Chapter 839: 373: Dominican Republic_3
Chapter 839: Chapter 373: Dominican Republic_3
Ricardo did not immediately answer. He leaned back on the comfortable Nappa leather seat and pressed a button, causing a hidden mini-fridge to slowly rise from the center armrest in the rear seat.
He took out a bottle of top-quality rum that had been chilled earlier, with a complex patterned design on the bottle, along with a similarly chilled Baccarat crystal glass.
Skillfully pouring himself a drink, the golden yellow liquor flowed like liquid gold under the ambient lighting inside the car.
He held the glass up to his eye level, gazing at the rich amber-colored liquid, and asked coldly, “Harvey.”
“Here, brother-in-law!”
“Do you know who introduced this Mr. Lin?”
Harvey paused for a moment and then answered, “Yes, it was someone from the middleman’s side.”
The middleman is not a specific person’s name, but a code name.
Throughout the Caribbean’s gray areas, from Panama’s financial lawyers to Colombia’s “special shippers,” and even politicians in Miami, they all know the significance of this code name.
It represents a powerful, highly reputable, yet ruthless underground network creator. To offend the middleman’s clients usually leads to a fate far worse than offending the police.
“Good, you know.” Ricardo asked again, “Then do you know one is Chinese and one is American, and the man is a global super influencer with millions, if not tens of millions, of fans?”
“This, rest assured brother-in-law, I found out about this long ago…” Harvey’s voice started to falter, feeling something was amiss.
“You know everything…” Unpredictably, Ricardo grabbed the heavy whiskey crystal glass and smashed it onto Harvey’s head fiercely!
“Bang!”
A muffled sound! Ice cubes and liquor splattered over Harvey’s face, a streak of blood instantly flowed down from his temple!
“Ah!” Harvey screamed, clutching his head, trembling all over, not daring to utter a word.
“You know this! You know that!” Ricardo’s voice wasn’t loud, but each word was like a blade tempered with ice. “Then why the hell don’t you have a brain!”
He grabbed Harvey by the collar, pulling his face close to his, his bloodshot eyes staring intently:
“The middleman’s clients! A hugely influential Chinese influencer! A sensitive-identity American woman! Tell me, is this combination something we can meddle with?!”
“Look at my eyes! Answer me! Can we?!”
“Last time you guys behind my back extorted those Germans’ asses, and it’s still not cleaned up!”
“Do you think I have too much money and want me to feed it to lawyers and police?!”
Harvey was scared out of his wits, stammering, “I… I was wrong, brother-in-law… I just… just thought…”
“You thought?” Ricardo sneered, letting go of him, leaning back into his seat, wiping the splashed liquor off his hand with a silk handkerchief.
“Let me tell you, Harvey, be smart about this business!”
“We take the money, do the job. Keep the officials fed, make them blind when necessary, deaf when appropriate.”
“Make sure our clients can quietly film whatever they want, then leave safely. Not a hair missing! Understand?”
“If anything happens to them…” Ricardo’s voice turned as cold as a venomous snake, “I will personally feed you and your sister to my Canary!”
The Canary, a breed known for being fierce, combative, and absolutely loyal, is Spain’s Mastiff, also the most feared fighting dog locally in Dominica.
Ricardo’s champion dog, Beast, can easily break an adult’s bone.
Hearing this name, Harvey’s body began to tremble uncontrollably.
“Understood! Understood! Brother-in-law!”
“Get out!” Ricardo waved disgustedly, “Tell everyone to behave like cowards these days!”
“Yes! Yes! Boss!” Harvey scrambled off the car.
The car restored its silence again, the mob boss-like ruthlessness in Ricardo’s eyes gradually faded, reverting back to the shrewd businessman.
He knew this thirty thousand US dollars was a deposit, and if this cooperation goes smoothly, there will be an endless stream of cleaner and larger-scale business through the middleman and Mr. Lin.
Only a fool like Harvey would ruin all this for such petty profits.
He picked up the phone, dialed a number: “Ramirez, it’s me, Ricardo. I’ve prepared my part of your daughter’s tuition… Yes, 5000 US dollars.”
An unseen storm, unbeknownst to Lin Yu’an and Riven, was instantly stifled by Ricardo in its cradle through the most violent and effective means.
[Time: 2:00 PM, Samana Town]
When Lin Yu’an and Riven stepped out of the hotel, Samana Town was basking in the laziest afternoon sunshine of the day.
That recent transaction filled with monetary and power struggles seemed like just an interlude from another parallel world.