Chapter 911: First Meeting with Miguel

The banquet started at 9:00 PM and didn’t end until 11:30 PM.

During this time, Xu Shaochen privately talked with several high-level officials from Mexico.

When the banquet ended, those committee members personally escorted Xu Shaochen out of the Charray family’s courtyard.

This was a signal, at least showing that Xu Shaochen was close to reaching a cooperation with the Mexican government.

Many people were scheming, wondering if they could get a piece of the action.

“Mr. Xu, this is Mexico. It’s very dangerous. You’d better be careful.”

Taji approached Xu Shaochen and said this in a peculiar tone, suggesting a veiled threat.

“Childish.”

Xu Shaochen sneered, feeling it was quite laughable.

This idiot, does he really think he can say whatever he wants? No wonder his brothers were in the military, and he could only waste his life away. He was useless.

“Bastard! What did you say!”

Hearing Xu Shaochen call him childish, Taji was furious and blocked his path.

What he couldn’t stand most was being called childish. His brothers would always preach to him from above in the same way.

“Get lost! Not just you—even your brothers or father wouldn’t dare speak to me like that.”

Xu Shaochen gave him a cold look, easily lifting him like a small chick and tossing him to the side.

Then, without looking back, he got in the car.

As the car drove away, Taji was still in a daze, his mind filled with confusion.

He, a robust man of 1.85 meters, had just been effortlessly lifted by a thin Chinese man.

God, was that a hallucination? Or could it be that people from China really knew kung fu?

“Gulp—”

Thinking about Xu Shaochen’s terrifying strength, Taji had a hard time swallowing his saliva and abandoned the idea of challenging him one-on-one.

It’s not just a one-on-one situation anymore. Even 10-on-1 wouldn’t work.

Thankfully, Xu Shaochen didn’t know this. Otherwise, he would have found his ‘childish’ judgment even more accurate.

“Taji, what are you doing sitting on the ground?”

A few of his friends came out, looking at him curiously.

“Oh, um… I was looking at the moon. Yes, tonight’s moon is really beautiful.”

Taji hurriedly made an excuse. He couldn’t let them know he had just been thrown to the ground.

A few companions looked at the sky, then glanced at each other—there was no moon tonight.

So… was Taji just staring into nothing?

…

When Xu Shaochen returned to the hotel, it was already midnight.

In the bathroom, Nika helped Xu Shaochen bathe.

There was no need for a bath sponge.

Since her slender body was, itself, the best one.

Xu Shaochen closed his eyes and enjoyed the service while his mind pondered other matters.

“Sir, you don’t need to worry about Taji. Neither his brothers nor his father will let him act recklessly.”

Nika assumed Xu Shaochen was worried about Taji.

Upon hearing this, Xu Shaochen opened his eyes and smirked, “I’ve never cared about him. A useless fool who shows all his thoughts on his face poses no threat to me.”

“Yes, sir. Nika spoke out of turn.”

Nika apologized and then remained quiet, focusing on helping him bathe.

“Nika, you should be subtly influencing me too. Why haven’t you tried to convince me of something?”

Xu Shaochen turned around, gently pinching her smooth chin, his gaze playful.

Nika coquettishly replied, “Because I know, sir, that you wouldn’t decide anything based on just one woman’s words. All I can do is keep you happy. If you’re happy, then some things will naturally get done.”

“HAHAHAHA! Interesting. No wonder you studied abroad in China. It wasn’t in vain.”

Xu Shaochen laughed heartily and pointed at the sink beside them.

Nika blushed slightly, but obediently walked over…

The rest of the night passed in silence, and soon it was the second day after arriving in Mexico.

Today, Xu Shaochen was going to meet Miguel.

Nika accompanied him. After all, it was impossible to hide anything Xu Shaochen did in Mexico City, so there was no need to pretend.

If someone wanted to stop him, he would walk in proudly. Who could do anything to him?

Miguel’s residence was located in a slum.

Yes, a slum.

Because, to him, it was the safest place.

The Mexican authorities had failed multiple times trying to arrest drug lords for this very reason.

The slum was a tangled mess. It was easy to defend and hard to attack. Using large-scale destructive weapons wasn’t an option either, as it would hurt the residents.

Moreover, every resident in the slum—young or old—could be considered Miguel’s people. Most of them relied on him for survival.

So, whenever the police attempted a raid, they would either sabotage it or grab weapons and resist, following Miguel’s orders.

The key was that the police couldn’t do much about these people. If they indiscriminately killed them, international outcry would crush Mexico.

Xu Shaochen entered the slum with fifty men. These men had all taken the Genetic Serum.

The rest stayed on the perimeter.

Although Miguel wouldn’t harm him, it never hurt to be cautious.

They were led by a boy no older than 10, twisting and turning through the slum until Xu Shaochen understood what a confusing maze it really was.

Without someone native to the area leading the way, the police would likely get lost and die inside, without even knowing how.

After more than ten minutes of walking, they finally stopped in the center of the slum, at a courtyard.

Miguel had been waiting there for some time. Seeing Xu Shaochen, he quickly came out with his people to greet him.

“Mr. Xu, welcome, welcome. As you people in China say: you’ve graced me with your presence!”

Miguel’s Chinese wasn’t perfect, but communication was still possible.

“Oh, not at all, Mr. Miguel. You’re too kind. I hope I haven’t caused too much trouble.”

As Xu Shaochen shook hands with Miguel, he also assessed one of Mexico’s largest drug lords.

Short and stocky, he looked to be about 50 years old, with a very kind smile. If Xu Shaochen hadn’t read his file,

he never would have believed that the middle-aged man in front of him, who seemed as friendly as any neighbor, was actually a drug lord with blood on his hands.

After exchanging pleasantries at the door, the two entered the courtyard.

From the outside, the courtyard looked like all the others in the slum, but inside, it was a different world entirely.

Xu Shaochen knew that many similar courtyards existed within the slum. Miguel would rotate between them every so often, never staying long in any one place.

The purpose was to prevent the police from pinpointing his hideout and carrying out a small-scale bombing or an airborne capture operation.

Living like this seemed pretty exhausting, nowhere near as carefree as Young Master Xu.