Annoying Freedom
"Don't say that. After all, you're just one person; you can't be compared to a country or a major power!" Looking at Wallis Shelley, who was leaning in his arms, Jiang Hai rested his chin on her shoulder, gently rubbing his face against hers while speaking. Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Wallis Shelley was visibly moved.
She then turned her body to sit on Jiang Hai's lap, and as their eyes met, Wallis took the initiative to offer a fragrant kiss.
As Jiang Hai and Wallis Shelley pursued each other, the two felt the atmosphere in the room gradually heating up.
When Jiang Hai's hands reached into certain indescribable places, Wallis Shelley couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
"It seems like things have changed here again..." Feeling the presence that his hands could barely wrap around, Jiang Hai said with a smile.
"Do you like it? This is your treasure, and I am yours too. Everything of mine is yours." Listening to Jiang Hai's words and feeling the warmth of his palms, Wallis Shelley spoke softly. Hearing what she said, Jiang Hai didn't stand on ceremony.
As Jiang Hai flipped over, the battle immediately began. Azalina, who had originally been on the side, didn't back away this time but joined the fray along with Jiang Hai. If one were to talk about combat prowess, ten Wallis Shelleys couldn't match one Azalina, but when it came to teasing Jiang Hai and her ability in this regard, ten Azalinas couldn't compare to Wallis Shelley.
Azalina was simply obedient; whatever Jiang Hai said, she did. Whatever posture he wanted, she took. Wherever he wanted to enter, she let him. Whatever he wanted to unlock, she complied. Her long legs, nearly 1.2 meters in length, were powerful and slender, locking around Jiang Hai's waist. That feeling was quite good, though it was somewhat passive after all.
But Wallis Shelley didn't need Jiang Hai to say anything; she could autonomously unlock all sorts of positions, constantly stimulating Jiang Hai's senses.
For example, while Jiang Hai was battling Azalina, she would straddle Azalina's body, letting Jiang Hai clearly see two indescribable entrances, and then with Azalina... cough, one shouldn't say too much; that wouldn't be good.
Anyway, Wallis Shelley indeed had great talent in this area and was very much loved by Jiang Hai.
It wasn't until just before dinner that Jiang Hai finished the battle with the two of them. After resting for a bit, they went downstairs to the Western restaurant. Pula Walton had already been waiting there for a long time.
When they arrived, Pula Walton looked at Jiang Hai, Azalina, and Wallis Shelley with a half-smile that clearly said, 'I know what you were doing.' However, Jiang Hai was thick-skinned, and the other two didn't care about the gazes of others.
If it were Qi Ya or Ai Xiaoxi, they might have blushed with shame, but these two simply watched Jiang Hai go to Pula Walton's table before finding their own table to sit down at. Once everyone was seated, the dishes began to be served.
Jiang Hai and Pula Walton were having Western food. Of course, this hotel didn't have Jiang Hai's own steak and seafood.
When the food was served, Westerners didn't like to talk, so Jiang Hai and the others just ate quietly. After they finished eating and started on dessert and drinks, Pula Walton looked at Jiang Hai and began to speak.
"These two Bodyguards of yours are quite multi-functional, huh?" Pula Walton said with a playful look, watching Jiang Hai.
"You won't accompany me, so naturally, I need to find a solution!" Hearing Pula Walton's words, Jiang Hai also spoke with a smile.
"Tsk, come to my home in Atlantic City. I'll accompany you every day, and there are plenty of women. I'll find you as many as you want." Pula Walton rolled her eyes at Jiang Hai and spoke with a look of disdain. One must know she had 'Girlfriends' all over the world; perhaps this statement wasn't wrong. If Jiang Hai really went, there truly would be as many as he wanted—the premise being, how many could he handle?
"Hehe, I'm not going..." Jiang Hai laughed. He remembered when he went to Atlantic City before; she almost didn't give him any time to rest. Although there were many women in his own home, he was the one in control. At Pula Walton's place, there were women everywhere, at any time, wanting to engage in some unspeakable battle with him.
Originally, Jiang Hai's heart refused, but the nature of a dragon is... well, everyone knows. Once the interest is piqued, it's not so easy to extinguish. So Jiang Hai could only laugh it off. Even with a physical constitution eight times that of a normal person, he wouldn't be able to take it.
