Xun Hailu nodded thoughtfully: "I seem to understand what you are going to say."

"So, for me today, I can be a Chinese, or a Chinese, or even a Papua New Guinea." After a pause, Cang Hao said word by word: "No matter who you are, it doesn't matter. But whether you are a human is very important."

Xun Hailu was encouraged: "It's right!"

"The world is changing, and we don't know what tomorrow will look like, so a powerful person should not be afraid of changes in the environment, nor should he be afraid of a certain person. If there is such a person who determines your future, then you should get rid of this person even more." Cang Hao told Xun Hailu meaningfully: "If this person can send you to heaven, he will definitely send you to hell!"

"It's right." Xun Hailu nodded meaningfully: "We all have to be our own masters, and we cannot let fate be decided in the hands of others."

"It's right that you can think of it."

"I want to be a truly powerful person!" Xun Hailu suddenly stood up: "Thank you for telling me so much... I didn't expect that you are a person with a story!"

"If you have time, I can tell you a few more stories..."

"No, I will benefit from this one. See you again." Xun Hailu left this sentence, said nothing, turned around and went back to her home.

She came to Cang Hao's place and stayed for less than half an hour. She decided which book to use and went back directly, making Cang Hao feel as if she was the boss.

However, Cang Hao believed Xun Hailu's analysis of the script and her professional judgment.

So Cang Hao called Wen Xiaohai directly: "If Haitian asks which book should be used, you can recommend "Dark Walker"."

"No problem." Wen Xiaohai agreed: "It just so happens that I have a headache. If Che Haijun asks me for my opinion, what should I say."

"No need to say anything else, just tell him this book is OK, and let him think about the rest by himself."

Wen Xiaohai nodded: "I understand."

After putting down the phone, it was getting late, so Cang Hao went back to his bedroom to rest.

When he got up the next morning, Cang Hao went out to work. When he saw the opposite door was quiet, he didn't know whether Xun Hailu had already gone out or hadn't gotten up at all.

At this moment, two tall white men came towards me, both in their early twenties, wearing jeans and short-sleeved T-shirts.

There are many foreigners living in the community, mostly corporate executives. First, they are too burly, about 1.85 meters tall, and the muscles on their arms are angular.

More importantly, they have tattoos on their right arm. The tattoos of the two people are different, so they can't see clearly what the pattern is, but there is a line of English "Ranger".

In American English, "Ranger" usually refers to Rangers, which is an elite unit with a long history in the M country.

As a former mercenary, Cang Hao was able to accurately identify similar people, and these two white men were carrying the aura of a soldier.

The two of them walked towards each other, about six or seven meters away, just by clamping Cang Hao from one left and the other.

Cang Hao pretended to be nothing and continued to walk forward. Just as the distance between the two sides was about three meters closer, Cang Hao suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the two people.

The two white men did not expect Cang Hao to do so, and were stunned for a moment, then quickly retreated to both sides.

The two of them reacted quickly, and they distanced themselves from each other, making Cang Hao unable to deal with it at the same time.

Cang Hao had no intention of dealing with the two rangers at the same time from the beginning. He aimed directly at the one on the right, bowed his waist and hit his shoulders on his lower abdomen.

The burly white man was out of control and groaned and flew backwards.

Cang Hao read that right. These two people have indeed received strict training. The man on the right suffered Cang Hao's blow and did not fall, but stood on the ground.

However, as long as a person's feet are off the ground and then lands again, there will inevitably be a process of rebalancing his body, and it is impossible to fight back immediately.

That is, the white man on the right was about to stabilize his body, Cang Hao followed up with a quick step, lifted his knee and hit his lower abdomen.

The white man groaned again, covered his lower abdomen and bent down. Cang Hao raised his knees again and hit the door.

At the same time, another white man came to support his companion and took Cang Hao's back.

Cang Hao didn't look back, he pulled out his golden pistol and turned his hand and aimed at him.

Cang Hao also pulled out the golden pistol with his other hand and aimed at the white man in front of him: "Who sent you here?"

The white man in front of him gasped for a long time before he said in broken English: "We have no malice..."

"Maybe..." Cang Hao took two steps back and kept a little distance from the two white men: "Two Rangers appeared at my doorstep. Sorry, I really don't have any good associations."

At this moment, a voice came to mind behind Cang Hao: "They are mine."

