Except for Sun Zhongwen, everyone present saw this blonde man for the first time.

The man was dressed in a camel-colored suit, a coffee-colored trench coat, and a snow-white neckline and cuffs with diamond-encrusted buttons, which shimmered with sparks.

He is a typical Caucasian man, with black sunglasses on the bridge of his straight nose, and his gold-like hair is neatly combed back and the roots are distinct.

This is more like a banker, or some other pampered nobleman.

Although he has a trench coat to hide his figure, his heroic posture and calm aura, everyone is very sure that this is an excellent martial arts master.

No one noticed when he was standing there, perhaps, he had been staring at the battle on the field for a long time.

It seems that he doesn't care about the life or death of the snake girl, and has always been indifferent.

Nobuo Yoshida increased his strength, and this time the wound cut deeper, and the pain obviously affected the snake woman's movements, and she let out a muffled beast-like howl.

The blonde man still looked indifferent, looking at everyone coldly.

Nobuo Yoshida resorted to a trick, grabbed the snake girl's two wrists, and very provocatively, threw her to the blonde man.

Like an ugly monitor lizard, the snake woman was prostrate on the waist of the blonde man, because she did not complete the task assigned by her master, she looked very self-reproachful, even a little frightened, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

The man lowered his hand, and her body trembled visibly as his fingers touched her cheek. She was scared.

However, there was no punishment, the blonde man just patted his pet cheek a few times. She shrank back in amusement, took a few steps back, and stood with the mercenaries.

"Hello everyone." The blonde man smiled slightly, his voice was extremely magnetic, full of the mature charm of a middle-aged man.

He speaks Japanese, and in Japanese waters, there's nothing wrong with speaking like that. He is fluent in Japanese, even with some Kyoto accents.

"Just to say hello?" Wei Qingyun asked the other party rhetorically.

The blonde man stretched out his arms and shrugged his shoulders, "Mr. Wei said with a smile, he originally planned to let Snake Ji bring things back, but now it seems that he can only give up." ”

"Sir doesn't look like someone who would give up easily."

"Give up? How could it be, since Mr. Wei, Young Master Sun, Mr. Yoshida, oh, and Mr. Kigoro over there, everyone is here, doesn't it mean that my efforts have begun to bear fruit? ”

It's such a nuisance, as if everyone was being toyed with and clapped.

"That gentleman should be optimistic, don't wait for the peaches to be picked first when they are ripe."

"Wow, if Mr. Wei came to steal the peaches, it would really make people sleep badly, by the way, everyone still doesn't know who I am, it seems unfair, you can call me Donald."

Lin Xiaohu hurriedly typed the name Donald into the major search engines, and uploaded the captured photos and searched at the same time.

The search result is "0".

Lin Xiaohu removed the photo again, only searched for characters, and the results were millions, and added colorful words such as drugs, murder, and gangsters, but the results were still not very ideal.

In Indonesia, a petty drug dealer named Donald was arrested while selling drugs to a cheap police detective.

The world's top male model, Donald H.J., announced that he was coming out.

It's just boring news like that.

It's pretty much the same on the dark web, where there aren't many search results, and even fewer are useful. It seems that it will take some effort to dig down this clue.

"You don't have to bother searching for this name, I promise it's real, but I'm an unknown person, so I don't attract much attention."

The blonde man, Donald seems to have seen through everything at the scene, and behind the helmets of Wei Qingyun and the others - Lin Xiaohu's eyes that are secretly peeping.

"The guy who pretends to be a ghost has been secretly visiting the details of the Yamamoto family?" Nobuo Yoshida asked angrily.

"You think so because the Yamamoto family has too many secrets, right?"

Donald didn't answer his question directly, and no one had seen him move since he stood there, not even the neatly combed hair, and there was not a single trace of messiness.

"Hehe, do you want something out of it? Now that you're showing up, why not be more open? ”

"I can't name anything like that, heck, or just admit it, it's not a glorious thing, but we've been played with by Mr. Yamamoto for most of our lives, and it wasn't until he died that we realized it."

"Hey, that old gentleman has been dead for decades, and when he died, you were still wrapped in a diaper."

"That's true, but, listening to our boss, this is the way it is, his old gentleman kept talking about it, saying that he was played by Takaichi Yamamoto, and he was toyed with."

"So, come to trouble the Yamamoto family? Want revenge? ”

"No, no, Mr. Yoshida, you misunderstood, we really just want to help find out the whereabouts of Miss Eko, so that we can build some friendship, and maybe we can establish a pleasant cooperation with the Yamamoto family."

"Hehe, Miss Eko's affairs are not bothering, if you don't come to fight, can you go? I'm not in the mood to blow the sea breeze with you here. Nobuo Yoshida expelled the other party directly.

The corners of Donald's mouth hung up, and he waved his hand helplessly: "Is the game over?" ”

"Mr. Donald, what a person who doesn't confess." Wei Qingyun commanded the other party's army, and listened to his tone, looking very sure.

"Mr. Wei, just finish the sentence, I am really not good at dealing with people."

"You want to see the people in the cave, right?" Wei Qingyun simply clicked, and then beckoned in that direction.

The seller, who had been hiding in the cave, finally came out slowly and came to Wei Qingyun to stand still.

Donald stared straight at him, as if he wanted to see through the seller's face.

This is a typical office IT man, with jeans, a light gray plaid shirt, a lanky, pale face, a pair of rimless glasses, and thin temples. It's a man in his thirties, but he still looks bookish, smuggling, and listless because of exhaustion.

This is an ordinary-looking man, most IT looks like this, no matter the appearance or temperament, there is nothing special about it.

Donald straightened his sunglasses and came to the crowd, the IT man's face showed a sense of professional fear, and his body was slightly rickety, although he was not really frightened to retreat, but mentally he was completely suppressed by the other party.

"Mr. Donald, I don't think I brought any money, what about five kilograms of gold?" Wei Qingyun joked and put his hand on the seller's shoulder to encourage him.

"Mr. Wei is really humorous, no wonder so many people like you."

The blonde man said, pinching his hand on the seller's face. His movements are natural, like two close friends greeting each other.

The IT man's eyes widened and he looked at the domineering man in front of him through the thick plastic lenses, which made him look even more frightened. He was shaking, his lips twitching slightly.

"Excuse me."

Donald was a little disappointed, and wiped his fingers on the clothes on the IT man's shoulders - the IT man's face was very oily, as if he hadn't washed his face after staying up all night.

"I'm sorry, I'll give this to you, buy yourself a dress, buy a few bottles of facial cleanser or something."

It's a gold coin.

Civilized countries all over the world have banned the circulation of physical money, and everyone pays all expenses with electronic money. Silver, gold, and diamonds were all the rage in the underworld.

Donald took it out of his arms, pinched it with his fingers, and put it in the other's shirt pocket.