At the door of the splendid nightclub, a Chinese man in a suit walked out of the limousine surrounded by a group of younger brothers, and when he appeared, the younger brother at the door of the nightclub immediately walked up:

"Welcome, Mr. Huang, but please leave your weapon here for inspection."

"I know the rules." The man known as Mr. Huang smiled and took out two pistols and put them on the plate, then opened his arms and let the metal detector sweep over his body.

After passing through security, Mr. Huang was led by a waiter into a private room where only four people sat around a round table in a large box that was supposed to be used for entertainment.

Seeing Mr. Huang coming, a tall blonde Caucasian man with tattoos on his body raised his hand and glanced at his watch, and then said in a somewhat yin and yang tone: "Yo, Mr. Huang, you are really 'punctual'!" ”

"If you're coming to me to discuss this kind of thing, then don't do it." Mr. Huang replied blandly, and sat casually on the vacant seat.

"So let's get straight to the point." The woman with obvious brown characteristics interrupted the gunpowder-filled remarks and said directly:

"My yard was swept away, and it was two Yanguo people who did it, do you know the origin?"

"Oh?" Mr. Huang looked interested, and it was impossible to tell whether he was in disguise or if he really didn't know anything.

His eyes swept over the other people, and he said with a smile:

"What about you? To give Ms. Vida a platform? ”

"Don't play dumb! Huang Zhicheng! The white man, who was as strong as a bear, slammed on the table, glared at Mr. Huang with fiery eyes, and said:

"The few Yanguo people who have been making trouble in the past few days, I don't believe you really don't know anything about it!"

"So what?" When Mr. Huang heard this, his demeanor became more and more relaxed, and he even put his feet directly on the table, and a pair of eyes that seemed to reveal a cold glow swept over several people:

"Your first day in Pradamia?"

"Huang, you're breaking the rules!" The white lady who looked to be in her forties and had never spoken suddenly opened her mouth, but Mr. Huang laughed and said with an arrogant face:

"Rules? Madame Sicily, are you old and confused? When did Pradamia have that kind of thing? How much ability to occupy how much space, out of the river dragon, then fight, if you can't beat, just give way, this is the rule here! ”

"Can I see this as a declaration of war?" The bear-like man stood up, his muscles squirming in an uncomfortable way, cracks spreading from the tiles beneath his feet.

"Huh." Seeing Baikal's gesture, Mr. Huang's smile became more and more arrogant, he removed his feet from the table, got up and looked at Baikal and said:

"You and I know where the balance in Pradamia comes from, as for the declaration of war...... Even a few imps who don't know where they came from can't be even, and you actually told me to declare war? My territory is there, if you have the guts, come and try it! ”

After speaking, Mr. Huang did not have the slightest intention of stopping, and walked towards the door with an unsuspecting look, and the two younger brothers immediately followed him, until the box door was closed again, and the room was calm again.

"I just said it was useless to look for him." Baikal's momentum gradually calmed down, and his tone was unexpectedly calm, but Mrs. Sicily lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then spit out a smoke ring and said:

"At least it shows that the ones who made trouble this time have nothing to do with the triad."

……

"Brother Huang......" walked out of the nightclub, and the little brothers who stayed outside immediately hugged him, Huang Zhicheng raised his hand to signal the little brothers to be quiet, and said with a serious expression:

"Let the people below check the new villagers nearby, this time things don't taste right, I'm afraid it's not as simple as crossing the river."

……

Back in Chinatown, Mr. Wong went to his office and pulled out a satellite phone to dial a number.

"July 17."

"June 19."

The two ends of the phone tell each other a date, and then normal communication begins.

"Why did you call back all of a sudden?" There was a question on the other end of the phone, and Mr. Huang leaned back in his chair and said:

"A group of people have recently come to Pradamia, the strength is very strong, the five major forces are the only ones who have not been attacked, according to the current intelligence, the number should be three to eight people, all of them are of the yellow race, all under the age of forty, the strength is very strong, one person can sweep the bar under the name of the Tavern of Fort Saint, the staff there are all Usasians."

"This kind of strength shouldn't be a folk master, I'll check it for you." The tone on the other end of the line immediately became serious, and after a brief silence, it rang again:

"Recently, there have been no overseas missions dispatched by any sub-bureaus, at least none of the masters on the register have left the country."

"So, maybe it's the target this time?" Huang Zhicheng's eyes narrowed, his sitting posture became more upright, and the other end of the call replied negatively:

"The characteristics of the target are very obvious, but we can't rule out all possibilities."

"Got it, I'll follow up."

……

The door of the investigation team's office suddenly knocked on the door of the General Bureau of Strange Countermeasures, and the team leader who was reviewing the documents stopped the pen in his hand and covered the documents with a document bag before he spoke:

"Come in."

When the team member at the door heard this, he immediately pushed the door in, and after turning around and closing the door, he spoke:

"Team leader, there is new news from Lao Huang's side just now."

"Huh?" The team leader raised his eyebrows, "The target of those Dongguo monsters has been found?" ”

"Not yet." The team members shook their heads and said:

"Lao Huang said that there has been an extra Asian force in Pradamia recently, with only 3 to 8 people, and it can easily fight against the Ursatians who are blessed with strange stories."

"Doesn't sound like the guys we're chasing." The team leader frowned slightly, thought for a while, and then continued:

"What's the latest news in Pradamia? Why are all the cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods running over there? ”

"No, but according to the news of [the shrine], another group of suspected Colombian regular troops have recently entered Siam, and according to the route of travel, the target should be the more difficult." The team members recalled the recent information and then reported it.

"This seems to be the third batch, right? Is there any recent action in the Harder way? The leader's brows furrowed even tighter, and the team members nodded in response:

"There is no sign of any armed conflict, and if I have to say, there has been a lot of talk about the head-lowering technique in Siam and Yonan recently, but there is no sign of success yet."

"That's interesting...... "The leader's brows gradually calmed down, and then he said:

"Let Lao Huang investigate the Colombian forces in Pradamia and see if he can find traces of these groups of soldiers."