Cang Hao looked back and saw that he was a white old man in his fifties, middle-aged and thin.

Although he is a white man, his skin is bronze and he often engages in outdoor sports, with a sense of sunshine and health.

His head was already white, and he was neatly combed into his back.

There is a saying among Chinese people that "it is hard to buy weight when you are old." In fact, in terms of basic understanding of human health, whether Westerners or Chinese people, their views are consistent, and they all believe that a body with a consistent proportion is a sign of health.

But in practice, China is far from the West.

Chinese people believe that their heads and big necks are either big or big men or kids. This famous saying belongs to Brother Biao, and now it has become a social consensus.

In the West, the rich are thin, while the poor are fat. Because the poor do not pay attention to the reasonable combination of their diet, they consume a large amount of high-fat and high-calorie foods, so they often have big belly poops.

Some people think that Chinese people gain weight before they are rich, which makes sense.

The old white man was wearing a dark blue white striped suit with a white shirt inside and no tie.

Cang Hao can also see from his superficial knowledge of luxury goods that everything from suits to shirts is customized.

In other words, this white old man is not a rich man, but a rich man, or a rich man who has been rich for several generations.

"Hello, Mr. Cang." The old white man spoke again, authentic American English with a West Coast accent, which sounded very magnetic: "Reiterate that we have no malice, you can put the gun away... By the way, your pistol is really beautiful, more like a craft than a weapon."

Cang Hao put away his gun, looked at the two Rangers, and then came to the old man, "I should complain to the community property, and anyone can put it in."

"If I become a resident here, the property should allow me to enter." The old man laughed and reached out to Cang Hao: "I'm very happy to know you!"

Cang Hao shook hands with the other party, and he saw that the other party was very powerful.

The old man pointed to the two rangers and introduced: "They are my bodyguards, the retired elites of the 75th Ranger Regiment of the 6th Army of the M Kingdom, but their performance just now proved that they are obviously not your opponent."

The two white men moved their shoulders and walked over and stood behind the old man, with a little resentful expression.

Where the two of them stood, this detail is very important.

If the two of them stood behind Cang Hao, this was a hostile expression. Cang Hao could not have to observe their work while talking to the old man.

Since the two of them stood behind the old man, it means they were not hostile to Cang Hao.

"Originally, I asked them to invite you to my car. I want to talk to you about something..." The old man said this and let out a long sigh of helplessness: "Mr. Cang Hao suddenly took action, and I had to come over to persuade him to fight!"

"Habit." Cang Hao shrugged: "My vigilance has always been very high."

"I deserve to be the king of mercenaries."

Cang Hao raised his eyebrows slightly: "It seems that you know me very well."

"If I don't know you, why am I here to find you?" The old man looked at his two subordinates and said seriously: "I just misunderstood, let's go there like this."

The two men looked at each other, then looked at Cang Hao, and finally nodded reluctantly.

Cang Hao said meaningfully: "You know me, but I don't know who you are yet."

"Get in the car and talk." The old man snapped his fingers very elegantly and drove a car slowly from not far away. It was not a particularly awesome luxury car, but just an ordinary Mercedes-Benz.

A Ranger opened the door and asked the old man and Cang Hao to get on the car. Then he closed the door and stood outside the car with another Ranger, one left and one right.

The old man took a wooden box, took out a cigar from it, and asked Cang Hao: "Do you like this?"

Cang Hao nodded: "As long as I don't let me pay."

"Mr. Cang is so humorous." The old man said, cutting off one end of the cigar with cigar tongs and handing it over to Cang Hao. Then he lit Cang Hao with a match himself: "I brought this box of cigars back from Havana, with Castro's signature on it. If I were not a particularly noble guest, I would not be willing to entertain you."

"Not bad." Cang Hao took a sip and nodded again: "Actually, no matter what cigar is, it's the same in my mouth, even if anyone's signature is the same."

"Mr. Cang is really kind." The old man cut a cigar for himself: "I am not a fan of Castro. On the contrary, I think he is mainly responsible for the tragedy of that country. When I went there, I went to another country and took a lot of effort."

"And you got this box of cigars?"

"He actually knew who I was and sent someone to send such a box of cigars over. There was nothing else." The old man smiled and shook his head: "It sounds quite graceful. I was worried that I could not go back."
Chapter completed!