"Tonight I'm going to sleep at your place. I'm quite interested in them too." Seeing that Jiang Hai had gone quiet, Pula Walton glanced at Azalina and Wallis Shelley in the distance, gently licked the spoon in her hand, and said to Jiang Hai.
"Uh, they are roses with thorns. Be careful not to prick your hands." Hearing Pula Walton's words, Jiang Hai couldn't help but say to her.
"Tsk, stingy. You still want to draw such clear lines with me? Fine, you come sleep at my place today instead. I'm much more generous than you; I've even found some extra entertainment for you." Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Pula Walton couldn't help but wrinkle her nose.
Hearing Jiang Hai say that, how could she not understand? Jiang Hai just didn't want her to have any 'beyond-friendship' relationship with them.
This man was truly petty; she was already his, yet he still guarded against her. But it didn't matter; tonight she had invited others to play together. Of course, these 'others' also referred to women... "Mr. Jiang, we meet again." Just as Jiang Hai and Pula Walton were talking, a voice suddenly came from a distance. Jiang Hai and the others looked back and found a middle-aged man being blocked outside by Pula Walton's two Bodyguards. Seeing this person, Jiang Hai couldn't help but slap his forehead, regretting that he hadn't gone back earlier.
Because this guy was none other than that fanatic bastard from today, Terry Boggs. He never would have thought the man would actually chase him here. Hadn't he already clearly told him and their party leader that he wasn't interested?
"Terry Boggs? How do you know him?" Seeing the man in the distance, Pula Walton's brow furrowed as she whispered to Jiang Hai. As a merchant, the most important thing was to learn how to pick a side, especially for large families who had to learn not to put all their eggs in one basket; this was also very common in ancient China.
For example, in the famous Zhuge Family, the eldest brother Zhuge Jin served Eastern Wu, the second brother Zhuge Liang served Shu Han, and they had a cousin named Zhuge Dan who served Cao Cao. Actually, the one who was supposed to go to Cao Cao's side was their third brother Zhuge Jun, but because Zhuge Liang was too dazzling in Shu Han, they sent the cousin instead.
This way, no matter which country eventually unified the land, the Zhuge Family would remain prosperous.
This was the essence of picking sides. However, no one expected that in the end, the Three Kingdoms would fall to the Jin dynasty, so it counted as a failed political investment. But doing it this way was certainly not wrong. The Walton Family never involved themselves in politics.
But they would also make some political investments, not seeking the merit of being a founding supporter, but simply seeking to avoid fault. Once a new government took office, as long as they weren't out of their minds, they wouldn't do anything to the world's largest retailer. This was also a matter of reality.
So now, seeing Jiang Hai so familiar with someone from the Liberal Party, Pula Walton was somewhat surprised.
"During the meeting today, I just had a meal with him. I didn't know he was from some Liberal Party." Looking at Pula Walton somewhat speechlessly, Jiang Hai muttered in a low voice. Actually, this couldn't be blamed on Jiang Hai, nor could it be blamed on Moses Adams or Wallis Shelley.
They also didn't know what this person did; after all, Jiang Hai and the others didn't run in these circles.
Otherwise, if someone had mentioned that this man was from the Liberal Party, Jiang Hai wouldn't have gone to eat with him for anything.
"Then it's troublesome. The Liberal Party is famous for being unreasonable and pestering..." Raising an eyebrow, Pula Walton said somewhat helplessly.
"Alright, I get it. I'll get rid of him as soon as possible. You go back first. After all, you represent the Walton Family now; it would be troublesome if you were photographed with him. Just go back to the room and wait for me." Seeing Pula Walton's worried look, Jiang Hai knew she was willing to stay and face it with him, but he also knew how important Sams Club was to her. So he didn't let Pula Walton stay there with him but spoke to her directly.
After hearing Jiang Hai's words, Pula Walton hesitated for a moment. Seeing Jiang Hai's confident look, she made a gesture saying 'I'll wait for you' and then left. Seeing Pula Walton leave, the two Bodyguards over there also followed.
Seeing that no one was blocking him anymore, Terry Boggs smiled and walked over quickly, sitting opposite Jiang Hai without making himself a stranger—right where Pula Walton had been sitting. Seeing him sit down, Jiang Hai was also somewhat speechless.
