Five hours later, in Matamoros City, Mexico, the Landrover Defender was parked on the roadside while Xia Lei enjoyed his breakfast. He was busy checking up on his accounts on the stock market. 

His accounts had suffered some loss in the stock market. As of yesterday’s closing, the four accounts had suffered a total loss of four hundred thousand dollars. The numerical loss seemed hefty but in terms of their forty million dollar principal, the loss was only one per cent. It was no big deal. 

“I’ll have them grow at a terrifying rate as soon as I get back.” Xia Lei folded his laptop, letting a smirk loose on the edge of his lips. 

If he wanted money, he was going to get it. His brain worked like a computer, able to analyse and compute things with great efficacy. Any share market that he targeted, he would know its future direction...