Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 557 - 501: Debt-Collecting Song Heping

"Mr. Joaquin, I've heard about this too, it's too strange. Balrot's channels have always been secure. How could sothing go wrong this ti?" Little Leva's tone carried a hint of ridicule: "Or is it possible that there is a mole within your own ranks?"

"Impossible!" Joaquin declared with pride: "There will never be another traitor in my organization. The last one had his skin peeled off alive by my n, his heart and liver were used to brew liquor, and it's still stored in the wine cabinet of my hall. I doubt anyone would want to taste that again."

He paused and then added: "I've received a tip-off, fearing that it's Balrot's people who have a problem. Today, I also called him over to check the accounts together."

A flicker of contempt passed through Little Leva's eyes; the Leva Group had also lost so rchandise recently, but they were doing much better than both Balrot and Joaquin.

Joaquin had intricate ties with the Colombian anti-governnt ard forces and was one of the drug lords with the best relationship with the Colombians among the xican drug trafficking groups.

Therefore, often when soone encountered a problem with supplies or affairs from Colombia, they would turn to him for help.

Leveraging these channels and relationships, Joaquin often behaved arrogantly, implicitly acting as the leader among everyone.

All being drug traffickers and heads of their groups, Joaquin's domineering air inevitably led to him being cursed behind his back, but fear of his power prevented any open expression of this resentnt.

Little Leva smiled and said: "If it's not a problem on your side, then it must be an issue on Balrot's side. Either way, only the two of you would know."

Joaquin's face turned a steely blue, just about to say sothing, when several more cars drove into the estate.

The person getting out of this batch of cars was obviously a local xican due to the huge traditional xican hat perched on his head, which looked naturally a bit comical when worn.

Despite being short in stature, the man looked sturdy like a bull.

Seeing this person, Joaquin did not approach to shake hands or share a kiss as he had when greeting Little Leva, but remained reclining on his wicker chair, coldly observing the newcor.

"Balrog is here. You can go and ask Balrog as he was responsible for transporting the rchandise," he said to Little Leva.

"Mr. Joaquin, I'm here," Balrog approached the table, noticing Little Leva's presence, his eyes lit up: "What a rare guest! It turns out Mr. Little Leva is also here! Where's your brother?"

Little Leva stood up, politely shook hands with Balrog, and gave a procedural explanation: "My brother is temporarily unavailable, so I'm here on his behalf."

Then, another procession of cars entered.

This ti it was a big personality—the trusted man of a notorious Colombian drug lord, Lucas.

"Lucas! My dear Lucas, my friend! My brother!"

Joaquin greeted him with a saccharine smile, but without warmth.

"Shorty, you're so enthusiastic about greeting , it's kind of frightening," said Lucas, his eyes the size of mung beans emitting a cold glint as he scanned the surroundings.

He had used Joaquin's nickna, rather than his na.

The reality of their strained relationship could no longer be concealed.

Lucas's bodyguards nearly surrounded him like half an iron barrel, leaving only a small gap where Joaquin stood.

After a seemingly heartfelt embrace, they both took a seat at the table.

By this ti, the table was already bustling with activity.

Soon, representatives from the other two groups also arrived, one after another.

Along with Joaquin, mbers of the five major groups were all present.

Won in bikinis and large xican hats and cowboy boots ca to the table with platters of fruit and a large plate of xican grilled at, and set them on the table.

"Shorty, everyone's here now. Speak up if you have sothing to say, I'm in a hurry to get back," Lucas said impatiently without even settling into his seat.

His words conveyed a clear ssage—having given face by showing up, he expected Joaquin to speak his piece quickly.

He was a well-known fugitive; the new president of xico had put out a hit list and his na was second.

"Don't rush; just wait a little longer, we still need to wait for one more person."

Joaquin glanced at his watch; his brow furrowed subtly.

"It seems our honored guest is running late..."

Before he could finish, headlights shone from the road in the distance.

Joaquin casually picked up the first pair of night vision goggles by his side and looked towards the lights. A few Toyota FJ cruisers were heading their way.

"Hmm—"

He put down the night vision goggles and turned to everyone: "It seems our honored guest has just arrived."

The FJ procession arrived at the estate and parked beside the fountain.

