Chapter 2155 - 2155

When Trump said that, he also pulled out a stack of files for Liu Zhizhong to look through.

Liu Zhizhong hadn't realized before; once he started reading, he got a real shock.

He'd thought that after his own incident, telecom fraud had already been smashed badly enough.

But who could have known, this telecom fraud business, up to now, really keeps reinventing itself, new tricks on top of old, endlessly cropping up.

The ones suffering are always ordinary people, alas…

And not only has the fire of telecom fraud failed to die down, it's actually burning hotter and hotter.

Like Cheng Zhi—he looked like he was in his forties or fifties, but turns out he's just barely over thirty.

A guy like that, in barely ten years, goes from a broke junior‑high dropout to sitting on several tens of billions of US dollars—do you really think he did that all by himself?

Now he's holed up inside the Great East Pot, and that's not without reason, right? Check his hometown address, and… ha. Fuck me, straight out of one of the old telecom‑fraud nest towns.

All that fancy high‑end aura he wears—every cent is soaked in ordinary people's blood and tears! Some people get scammed so badly they lose their lives, bodies never found, neither dead nor alive.

And this Cheng Zhi hiding in the Great East Pot is clearly being protected by someone. The United States wants to arrest him, and it's actually not that easy to pull off!

After all, with the United States and its skin color, anyone can tell—if you want to go into the Great East Pot to grab someone, just the formal procedures alone are enough to bury you.

Even if you get the paperwork done, if the other side decides they're going to protect Cheng Zhi, what the hell are you going to arrest?

They could easily dump a bucket of dirty water on you, accuse you of maliciously harming a private entrepreneur who's made huge contributions to the Great East Pot—can you afford that?

Trump's exact words were: "No one understands some of the Great East Pot's meat trumpets better than I do. When they start flinging filth, it's truly nauseating! I don't want to waste time sparring with them on the rhetoric; I just want to hit where it hurts! So, to catch Cheng Zhi, the Wale Republic should be our best helper."

Liu Zhizhong smiled and asked him, "Why does it have to be the Wale Republic?"

"Because you're the same race! And my old friend Neta is full of praise for Wale's intelligence work. The cooperation between your two countries on intelligence, your level in that field, is honestly jaw‑dropping—deeply impressive! So I believe the Wale Republic has plenty of intel officers and operatives inside the Great East Pot. It's way easier for you to move there than for us Mi Guo people to go in, isn't it?"

This old geezer—you might think he's a Madman, but he's actually sharp as hell.

Liu Zhizhong also understood that the old man's mind was full of schemes.

If Wale agents go in to grab and fight Cheng Zhi, and succeed, then everything's easy to handle.

If they fail—ha—then it's the Wale Republic standing in front, doing the offending, and taking the blame.

Anyway, Liu Zhizhong felt relations with the Great East Pot were already very strained; he didn't mind straining them another time or two.

Besides, when it comes to telecom fraud, Liu Zhizhong loathes it with a passion. The Wale Republic has always treated cracking down on telecom fraud as a top priority, and protecting the lives and property of its citizens is the government's foremost responsibility.

So, during Liu Zhizhong's term as president, any citizens of the Wale Republic who were duped or scammed were helped by the Valle Government. Even if the money was lost, they'd get some compensation, but the telecom fraudsters had to be severely punished—once you're discovered in the trade, the sentence is heavy, with no upper limit.

And Liu Zhizhong absolutely despised people like Cheng Zhi and the forces behind him. So when he agreed to Trump's proposal to have the Wale intelligence system handle the matter, he didn't hesitate for even a second.

This was one of the two other matters discussed in their secret meeting, and Liu Zhizhong obtained a lot of material, all about the Young Master Group.

Afterward, Liu Zhizhong shared the files with Wale's intelligence chief, Wen Bao, and told him to fly to the United States immediately to meet him.

At that moment, Wen Bao was in Kekistan in charge of another top‑secret operation, but when he saw the materials sent by Liu Zhizhong, he was stunned.

The Young Master Group, Cheng Zhi—the detailed files, the outrageous crimes—left Wen Bao utterly dumbfounded.

Wen Bao didn't even have time to read everything before boarding a special flight to the United States.

On the jet, Wen Bao finally went through all the documents one by one, feeling endless emotion.

When he met Liu Zhizhong in Walton, the first thing he said was: "Brother Zhizhong, this world really is a tiny place."

Liu Zhizhong was very surprised. He sat down with Wen Bao in the hotel room that Mi Guo had secured with top‑tier protection, and chuckled, "Brother Wen, what do you mean by that?"

Wen Bao said, "I know this Cheng Zhi."

"What?"

Liu Zhizhong was stunned.

"What… you two really know each other?"

Wen Bao nodded. "Yeah, even if he were burned to ashes I'd still recognize him. That bastard, back in the Southwest Asia underworld, was at least a player. Not very famous himself, but he had an uncle who was extremely famous."

"Who?"

"Kun Desha! Former number‑one chair in the Southwest Asia underworld, also the biggest drug lord in all of Asia, ranked top four globally. Kun Desha was taken out by the Singapore government army a few years back, and all his assets were confiscated. You've probably heard of that, right?"

Liu Zhizhong thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, back then I was still in the country, still a County Party Secretary. That's right."

"Exactly that time. This punk Cheng Zhi escaped, went to work under another Southwest Asia White Dragon Hall branch. When I swept through Southwest Asia to straighten out the order, this bastard was inside the Great East Pot and managed to slip through again. Damn, I thought he'd vanished from the mortal world. Didn't expect him to shed his skin and turn into the Young Master Group's chairman. Inside the Great East Pot he's even wearing some charity, conscience halo—ha… what a fucking joke!"

Liu Zhizhong remembered the core members who'd followed Wen Bao when they defected to Wale, and asked them whether they knew this Cheng Zhi.

Wen Bao said, "Everyone knows him—Cheng Zhi is on the most‑wanted kill list. But his real name isn't Cheng Zhi, it's Chen Shi. And after his uncle was wiped out and White Dragon Hall got taken down by me, this bastard even got plastic surgery, ha… but his eyes and that mole under his chin—I remember them crystal clear. It's him, one hundred percent."

Liu Zhizhong nodded. "I trust the instincts and judgment of Southwest Asia's number‑one killer."

Wen Bao chuckled. "I've been director for so long I almost forgot what I used to be. So, Brother Zhizhong, tell me—what's the plan?"

"I've reached an agreement with US President Trump. We're going to help him catch Cheng Zhi… oh, Chen Shi, inside the Great East Pot, and at the same time we'll join forces to wipe out the entire Young Master Group. Brother Wen, it's your turn to shine, heh‑heh…"