!"

Then, through a sidelong glance, one could notice Lucas, who had already given way, and might draw his gun at any moment.

"I believe you will make the right choice. At the WFDA Canadian Open, I can get 7th place in quick draw speed."

And you should also know that car doors can't stop bullets.

This statement surprised Chen Ping'an. Wow!

I never expected you, Lin Zhiyong, to be such a quick shooter.

Clearly, the two men were also frightened by Lin Zhiyong. Daniel, in the driver's seat, could easily reach for the shotgun beside him with his right hand.

But he didn't move; he didn't dare to move.

A few hundred dollars a week? What's the point of risking your life?

Lin Zhiyong was still not at ease. He sheathed his gun in his right hand, the muzzle still pointing at the other side: "Hands up above your heads. I'm here to check if you have any pistols."

Then, he reached out with his left hand and felt around behind the other person to find where they might be hiding a gun: inside their coat, under their armpit, in their pocket, and on their belt.

They only breathed a sigh of relief when they discovered that neither of them was carrying a pistol.

Very professional, at least in the eyes of Chen Ping'an, who only has basic firearms skills.

Of course, Lucas felt like he had kicked a hornet's nest. He also felt that the other party was professional, and was very likely an elite from a professional bodyguard company among the Asians.

He's just a poor farmer who raises cattle and farms every day. What conflict could he possibly have with a rich Eastern man who can bring bodyguards?

He quickly spoke up, trying to ease the tension, but he didn't dare to raise his voice too much, lest the other party pull the trigger and they would both be finished.

"Hey sir! We mean no harm!"

"We just heard that someone bought this abandoned mining town, so we wanted to see who it was."

We are neighbors!

And I am a hardworking farmer!

Just like you Easterners, we are hardworking.

Yes, just like you Easterners!

This sounds a bit awkward; why is there even a dubbed accent coming out?

After confirming that they did not have any handguns, Lin Zhiyong drove them 20 meters away from the car.

"Speak!"

Why are you driving around with guns, entering other people's territory without permission?

This is trespassing!