Due to the large number of participants, plus the entourage, the number of people on the island may exceed several thousand, such a large number of people, if the organizer also provides food delivery services, hehe, I am afraid that the tens of thousands of service personnel will not be enough.

This is easy to solve if the venue is changed to a bustling metropolis, but on a small island in Siberia, it is delusional to want to have so many service staff.

Therefore, the organizers of the conference specifically explained that meals need to go to a special restaurant, and do not provide food delivery services.

Zhevsky soon arrived, his face flushed, and he exuded a smell of alcohol between his words, and it seemed that the Russians were fond of alcohol.

Cheng Kong left the team in the small building, and only brought Yang Tian, the vampire lord and the four swordsmen with him, not that those troops didn't need to eat, Cheng Kong wanted to keep a low profile here.

Besides, those classes needed very little food, not to mention the compressed biscuits, so they wouldn't starve to death one by one.

Followed by six entourages, walking on the street, it was not very eye-catching, this way towards the restaurant, with more than a dozen entourages around the guys abounding, Cheng Kong seems to be relatively few.

The restaurant is located underground, with dozens of underground entrances scattered throughout the island, including one near the small building where Cheng Kong lives.

The underground restaurant is large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people, and behind the transparent glass windows, hundreds of chefs are busy, and of course, you don't expect to eat Chinese and French cuisine here.

It's just boiled potatoes. Beef, mutton, etc., after all, people want to make money as organizers. If you invite hundreds of celebrity chefs, I'm afraid you will lose money.

At this time, there were already many people eating in the restaurant, of course, due to the simplicity of the food, many pampered bosses seemed very dissatisfied, and the restaurant was full of all kinds of abuse.

Of course, these guys are still sane and didn't make a move to kill the chef, you need to know the representatives or bosses of these underground forces. The entourage is fully armed, and the most powerful weapon of those cooks should be kitchen knives. Well? Cutting boards, pot lids are also counted?

Cheng Kong and the people just entered the underground restaurant, chose a table near the entrance, sat down, and ordered.

While waiting for the dish. Cheng Kong chatted with Kevsky. Of course, there are a lot of things related to the underground potential of the World Continent, after all, Cheng Kong is not very familiar with this aspect and needs to understand.

But it wasn't long before an angry shouting came from the entrance, in Spanish: "What the hell weather! I'm about to freeze to death! ”

"Grass, my hands!"

Soon, the group of people behind rushed over violently, different from Cheng Kong. Among these people, there was no receptionist sent by the organizer, and one was a sturdy person. Wrapped in a thick fur coat and hung on his chest, one of the men had bloody hands, as if they had been skinned from their palms.

Obviously, this guy doesn't know that in the cold weather outside, his hands can't touch metal objects directly, otherwise, his hands will be frozen, and he will have to peel off the skin if he wants to take them off.

"Siberian boy, where is the doctor? Lead the way! Otherwise, Lao Tzu will destroy you with one shot! ”

The leader of the other party was shorter, and he pounced in front of Kevsky with a fierce momentum, grabbed Kevsky's collar and shouted loudly in English.

Subject was stunned for a moment, originally wanted to be angry, but he didn't know what Lu Dao was doing, and the anger immediately subsided, and he honestly let the other party roar angrily, spraying spittle.

Cheng Kong sat on the side and watched and knew that if you want to talk about strength, a hero, even the weakest hero, is in the upper hand in strength when facing an ordinary person.

This subject is so honest, I'm afraid he wants to use the hands of this group of guys to weigh his strength?

After all, Subjectowski was his receptionist, and he was taken away like this, and his face was shaved clean, not to mention that the movement here had already alarmed the leaders of the underground power representatives in the restaurant, who were looking at this side with malicious eyes.

As long as the two sides of the conflict are not their own people, for them, even if they all die, it will be a coke fun.

Well, none of the guys here are stupid, including the group of guys who rushed over to stir up trouble, probably also want to use themselves to establish their authority.

After all, most of the participants are familiar with each other, and they have participated in at least the two world conferences.

A newcomer like Cheng Kong is undoubtedly as eye-catching as a lighthouse in the night, and the effect of using such a kid to establish his authority must be good.

To put it simply, this is a conference that magnifies the law of the jungle to the extreme.

Cheng Kong also saw that Subject Fusky was grabbed by the collar and humiliated by the other party, and none of the guards stood up, so you can see the rules here.

If you show a hint of weakness, hehe, I'm afraid that even those bystanders can't wait to pounce on the corpse.

When the short man tried to pull the subject away from the subject, a big hand was placed on the short man's wrist: "Let go!" This is our receptionist. ”

The short man suddenly became angry, glared at the swordsman holding his hand, and roared in a low voice: "Boy, do you want to die? ”

Before he could finish speaking, the short man felt himself soar into the air, and then flew backwards, and in a burst of exclamations, the short man was thrown out of the wall by the swordsman, and by the time he slid down, he had been knocked unconscious.

"The face lost by the Columbian Gang needs blood to cleanse it!"

After a moment of scramble, the group left the restaurant screaming.

Fighting with people here, they don't have the courage yet, you must know that in this restaurant, there are at least more than a hundred representatives of the underground power, the leader, and the bullet has no eyes.

If you really fight here, you will offend all the underground forces.

But if you want to fight hand-to-hand with each other, these guys really don't have much confidence, besides, they have guns and play hand-to-hand combat with each other, and they really don't know how to die.

"They are one of the three major gangs in Colombia, the Columbian Gang, and the Black Cross training camp is what they did."

After the other party ran away, Kevsky sat down again, and when he saw Cheng Kong staring at his eyes, he immediately explained, but his eyes drifted towards the swordsmen next to him from time to time, and it was obvious that he had already noticed that the entourage of this participant was not so simple. (To be continued......)