Working as a police officer in Mexico

Georgia slowly opened his eyes.

The smell of disinfectant surged into his nose.

After his pupils adjusted slightly, he saw that the bed was surrounded by people.

"Boss woke up, boss woke up," a bald man shouted excitedly. He leaned closer and asked nervously, "Boss, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Georgia reached out and pushed his face away. "Your breath stinks..."

The bald man looked embarrassed for a moment, but immediately started yelling, "Where's the doctor? Where the hell is the doctor?"

Soon, the doctor rushed in. After carefully examining the instruments, he let out a long sigh of relief. "Mr. Georgia is not in any serious condition."

The Gulf Group executives present all breathed a sigh of relief.

Georgia absolutely could not die—they were all tied together, for better or worse.

"Boss, who did this? I'll get my men and kill them right now!" the bald man roared furiously.

He managed Gulf Group's operations in Asia and was also Abrego's adopted son. He grew up alongside Georgia and had a close relationship with him. This was why, when Georgia passed out, he chose specific personnel instead of calling the police.

"I'm not sure, but those people were well-trained. Even with a dozen bodyguards and the Myanmar man, we were completely overpowered."

Georgia clutched his head. "It doesn't seem like a spur-of-the-moment decision; this was a premeditated assassination."

The bald man and the others exchanged glances, and suddenly, a name popped into their heads.

"Boss, could it be that Arturo Desena bastard who orchestrated this?"

"If you were to die… or something worse, that guy would have all the power, and no one in the Southern Government would be able to challenge him."

"Plus, coming to Thailand was supposed to be highly confidential. Hardly anyone knew about it—this is definitely an internal issue."

The bald man slammed his fist on the nearby table and declared firmly, "It has to be him. He's been unhappy with our Gulf Group for a long time. Last time, he even pressured us into sharing 10% of our territory with other organizations. He's just scared we'll overshadow him and directly oppose him."

"Boss, give the order. I'll take the brothers and go head-to-head with him!"

Georgia furrowed his brow. He was an arrogant man, but not a fool. His cold, venomous eyes glinted like a snake's. "Let the brothers back home know to stay calm. I'm not dead yet. Don't let anyone with ulterior motives take advantage of us."

"When I get back, this isn't over."

"If someone wants me dead, I'll make sure they pay with rivers of blood!"

As Abrego's eldest son, he was significantly older than his two younger brothers. When he was born, Gulf Group was still making money off smuggling electronics. He'd started hustling from a young age.

He still bore gunshot scars on his hips, whereas his younger brothers had grown up during better times.

This "Crown Prince" had earned his position through blood and battles, and the veterans respected him.

Arturo Desena, you couldn't kill me—which only means God and the Victory Goddess are on my side!

"Alright," the bald man replied.

"The siblings who saved me—where are they?" Georgia suddenly asked.

"They're just outside."

"Bring them in."

A subordinate ran out quickly. The bald man, Norris Fitzgerald, lowered his voice. "Boss, those siblings are just vegetable sellers. We could just give them some cash to deal with it."

Georgia gave him a sideways glance. Norris froze, slapped himself hard, and split his lip. "I talk too much. I'm such a bastard."

"Stop it. We're brothers—we grew up together. There's no need for this. But Norris, my life isn't that cheap."

Soon, the siblings were ushered in by the subordinate, still wearing the same clothes. The girl nervously clutched her brother's shirt, and Georgia noticed her pants still had bloodstains from when he was injured. His gaze softened. "Thank you."

"What do you want? Money? Or power? If it's within my means, I'll give it to you."

"No, no, no—we don't want anything. Saving a life is like building seven levels of a pagoda. It's the right thing to do," the brother said hurriedly, forcing a smile.

The sister nodded beside him.

"Do you know who I am?" Georgia asked, staring at them intently. Norris Fitzgerald also squinted as he stared.

The group of brawny men gazed at them, instantly terrifying the sister into tears. Her tears streamed down uncontrollably.

"You… what do you want? We don't want anything. Please… please just let us go, sir. We're just vegetable sellers," the brother said trembling, shielding his sister.

Georgia leaned back into the bed. "Then come with me to Mexico. Here in Thailand, you're just scraping by at the bottom. But if you follow me, I'll make you people of status. How much money can selling vegetables make? It's hopeless!"

"Do you really want your sister to keep being just a vegetable seller? Life like this isn't easy."

"What about you? Do you really want to spend your whole life bowing and scraping in this godforsaken place? If you come with me, you'll have everything you want."

The brother's face was filled with hesitation.

"I want to study. Is that possible?" The sister suddenly asked boldly.

"Study?"

The drug traffickers in the room all froze. We're taking you to a life of crime, and you want to study?!

Azhen, what kind of joke is this?

But Georgia stared at the woman for a moment and then laughed. "No problem. I'll find the best tutors in the world to teach you. What do you want to be in the future?"

"I… I want to be a writer."

"Then I'll buy you a Nobel Prize in Literature."

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"Why… why are you agreeing to this? We just saved you on a whim," the brother couldn't help but ask.

"On a whim?"

Georgia crossed his hands and raised his eyelids. "My life isn't that cheap."