American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Under the dazzling neon lights, Qi Shan sat at a small round table, casually kicking his legs as he ate peanuts from a plate.

"I thought you'd have some high-end snacks to go with the drinks, but it turns out it's just a few dried fruit platters! But the liquor is good, haven't tasted any fakes so far!"

Qi Shan was relaxed and at ease. Beside him, Cola Bro sat on the ground with a head full of blood, practically in a state of dementia. The rest of the bodyguards and men in suits were sprawled all over the place, their conditions unknown. Besides Cola Bro, there was also a bespectacled man who looked somewhat refined, collapsed on the side, seemingly out of commission.

"Do you know who he is?"

Cola Bro asked through gritted teeth. Qi Shan said nonchalantly, "What's it to me? I'm just here to see you. How's it going, Cola Bro? You were a bit agitated earlier. Have you calmed down now? Are you ready to talk business with me?"

"I'll talk to your dead head! Who exactly are you? Do you even know what you've done?"

"I'm a detective, but my detective agency doesn't have much business, and it's been draining money. So, I'm planning to do some side hustles. I recently heard that drug dealers are making a killing, prices have gone up by more than 30%, so I couldn't resist the urge to get involved.

Cola Bro, would you like to see my business card?"

Qi Shan tossed a business card to Cola. Cola picked it up blankly, looking at the words 'Dragon Cat Detective Agency' on it, unsure of what to say.

The commotion here finally attracted attention from outside, and a large group of gangsters rushed in, blocking the doorway tightly.

"Cola Bro! Cola Bro, are you alright?"

Cola roared, "Shut your mouths! Get out, all of you! Can't you see I'm talking business?"

The gangsters looked at each other, observing the scene. It didn't look like a business negotiation at all, but seeing Qi Shan sitting there leisurely drinking, and Cola looking energetic despite his bloody head, they were a bit confused.

They could only obey Cola Bro's orders, reluctantly retreating out.

The door to the private room was closed, leaving only Qi Shan and Cola conscious.

"I don't care who you are, but we won't let you get away with what you've done today. Even if I don't want to cause you any more trouble, he won't let you off!"

Cola pointed to the bespectacled man lying on the ground, his expression somewhat gloomy.

Qi Shan nodded nonchalantly, "Can we talk business now?"

Cola asked through gritted teeth, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Didn't I say it earlier? The drug dealing business.

Recently, Hon Sam's business has been booming. I heard he's connected with people in Thailand, and the transaction is happening soon. It's a shipment worth tens of millions!"

Cola exclaimed, "You want to intercept Hon Sam's goods? Are you crazy? Do you know who Hon Sam is? He doesn't even need to lift a finger; his subordinates can take your life!"

"You don't have to worry about that. Getting the goods is my business. All you need to do is act as a middleman and sell them as soon as possible.

Of course, you know the risks involved better than I do. In short, give me a straight answer, do you want to do this business or not?"

Cola refused without hesitation, "Impossible! You're a person of unknown origin, trying to trap me. Do you think I've been hustling for so many years for nothing? Who knows if you're an undercover cop!"

Qi Shan nodded, "That makes sense! Since you're not willing, I won't force you!"

Qi Shan pulled out a silver pistol from his pocket, slowly attached the silencer, and checked the bullets. Then, he slowly raised the gun, preparing to pull the trigger.

"Wait, wait, what are you doing?" Cola's soul almost flew out of his body, and he quickly shrank back.

"I understand you, and you need to understand me. After all, Hon Sam's business is very big, even the Serious Crimes Unit is very cautious with him. Without evidence, they just keep sending undercover agents into Hon Sam's ranks.

Qi Shan said, tilting his head.

"Don't worry, if I say I'll cooperate, I'll definitely cooperate. You can ask around, when has Cola ever gone back on his word!"

Cola Bro stared intently at the gun muzzle, his entire body leaning in one direction.

"Besides, so what if it's Hon Sam? Hon Sam started as a small-time thug himself. I was originally competing with him for business, so what's the big deal if I go a little overboard!"

"Is that so? What you said makes some sense. In that case, go back and prepare the money. Prepare at least 20 million first. I'll deliver the goods to you in half a month at the latest!"

Qi Shan smiled and slowly put away the pistol.

"Then, I wish us a pleasant cooperation. I hope you don't try any tricks. My time is tight, and I don't have the time to find a suitable partner!"

Cola nodded cautiously, "Don't worry, I, Cola, keep my word!"

Qi Shan glanced at him, "Don't be so unwilling. If this deal goes through, not only can you make a fortune, but it can also establish your position in the criminal world. Isn't that what you're pursuing?

You're already in the underworld, your head is hanging on your belt, riches come from danger. If you don't take risks, how can you rise to the top? How can you become a boss?"

Cola nodded expressionlessly, but cursed inwardly.

Qi Shan didn't care what he was thinking. He nodded to him, and strode towards the exit.

"Wait a minute, if he wakes up and asks, what should I say?"

Cola pointed to the bespectacled man lying on the ground.

"That depends on what your relationship is with him. If it's just a normal business relationship and it doesn't matter if he dies, you can just tell the truth. You can even give him my business card. If you're friends, I suggest you don't say anything!

Of course, no matter which choice you make, I'm looking forward to it!"

Qi Shan smiled, nodded slightly, and walked out.

Hearing the sound of footsteps fading away, Cola breathed a sigh of relief and cursed in a low voice, "Damn it, sitting at home, trouble comes from the sky, meeting a reckless madman.

You want to die, but don't drag me down! Cannon, Cannon, where the hell are you? Find me Hon Sam's phone number, I have something important to tell him!"