I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 677 - 675: They Might Cry

"It seems their sincerity is good enough now, let's restore trade!" Zhang Menglong issued an order to Hong Yi, an order that spread like a virus to all of Zhang Menglong's industries.

"The boss said to restore trade, back to South Africa!"

"Turn around, go back and load the cargo!"

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"Dlamini, well done. Our foreign trade is gradually being restored, and all the riots have been suppressed!" It was impossible to eliminate the aftermath of such widespread protest activities at once, but it was now entirely within controllable limits.

Although it took a half day late for many businesses to hand over, the losses were still within an acceptable range.

Upon hearing this news, Dlamini's eyes filled with hot tears. Once Zhang Menglong had left, his first action would be to resign!

He had heard a little noise from above, it was said that they had found a way to deal with Zhang Menglong, and they were almost completely sure of it! The reason they had been so pleasing to Zhang Menglong this time was just to keep him occupied before they acted.

But Dlamini didn't think so. When had they ever had a full assurance against Zhang Menglong? Do you believe one could produce hundreds of trillions of US dollars to compete against half the world? If this had been before this grand competitive battle, absolutely no one would have believed it!

Would you believe that someone could fly a passenger plane, face 60 fighter jets, and not only escape unscathed but also take down 59 of them? Yet Zhang Menglong did just that.

Now you're telling me you've figured out a way to deal with Zhang Menglong, and you're completely sure of it? What a joke, old man, terribly wrong. As if I would believe you!

Dlamini's intuition told him that Zhang Menglong would probably be the last one laughing this time.

And by then, when Zhang Menglong is targeted over and over, he might explode, right? Although he couldn't erase South Africa from the world map, he could certainly show them what cruelty meant.

He didn't know what Zhang Menglong would do, but he was sure it would be even more ruthless than this time.

"Nope, resigning and retiring aren't enough. I need to emigrate!" Dlamini thought carefully about his earnings over the years, which had also accumulated quite a fortune, making it possible to have a good life in any nearby country. If he wanted, finding a political position would definitely welcome him with open arms.

That has to be better than waiting to die here, right?

"Mr. Zhang, the car chosen by your friend will be handed over to your people at the port in a couple of days. Your friend's ID information has also been entered into the relevant system, and they can now enjoy top-level VIP treatment at those gas stations in Huaxia."

"Hmm, I'm quite satisfied with your sincerity. Since that's the case, let's head back to the hotel. We shouldn't need to be quarantined anymore, right?"

"Mr. Zhang, you jest, of course not. I hope you have a pleasant holiday here. I'll arrange someone to take you back."

"No need, my arranged people have already arrived," Zhang Menglong pointed at a silver-white sports car nearby.

The blinding emblem on the car caught Dlamini off guard.

"The Mandela family's emblem?"

This was the largest underground family in South Africa, a family that existed even before the country was established. They owned almost all the metal mines, diamond mines, and oil wells.

They didn't like to hold office, but those in office were terrified of them.

A young man stepped down from the car and bowed respectfully to Zhang Menglong, "Master, have you finished your business?"

"Yes, thank you for coming all this way," Zhang Menglong nodded.

The young man looked at Dlamini, "I know what you have done. Because the master is magnanimous, we won't hold these against you, just applied a little punishment. But the Mandela family won't stop here."

Hearing these words, Delamini's body began to tremble slightly.

"Go back and tell those above you to kneel at our Mandela family's doorstep tonight. If they kneel for three days and then resign themselves, that will suffice, but if they cannot kneel for the full three days, then news of an assassination will appear in the major media outlets!"

The youth's words were filled with threat, yet they sounded so calm, as if he was merely stating a trivial matter.

Delamini did not doubt the youth's words, for there once was a president who had issued a law that greatly displeased him. The Mandela family had given him a warning, but he naively thought he was the one in power and stubbornly enacted the law.

A few days later, his dead body appeared on the road in front of his own house, and within a matter of days, everyone related to him had been purged, and the law was amended.

This was the power of this family in this country.

"Yes! I will certainly convey your message!" Delamini had not expected that someone from the powerful Mandela family would respectfully call Zhang Menglong 'Master.'

"Master, let me drive you back."

"Mm," Zhang Menglong nodded and followed the youth into the car.

"Well, that's sorted. Where should we go for fun next?" In the car, everyone excitedly resumed their discussion. They had arrived in South Africa only last night, and it wasn't even dinner time yet. Strictly speaking, they had only wasted a little less than half a day,

but in that half-day, they had acquired sports cars worth tens of millions, diamonds worth millions, and each person had a cross-national check worth 10 million US dollars. It was indeed a massive gain.

They felt almost guilty not eating two shovelfuls of dirt.

Time was plentiful, but this kind of money was not easy to come by.

The convoy was making its way along a back road towards the city.

"Master, there's a car following us!" the driver suddenly said.

"Is it Delamini's people?"

"No, it's a different group, not ordinary people, but Psychics and Ancient Martial Artists!"

"Ancient Martial Artists?" Zhang Menglong was surprised.

He knew that this incident wouldn't end so easily. Since they couldn't take him down with a fighter jet, they would definitely resort to the powers of the second world.

Among the nations involved against him, only Kaibong had withheld their hand because they knew the type of power Zhang Menglong possessed. These second-world humans might find contending with Zhang Menglong as feasible as express delivery.

Zhang Menglong also believed that Kaibong would not inform other nations of this intelligence. After all, they all had a nefarious nature; if they had suffered, they couldn't be the only ones taking a beating, right?

However, what surprised Zhang Menglong was the involvement of Ancient Martial Artists. Weren't all Ancient Martial Artists from Huaxia? Yet, there were Huaxia people wanting to confront him. Had they forgotten the fear of being dominated by the Ritian Sect?

"Master, according to our intelligence network, the participants this time included Psychics from those nations and people from Realm Island."

"Realm Island?" Zhang Menglong paused."You mean the native place of that guy who tried to steal Wang Ling's girlfriend last time?"

"Yes," the driver replied, "Recently, the people of Realm Island split into two factions, one led by the original leader. They stayed in the area you allocated to them on Realm Island and continued earnestly with their ancient martial arts training. But there's another group, accustomed to their past influence and not content with obscurity."

"Since you are in the country, they have nothing significant to do, so they came to America and have been in close contact with the second-world inhabitants, wanting to demonstrate their power and earn the trust of America. So this time they decided to act against you, but it seems they don't know the target is you."

"Goodness," Zhang Menglong smacked his forehead, "they might cry when they see me later, right?"