"Yes, all of them are indentured servants, and they are of the second or third generation, and the shortest period is fifty years, and above all they can guarantee absolute obedience and loyalty to their masters. No matter how much you torture, abuse, or even kill them, they will still be madly obsessed with you and love you......"

Cosmo said as he reached out and hooked his finger at the maid on his left.

The white woman, who looked to be in her early twenties, immediately stepped forward and knelt on one knee, took the back of the speaker's wrinkled and age-spotted hand and kissed it deeply, her light green pupils filled with a morbidly distorted admiration and fanaticism.

There is no doubt that all of this is the result of a powerful magical contract.

It may be through some means such as hypnosis, suggestion, brainwashing, etc., to force the victim to think that the contract holder is his closest relatives and lovers, or it may be like a mind snatcher, directly inducing hallucinations to the brain, so that the victim can't tell what is illusion and what reality is, and over time he will slowly immerse himself in it and can't extricate himself.

Either way, it's definitely not out of my own will.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile and shook his head and refused: "Forget it, I'm not interested in this kind of servants who don't even have self-awareness, and their value is even inferior to the high-level magic puppets created by alchemy." ”

"No, dear Zhang, you should know what I'm referring to. Don't tell me that as a man with normal physiological orientation, you are not interested in these beautiful women who are far above average in terms of figure, appearance, and temperament. Trust me, they're going to make you happier in bed than ever. Cosmo curled the corners of his mouth slightly, suggesting meaningfully.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Speaker, when it comes to women, I personally prefer real feedback rather than a bunch of dolls who will do whatever you say, what's the difference between that and buying a bunch of silicone dolls?" Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders and unceremoniously picked up a raw oyster and poured it into his mouth.

As soon as he pushed the kneeling maid away, Cosmo's eyes flashed with a hint of strangeness, and he quickly nodded approvingly: "Makes sense! It seems that you know how to enjoy life better than my old fellow." Tell me what you're going to do next after this mediation?"

"I don't know, I haven't thought about it yet, but if nothing else, I'll spend some time in Los Angeles and visit the famous Hollywood. Zhang Cheng replied half-truthfully.

Although strictly speaking, things like the launch of private satellites were impossible to keep secret, he didn't want to let the people of the underworld know too soon.

"Hollywood ......" Cosmo seemed to recall something, and a hint of nostalgia appeared on his old face. "I remember that a hundred years ago, it was a desolate town, and then with the development of the times, in just thirty or forty years, it slowly became the world's largest film manufacturing center. If you really want to check it out, I can arrange a guide for you, an insider who really understands the development of Hollywood. ”

"Thank you for your kindness, but I still prefer to explore on my own and enjoy the surprises that may arise at any time. If you don't have anything else to command, I'm going to take my leave. With that, Zhang Cheng picked up a white napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, owing slightly.

"Have fun with you, and I won't forget everything you've done, so feel free to call me if you need to. Cosmo raised his glass of wine, raised his head and drank it down.

......

Leaving this luxury villa on Venice Beach, Zhang Cheng directly took out his mobile phone and dialed one of the numbers in the address book.

In less than five seconds, Chester Basham's voice came through the microphone: "Hey, dear friend, you've finally called me." How's it going, are you in Los Angeles?"

"Yes, I'm in Los Angeles. Now tell me where you live. Zhang Cheng didn't talk nonsense, and began to ask for the address straightforwardly.

"I'm staying in Beverly Hills, but it's past nine o'clock, and I guess you can't get a taxi anymore, so tell me where you are, and I'll pick you up by helicopter." Chester Basham offered to offer.

I have to say that his suggestion is quite intimate.

Because Zhang Cheng also found that after he left the luxury villa area, it was like entering another world, and the streets and alleys were full of black people, street girls and drug dealers roaming around, which was completely different from the relatively good law and order during the day.

Not to mention taxis, there are not even a few cars passing by on the wide roads, and locals in their slightly right minds know how dangerous and chaotic this time of year can be.

In desperation, he had to find a relatively conspicuous parking lot, and stood in place and waited patiently for the helicopter to arrive.

In less than ten minutes, with the powerful noise generated by the rapid rotation of the propellers, a helicopter of unknown type slowly descended from the sky.

Before he could land, the door to the passenger seat suddenly opened, and Chester Basham shouted at the top of his voice: "Hurry! Come on! This damn place is not safe!"

"Don't worry, with me, even if the entire California National Guard is dispatched en masse, I can guarantee that you leave safely. Zhang Cheng smiled nonchalantly, jumped directly into the co-pilot seat and closed the door.

But Chester Barsham, who was wearing headphones, obviously didn't hear what he had just said, and quickly pulled up the altitude and headed straight for the most luxurious residential area in the whole of Los Angeles, Forlì Hills.

After a while, the two landed on the lawn of a villa.

As soon as he jumped off the plane, Zhang Cheng saw a young woman who looked to be twenty-seven or eighteen years old standing at the door, and next to her stood a little boy about three or four years old.

You don't have to ask to know that this must be Chester Basham's wife and son.

In addition to this, there are four border collies, which are not sizable, smell the scent of strangers, baring their teeth and constantly letting out a threatening growl, as if to warn against approaching.

"Good evening, you must be Mr. Zhang, whom Chester often mentions, and I finally met him today. In fact, if my husband hadn't stopped me, I would have come to the door to express my gratitude. "The young woman was undoubtedly very well educated and was the first to say hello.

"Hehe, trust me, your husband is definitely thinking about you. After all, I live in a dangerous world completely cut off from ordinary people, and it is so dangerous, it is better for a beautiful and elegant lady like you to stay away as much as possible. Zhang Cheng explained with a smile.

"That's right, my dear. Know that I'm doing this to protect you. Chester Basham clearly knew how curious his wife was about the underworld, and there was a hint of helplessness on his face.

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