"Who has arrived?" Lucas shifted his gaze suspiciously, tightly fixing his eyes on the FJ cruisers.

Among the group, only Balrot remained silent.

Because he knew who Joaquin was waiting for.

The car door opened, and Song Heping appeared in everyone's sight.

"Mr. Song."

Joaquin was still very enthusiastic, welcoming him just like he did the others.

"Mr. Joaquin." Song Heping didn't look too good: "All my n were asked to stay in xico City and not allowed to follow, what does this an?"

Song Heping brought Jiang Feng and three others to xico this ti.

He ca under the pretense of debt collection.

Through pressure from Morins, Joaquin agreed to take on the role of an interdiary, contacting Balrot to clarify things face-to-face with Song Heping.

Besides, he also wanted to take this opportunity to get closer to the ELN ard forces.

After all, the ELN is famously on bad terms with the United States Governnt.

The ELN didn't deal much with drugs before, and Joaquin had always been dealing with AUC, but now that AUC has dissolved, Joaquin's influence in Colombia has weakened significantly.

If he could use this opportunity to connect with the ELN, it would be a good thing.

Actually, he had long planned that if Balrot refused to honor the deal for the ten tons of goods, he would make him do so, even if it ant paying out of his pocket.

Trading the price of ten tons of goods for a powerful partner in Colombia is a good deal!

Joaquin has managed to rise to the position of the most powerful organization in xico with considerable skill.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Song, this ti representatives from all five major groups are here, and it's a very confidential matter, of course, we can't let too many outsiders co, but you are my honored guest, I'll guarantee your safety, please rest assured, coming here is just like returning to your own ho."

Song Heping laughed coldly in his heart but expressed understanding on his face: "Well, if that's the case, I'll just go with the flow."

He had anticipated this kind of situation long before.

But without entering the tiger's den, one can't catch the cubs; to achieve great things, one must be willing to take risks.

After laying out the plan for so long, today was finally the day to close the net.

The representatives of the five most powerful drug trafficking groups in xico are all here today, with Joaquin and Balrot being the most valuable.

If just these two could be dealt with today, the 50 million dollars Kelly spent would be extrely well-invested.

Song Heping originally thought that Joaquin would arrange a private eting with Balrot.

He never expected that Balrot would not dare to show up, and in the end, Joaquin made such a big fuss, even summoning representatives from all five major gangs.

A pleasant surprise!

As Joaquin was calling Song Heping up the stairs, he turned his head and gave an obscure glance to his chief bodyguard.

The latter nodded slightly, signaling that everything was in order.

Before Song Heping ca, he was frisked, subject to a thorough search.

This included any weapons and scanning for any signals on his person.

To ensure there were no trackers and lethal weapons.

Joaquin was always very careful in how he conducted his affairs; otherwise, he would have died long ago.

After receiving a sure sign from his subordinate, Joaquin once again put on a smile and led Song Heping to the table.

"Mr. Song."

He introduced Song Heping to Balrot.

"The one who owned the ten tons of goods last ti."

After finishing, he pointed to Balrot and said to Song Heping: "This is Mr. Balrot; he was in charge of transporting your goods, but sothing went wrong. Let's take the opportunity today to settle this matter."

Song Heping sneered at Balrot: "Mr. Balrot, ever since you lost my goods, you've been playing the disappearing act! What? Are you planning on not playing by the rules?"

Everyone listened and understood.

The recent shocking sweep of ten tons of high-purity K, the Eastern face before them was the true sufferer...

Everyone knew that the batch of goods ca from Colombia and was related to the ELN, and this man surnad Song was said to have assisted the ELN in defeating AUC, leading to the dissolution of the second-largest anti-governnt ard organization.

With this in mind, everyone at the scene looked at Song Heping with newfound respect, no longer displaying the previous arrogance of refusing to give him a second glance.

Balrot remained silent for a mont, then slowly said: "Mr. Song, this matter is quite strange, let's wait for Mr. Joaquin to settle the affairs of the five groups first, and then we'll talk about our business. Perhaps there will be a surprise later."

Hearing him ntion "a surprise," Song Heping's heart flickered slightly.

Looking carefully at Balrot, this guy's face was calm, and he seed as steady as an old dog.

Could it be that he knew sothing?