Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

The next morning at 8 a.m., the first thing Chen An did after getting up was to summon the nine assassins he had been working with that day, and then he went to Sacred Heart Hospital.

After checking on his sister and confirming that everything was alright, he got back into the car and took Carl to the San Pedro Pier.

Soon, Chen An arrived at Andrei's tin shack.

At that moment, Andrei was sitting on the sofa, leisurely drinking coffee. When he noticed Chen An appear, he quickly got up and walked over happily.

"An, what brings you here? Your people are amazing! Their efficiency has increased at least three or four times, and it's only increasing as the number of people grows. Now, they're asking us to do a lot of work at the docks."

Chen An smiled and said, "Really? That's great."

The two then sat down on the sofa, and Chen An asked the purpose of their visit, "I heard from Anton that someone has been causing trouble here recently?"

Andrei nodded. "That is the case, but your men are all very capable fighters, so there were basically no losses."

"So you came here to resolve this matter?"

"That's right. Although it hasn't had much of an impact yet, they might start using guns later on. Do you know who sent those people?"

Andrei replied, "The members of the 18th Street gang are ruthless and loyal to the Kerry family. Most of them are Mexican. I recognize them. As for who ordered them to do this, I think of one person."

"Jack, is that right?" Chen An replied calmly.

"It seems you've guessed it too. Your people leaving his side these past few days has caused him to lose a lot of work, and given the unpleasantness between us, I think it's very likely to be him."

"That's very much in line with his personality."

Upon hearing this, Chen An looked thoughtful.

The 18th Street gang, huh? Looks like it's time to give them a piece of his mind. He remembered that a member of this gang was on the bounty list, after all, their boss was the Kree family.

Let's leave this matter to Chenlong and the others.

"By the way, Andrei, because we're getting more and more orders, some foremen are unhappy and say they want to restrict us," Andrei said.

Upon hearing this, Chen An immediately refused, saying, "Impossible. We make money by speed. If there are fewer orders and less work, we won't earn much no matter how fast we are."

"But this will affect the interests of other foremen, and no one will support it. You know, once it gets taken seriously, the minority has to submit to the majority. We have to think of a solution."

Upon hearing this, Chen An remained silent for a moment, but quickly offered a solution: "I will send someone over again later. Tell them they can cooperate, and the profits will still be split 50/50. Will they agree?"

Since it's all about profit, then cooperate with all these people and tie them together. Who would turn down money? In the end, wouldn't everyone at the dock become his loyal followers?

The position of union president will be a matter of a single word at that time!

Andrei's eyes lit up. "Your method works. I think these people will agree. After all, a foreman tried to poach Anton and his team before. Your idea is excellent."

"I'll talk to them later."

Chen An smiled slightly, "Then I'll leave it to you, Andrei."

"Don't worry, An," Andrei assured her, then, as if remembering something, spoke again, "An, recently a lot of unclaimed containers have arrived at the docks. We're preparing to auction them off. Do you have any connections in this area?"

Container auction!

Chen An knew this; he had seen similar videos on his phone before. They were similar to blind boxes, where the owners of these containers either went inside or had an accident, leaving them unclaimed.

These containers were bought by the dock at extremely low prices and then auctioned off. The contents were entirely random and depended on luck; they could be sports cars, antiques, or even a pile of junk.

But for the docks that auction off containers, it's impossible for them to lose money; they can earn at least twenty or thirty thousand US dollars a day!

"I think of someone who seems like a good fit," Chen An said.

"Who?"

"Brook, he's quick-witted, good at communication, and has a certain level of knowledge; he's the perfect fit."

Andrei's expression shifted. "Brook? That's fine too, but he's not here today."

Upon hearing this, Chen An looked puzzled. As far as he knew, Brooke rarely took leave, since taking a day off meant that the whole family would go hungry.

"Is that so? I'll contact him later. I won't bother you any longer."

As Chen An spoke, he walked out of the room and went outside, then took out his phone and dialed Brooke's number.

It rang a few times before being answered.

"Hello, Mr. Chen An, why are you calling me?" Brooke's voice came through, and you could hear that there was still some noise in the surroundings.

"Brook, why didn't you come to the docks today? Did something happen?"

"Mr. Chen An, I'm taking leave. There are some personal matters at home. My younger brother has passed away, and I'm currently burying him. I probably won't be going to work at the docks anymore."

Chen An frowned. "Wasn't your brother sent to a drug rehabilitation center? Why did he die?"

"Those 18th Street gangsters kidnapped him again and made him transport drugs! He was shot dead by the police on the spot. I only received the news today. Why won't those people let my brother go?!"

"My brother is dead, so there's no point in me making money anymore."

Chen An fell silent after hearing this, unsure of what to say. He could only offer some words of comfort, "Brook, do you want to take revenge yourself?"

Brooke, on the other end of the phone, paused for a moment upon hearing this, and said, "Mr. Chen An, what do you mean by this?"

"Didn't the 18th Street gang kill your brother? Do you want to deal with them yourself?" Chen An's words echoed in Brooke's ears like a devil's whisper.

"Yes! Mr. Chen An, I want to avenge my brother myself, but there are too many of them, and I don't have the chance."

At this moment, Brooke clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with anger. He understood a principle: simply reading books was useless; one also needed absolute ability.

He was clear-headed and could understand what Chen An meant, so he didn't want to give up this opportunity, which was the only chance he might have to avenge his brother!

"Okay, I'll tell you what to do later." Chen An's expression was unusually calm.

He was just planning to deal with the 18th Street gang anyway, so what's wrong with helping them out? That's just how he is sometimes. He'll help his friends as much as possible, but he's ruthless and won't let his enemies get away with it.

"Thank you, it's my luck to have met you. Is there anything I can do to help?" Brooke said.

"It will happen later. That's all. You should settle your brother first," Chen An said before hanging up the phone.

He then took Carl away from the San Pedro dock.

Not long after Chen An left, a worker in the distance also quickly arrived at the dock area where Jess was located and came to Jess's side.

"Grandpa Jess, the Chen An you mentioned has appeared."

Upon hearing this, Jess paused his scrolling on his phone, slowly raising his head. "How long have they been there?"

"Not long after, he just stayed in Andrei's room for a while and then left. Oh, and he made a phone call in between."