Along the way, Zhang Yang saw firsthand everything inside the fortress.
Armored gates.
Double-layered walls.
Guns covering entire walls.
Farther inside, ivory and animal pelts were everywhere, Persian carpets covered the floors, and the decor, while lacking any aesthetic sense, reeked of money.
Daniel brought Zhang Yang and the others into a massive reception hall, then left first.
"Please, sit, my guests." A figure emerged from within. "What would you like to drink? Red wine or hard liquor? I have vodka."
The man had a thick beard and deep-set eyes—the typical features of a Slav.
Comparing him with the photos that had leaked before, Zhang Yang naturally recognized him at once. This was Hogni, the major arms dealer stirring up trouble across Africa.
"Perhaps champagne?" Zhang Yang said with a smile.
"Of course... I prepared some in advance." Hogni laughed heartily. "But we'll have to wait until we've settled this deal."
A moment later, Hogni invited Zhang Yang to sit in the reception hall.
Inside the reception hall hung an enormous world map. Africa was covered in star-shaped markers.
"My business territory." Hogni opened a cigar case, took one for himself, then pushed it toward Zhang Yang. "Everyone thinks I create wars, but in fact, I'm a pacifist. I advocate peace and love nature."
"Indeed, I can tell." Zhang Yang glanced at the entire lion skin beneath Hogni's ass.
"I hope Africa can return to its primitive state, so I sell them weapons to help them end their wars quickly." Hogni held the cigar between his fingers, his beard trembling as he smiled. "And earn a little hardship pay along the way... My guest, tell me, what do you need weapons for?"
"To arm ourselves and protect our assets." Zhang Yang answered bluntly. "I'm sure you've investigated us already."
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