"Mr. Terry Boggs, I'll just be direct. I have no interest in the Liberal Party. To be precise, I have no interest in any political party. I am a Chinese person in America; my identity is already sensitive enough as it is, so I don't touch these things. I'm not a gambler, so even if there's only a one-in-a-hundred-million chance of failure, I will absolutely not have any relationship with any political party. I think I've made myself very clear, haven't I?" Looking at Terry Boggs in front of him, Jiang Hai didn't wait for him to speak but spoke first.
"Wow, it's really a pity you think that way. However, I didn't just come this time to persuade you to join the Liberal Party. I also heard about something... perhaps, we have an opportunity for cooperation?" (To be continued.)
Chapter 935: An Opportunity for Cooperation
"Cooperation? Heh, I don't think there's anything for us to cooperate on..." Looking at the person in front of him, Jiang Hai leaned back slightly in his chair and said with some doubt.
Indeed, from Jiang Hai's perspective, there was really no possibility of cooperation between him and the Liberal Party.
He wouldn't sell his grass to the Liberal Party, and he certainly wouldn't cooperate with them.
Whether it was selling beef, raising cattle, fish farming, or developing Winthrop—no matter what it was—Jiang Hai would not cooperate with them.
He didn't think these people had anything to offer him, nor did he intend to invest in anything himself. Just as he had said, even if there were only a billion-to-one chance of losing everything, he would never cooperate with these people. That was the reality.
Don't talk to Jiang Hai about tomorrow, the future, dreams, or things like that; he didn't believe in them. He only believed in his today.
He was quite satisfied with his current life and was completely unwilling to take risks or gamble his current lifestyle on such things.
So, in a sense, Jiang Hai was neither a gambler nor a qualified businessman. He had no intention of wasting effort or words on this. Given more time, he would rather stay in his lounge chair, watching the wind in the summer and the snow in the winter. No matter how boring it might seem, he loved this kind of life; he didn't like taking risks, starting companies, or struggling.
He was just a piece of 'rotten mud that couldn't be plastered onto a wall.' He had accepted his lot in life, so no words were useful to him.
"Really? I thought you would be interested in this." Hearing Jiang Hai's resolute words, Terry Boggs smiled and took a few pieces of paper out of his pocket, handing them to Jiang Hai. Jiang Hai wasn't afraid of him playing any tricks.
So he took them directly, opened them, and began to read. The first few words at the top were: Operation High Jump.
Seeing these words, Jiang Hai's eyes couldn't help but narrow, because no one was more familiar with what those words represented than him. It seemed this person from the Liberal Party was indeed quite capable; he actually knew Jiang Hai was looking for this.
"Interested now?" Looking at Jiang Hai, Terry Boggs spoke with a smile.
"Talk to me." Jiang Hai glanced briefly at the papers. They were just excerpts. The pages appeared to be photocopies from the official records of Operation High Jump, but the contents were very incomplete.
Aside from the beginning, there was a section in the middle with no real content. The actual substance wasn't in there, which was why Jiang Hai asked.
"We want to cooperate with you. Since you're unwilling to join the party, could you perhaps make your grass formula public..." Seeing Jiang Hai agree to talk, Terry Boggs spoke with a smile, his expression full of confidence.
"Keep your things." However, before he could finish, Jiang Hai had already stood up and tossed the papers back in front of him, preparing to leave. Seeing Jiang Hai reject him so bluntly, Terry Boggs grew a bit anxious.
Because he had witnessed some of Jiang Hai's methods at noon, if the person in front of him were a businessman, he wouldn't be worried, as businessmen like to play games and are used to the 'playing hard to get' tactic.
But Jiang Hai wasn't a businessman. Once he threw back those papers today, it was possible Terry would never see him again.
"Hey, Jiang, let's talk. Negotiations are always a give-and-take, aren't they?" Seeing Jiang Hai about to leave, Terry Boggs also stood up and spoke to Jiang Hai with a helpless expression.
"But you have no sincerity at all. If these materials are for sale, name a price. If you want anything else, it's impossible." Hearing his words, Jiang Hai waved his hand. Sharing the grass formula? He was truly dreaming.
"Hey, Jiang, we are the third-largest party. We aren't short on money—well, specifically, we aren't short on your money. What we lack are influential people. If you join our party, I will give all these materials to you for free..." Seeing that Jiang Hai had no desire to continue talking, Terry Boggs spoke with a serious face.
