Two extremely wealthy men eating jianbing guozi at a street stall was quite a rare sight, especially with Boss Ma being so recognizable that he left passersby bewildered.
If Boss Ma hadn't been surrounded by bodyguards, they would have gathered around him long ago.
"By the way, President Jiang, don't you arrange for bodyguards?" Boss Ma suddenly remembered.
He had wondered why Jiang Siming always seemed a little off. He had always felt that something was missing, and only now did he realize that Jiang Siming always appeared alone.
Aside from bringing his girlfriends along, he had never seen anyone else accompanying Jiang Siming.
"Bodyguards? I don't need them. Do you believe I could take on a hundred of your bodyguards by myself?" Jiang Siming joked half-seriously.
The Tai Chi master serving as Boss Ma's bodyguard felt unconvinced, but he didn't dare say anything. He couldn't see through Jiang Siming's strength, and even if he was unconvinced, Jiang Siming was still his boss's friend.
Boss Ma, however, believed him. He had already determined that Jiang Siming came from a secluded cultivation sect, so he had complete faith in Jiang Siming's words.
He did think taking on a hundred was an exaggeration, but Jiang Siming should truly be able to defeat them.
After the two of them had a simple breakfast, they got back into the car. They took a plane and arrived at Macau Airport around noon.
"When will the Gambling Ship open?" Jiang Siming asked Boss Ma.
"It officially opens for business tonight. Why?" Boss Ma replied.
"Then where should we go first?"
"Of course, we'll find somewhere to have lunch. President Jiang, the food in Macau that you want to try is quite good." Boss Ma smiled.
Jiang Siming shook his head. "If it opens tonight, I'll go