"Sorry, I have zero interest in joining any political party. If you're willing to sell, one hundred million dollars. If not, forget it. I know you don't have the authority to decide, so go back and ask the person behind you who does!" Jiang Hai glanced at the man and spoke calmly. Then he waved his hand and headed upstairs with Azalina and Wallis Shelley.
Watching Jiang Hai leave, Terry Boggs frowned. This was truly troublesome.
The Liberal Party had targeted Jiang Hai for two reasons: first, his grass. If they had the support of Jiang Hai's grass, they could win over the farmers in the less wealthy states of the American Midwest. After all, the current President had come from behind to win through the support of these people. Second, it was Jiang Hai's influence in Massachusetts.
Massachusetts had twelve electoral votes in the national election, and it had long been a stronghold for the Republican Party.
However, if Jiang Hai joined the Liberal Party, things might change. With Jiang Hai's influence, it might not be a lot, but they could at least gain four or more votes in Massachusetts. That was Jiang Hai's power.
But now, Jiang Hai didn't have the slightest interest in their party. To be honest, Terry Boggs felt like burning him at the stake!
To some extent, multi-level marketing, political parties, and religions all follow the same path: if you don't believe in me, you're a heretic and deserve to die. That's the reality of the situation, except Jiang Hai had no one who could make him die—it was that simple.
After leaving the restaurant, Jiang Hai went to Pula Walton's room. Of course, no one would know what happened in that room overnight, but the scene that had occurred in the restaurant was witnessed by many people and organizations.
"This guy really is interested in Operation High Jump." Less than ten minutes after the incident, inside the CIA building, Louis Cazade, whom Jiang Hai had met earlier today, learned of the matter. He tapped his finger lightly on the desk. He had known all along that Jiang Hai hadn't told him the truth, and now he was even more certain.
Although Jiang Hai hadn't joined the Republican Party nor revealed his biggest secret, his final words were thought-provoking.
One hundred million dollars just to buy those materials. If those materials weren't extremely useful to Jiang Hai, Louis wouldn't believe it for a second.
That was one hundred million US dollars, not one hundred million Zimbabwe dollars. He couldn't earn one hundred million dollars in ten lifetimes.
Even though one hundred million dollars wasn't much to Jiang Hai, given his character, he wouldn't just throw it away lightly.
He had investigated Jiang Hai's situation; the guy was practically a stingy nouveau riche, despite having so much money.
He didn't care much for indulgence or the high life of wine and neon lights.
He wasn't like those wealthy young men who spent all day seeking thrills and living in a drunken stupor. While not exceptionally stingy, he certainly didn't spend money as lavishly as other rich people. For such a person to spend a hundred million on something useless—whether others believed it or not, Louis certainly didn't. In this situation, there was only one possibility... that this thing was truly important to him. As for how important, he would have to find out... Jiang Hai, meanwhile, knew nothing of this. After leaving the restaurant, he returned to Pula Walton's room. When he got back, there was another beauty in the room besides Pula Walton.
Jiang Hai didn't know her, nor did he know who she was, and she didn't know him either, but they didn't need to know each other.
After all, it wasn't the first time Pula Walton had done something like this. She then proactively kissed Jiang Hai's mouth and stripped the beauty in front of him. While holding the woman herself, she guided Jiang Hai's hand to cover an indescribable place. Sometimes war is like this; Jiang Hai didn't even have time to say a few words or chat before it all began... The night passed without words—actually, there was indeed no talking, only some emotive sounds echoing in the room.
It wasn't until around ten the next morning that Jiang Hai woke up. The beauty from the previous night was gone, leaving only Pula Walton lying beside him playing with her phone. Seeing her, Jiang Hai pulled her into his arms to continue sleeping, and Pula Walton gave him a light smile... By the time the two got up, it was almost time for lunch. However, today Pula Walton couldn't accompany Jiang Hai as she had to attend a summit. Jiang Hai returned to his own room and had lunch with Azalina and Wallis Shelley. He didn't plan on going out; Washington's winters were very cold.
So he would rather stay in a heated room than go out and freeze.
But today, he was destined not to be idle. Just as he was preparing to take a nap after lunch, a familiar face appeared at his door. Looking at Louis Cazade outside, Azalina blocked them while glancing at Jiang Hai, signaling with her eyes whether to let them in or just drive them away.
"What? Did you get an arrest warrant?" Looking at the people outside, Jiang Hai said with a smile. They really were persistent!
"Of course not. But speaking of which, we've come this time to discuss a deal with Mr. Jiang, using this!" Looking at Jiang Hai, Louis Cazade smiled and shook his head, then pulled out a stack of reports. (To be continued.)
Chapter 936: Who Cares About That!
"Is this the thing? What do you want?" Flipping through the stack of documents in front of him casually, Jiang Hai felt a ripple of emotion inside, to be honest. This Louis Cazade was clearly more sincere than Terry Boggs. Although the documents he brought were incomplete—for instance, some important parts were missing—these dozen or so pages of reports were quite sincere.
Moreover, on the most important page of photos, Jiang Hai saw a wall, and the emblem on the wall was exactly his dragon emblem.
At this point, he was certain that this thing was indeed related to his dragon emblem.
However, on the surface, he still had to keep his composure. He could not tell anyone his secret.
"I want to know, why are you looking for this place?" Louis Cazade looked at Jiang Hai and said earnestly.
"Take it back!" However, upon hearing his words, Jiang Hai threw the report back directly. He was not a person good at lying, so since he didn't want to lie, and he couldn't tell them about this matter, it was best to just not say anything at all.
"Hey, Mr. Jiang, we have already shown our sincerity. You are making it very difficult for us!" Louis Cazade said to Jiang Hai with a helpless expression. He had long known that Jiang Hai was difficult to deal with, but he hadn't expected him to be this difficult.
"Whether you have a hard time or not has nothing to do with me. There are some things I will say if I want to, and if I don't want to, I won't. It's that simple. What I can say, I have already told you." Looking at Louis Cazade in front of him, Jiang Hai said with a serious expression.
"If you want money, just say how much you want. Regarding the manor, the pastures, the fishery, and why I am looking for this thing—on these matters, I will not make any concessions. This is my bottom line. Other than money, I have nothing else to give you." Looking at Louis Cazade, Jiang Hai said very seriously. He knew that what he was saying right now was the truth.
Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Louis Cazade took a deep breath. This Jiang Hai was truly impervious to reason...
But it didn't matter. He had already figured this out before he came. If Jiang Hai wouldn't say it, couldn't he find out for himself?
"Fine. For this information, I will charge you ten million US dollars, but there is one requirement: after you get this information, are you going to Antarctica to find this underground city?" Louis Cazade looked at Jiang Hai and said earnestly.
"That goes without saying." It was unlikely that Jiang Hai could leave the US quietly, and he had no need to do so.
Since these people were already paying attention to Jiang Hai, if Jiang Hai were to go there, they would certainly know.
"In that case, our requirement is that when you go, we must send people to accompany you—what is known as supervision. If you agree, ten million US dollars, and you can take this." Louis Cazade looked at Jiang Hai and said earnestly. Upon hearing his words, Jiang Hai couldn't help but hesitate for a moment.
This was because he didn't know if there was really any news about himself or the Dragon Ball inside this underground city. If there was, and it was discovered by the US Government at that time, he would be in trouble, so he hesitated a bit.
However, just at this moment, he saw Azalina gesturing to him quietly. Seeing her hand gesture, Jiang Hai understood.
"Sending people is fine, but what about the number?" Clearly, in a place like that, whoever had more people held the initiative. However, Jiang Hai and his group were not ordinary people. It would not be easy for these guys to cause him trouble. If the number of personnel was controllable, it wouldn't be impossible. But if the negotiations fell apart now, it wouldn't be easy for Jiang Hai to obtain this information again.
"The number is up to you, but it must be no fewer than five." Louis Cazade also saw Jiang Hai's movement and the look exchanged between Jiang Hai and Azalina, but he didn't mind.
Just as Jiang Hai had originally thought, as long as Jiang Hai paid his taxes on time, he would generate billions or even tens of billions in tax revenue for the US Government each year. This was not a joke; it was real money being put on the table.
Although there were quite a few people like Jiang Hai in the US, the US side valued every single one of them highly.
Therefore, if it was confirmed that Jiang Hai was just curious, or that he posed no threat to the US Government, then letting him go take a look didn't matter. Just as Louis Cazade said, they were only providing supervision.
Of course, if any extraordinary secrets were discovered, or if Jiang Hai had any rebellious intentions, they also believed they could deal with Jiang Hai. Five agents, if nothing else, were enough for self-protection.
"Fine. We have about six or seven people on our side. How about this: let's do a one-to-one ratio. If we have six, you send six; if we have seven, you send seven. I really just want to go take a look." Hearing Louis Cazade's words, Jiang Hai also took a step back. As long as he could go in and take a look, Jiang Hai didn't care how many people followed him in.
After all, there were some places that no one else could go to except him. Don't forget, not everyone could breathe underwater and ignore water pressure. In the water, it would not be an exaggeration to call Jiang Hai a flood dragon; even a submarine might not be able to beat him!
"Agreed. The best time to enter Antarctica is from December to February each year. I don't know when you are planning to go?" Looking at Jiang Hai, Louis Cazade tapped his leg lightly and said. For him, five was the minimum, and the more the better! Now that Jiang Hai had taken a step back, indicating that he had no ambition, there was no reason for him not to accept.
"I am about to return to my country to celebrate the New Year, and I am only planning to go take a look; I have no thoughts of scientific research or anything like that. So, let's say early February. When I return from my country, I will notify you." Thinking for a moment, Jiang Hai had originally thought about having a year to find information and going next year, but now that this opportunity had been placed in front of him.
He couldn't refuse, so after thinking about it, he decided he could go once he finished his business in his country.
"Good, I will wait for your call. This is all the information. If you want to go to Antarctica, you will inevitably pass through the Antarctic research station. I do not hope to see you there." Seeing that Jiang Hai had agreed, Louis Cazade took all the information out of his assistant's bag and placed it in front of Jiang Hai. Of course, the last sentence was a reminder to Jiang Hai not to run off quietly by himself. Hearing his words, Jiang Hai smiled; he had no intention of going by himself.
After Wallis Shelley took the documents, Louis Cazade left. This time, he didn't pull any tricks. After he left, Wallis Shelley and Azalina first searched around for bugs. After confirming there were none, they sat on either side of Jiang Hai and looked through the materials obtained from Louis Cazade.
This information wasn't much different from the unofficial histories outside, only it was much, much more detailed. The main reason was the search for the Nazi Aryan City. Because it was Soviet Russia that broke into Berlin initially, whether the Führer really committed suicide and was burned was also something said by the people of Soviet Russia. However, as you know, the Americans didn't really trust the people of Soviet Russia.
Therefore, after World War II ended, relying on some clues, the US Navy's James Forrestal sent a massive fleet consisting of 40 ships and aircraft to Antarctica.
The subsequent events were about the same as what Jiang Hai knew. A small team had stumbled upon the entrance to the underground city and was subsequently protected. They didn't know what happened afterward because it was taken over by an elite unit that had accompanied the ships.
According to what was written in this document, this elite unit did indeed find an underground city that was under construction and took some photos, but the quality of the photography back then was just so-so.
According to what was written in the document, that underground city had quite a few traps, but there was no one inside. However, there were some documents and such. To be honest, during World War II, the US military technology was actually not as good as Germany's.
There was no need to mention tanks; Germany's Tiger, King Tiger, and Panther tanks were the ones that dominated the European continent.
As for aircraft, supersonic aircraft were also first developed by Germany. Germany also had automatic rifles, but because their territory was really small, their supplies couldn't keep up. In the later stages, Germany's research went off track. Originally, they had been leading in atomic bomb research, but because the battle lines were stretched too thin, they ended up not having enough funding and time to research these things.
They had to discontinue atomic bomb research and switch to researching practical weapons, including flying saucers, supersonic aircraft, new-era weapons, and so on. Unfortunately, they lost before they could successfully research them. After Soviet Russia rushed into Berlin, relying on the scientific research results obtained from Germany, it leapt to become the world's number one military power, surpassing major European countries like Britain and France.
Confronting the US—you have to know that at the beginning, the US actually did not have the advantage. Even when it came to going to the moon, it was the people of Soviet Russia who sent the satellite up first. And the fact that the US has now become the world's number one power is actually inextricably linked to these materials.
Looking at these materials, Jiang Hai, Azalina, and Wallis Shelley exchanged glances. Jiang Hai didn't care about the research documents or anything like that written on them; he had no interest. What the historical truth was, what did it have to do with him?
What he cared about most, and could be said to be the only thing he cared about, was that dragon emblem. He just didn't know if, when the Americans went to search this place, they had taken the secret of the dragon emblem with them? If they had taken it, he would be in trouble! (To be continued.)