The overseers ran out of the room and saw several black Rolls-Royce cars slowly parked at the gate.

The door opened, and a group of burly men wearing long black trench coats and black hats stood beside the car, and a person stepped down from the middle car.

This man has long hair combed back and long cheeks, an extremely cold temperament, and wears a slim black suit with plush hair, and is none other than the actual ruler of the Clay Brotherhood, Reginald Clay.

He didn't bring many people with him today, but it could be seen that all of them were the most elite and powerful characters, and their waists were generally bulging, and it was obvious that all of them were equipped with thermal weapons.

George trotted all the way up to meet him, and said with a smile on his face, "Mr. Reginald, you ...... How did you get here? ”

Reginald glanced at him coldly and said, "What, can't I come?" Or do I need your permission before I come? ”

George touched his nose, and the embarrassed look on his face flashed, and he didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction, so he hurriedly laughed and said, "Don't dare, Mr. Reginald, I'll go and inform the ...... of the sir."

George was still about to be courteous, but Reginald raised his hand to stop him, and shouted in the direction of the Chinese workers:

"Bruce Chow is not there? I'm Reginald Clay, I came to negotiate with you as you asked, rest assured, as long as you don't hurt my brother, I'll go in and talk to you alone, but if you break your promise...... None of the people here today want to get out alive, I will do what I say. ”

Hearing Reginald's words, George's heart trembled.

No one can get out alive...... Does that include us?

At this time, Zhou Yuyun walked to Reginald with a smile on his face and stopped at a distance of about ten meters.

Behind him, Lu Xiucai, Wu Xiaolong, Hong Agui, Mu Dezhu and other C13 backbones were also all present.

They didn't have weapons in their hands, they just stood there casually, but it was unknown if anyone in the shadows was aiming their guns at the enemy.

"I'm Bruce Chow, Mr. Reginald Clay, let's talk inside, rest assured, your brother is receiving our warm and comprehensive service, and he has not been hurt except for a little friction last night because of a misunderstanding, please."

Reginald whispered something to the people around him expressionlessly, and he really walked towards the Chinese labor camp alone, which also made Zhou Yu secretly praise in his heart.

"Sure enough...... As the de facto controller of the Clay Brotherhood, this Clay brother is more like a leader, more calm and courageous than his younger brother. ”

Thinking of this, Zhou Yu smiled and said: "There is a saying in our hometown, everyone who calls is a guest." ”

Zhou Yu leaned out his left hand slightly sideways, and walked side by side with Reginald to the overseer's lounge on the side of the road, which frightened George and the other overseers a lot, and hurriedly dispersed from the surroundings.

The two walked into the lounge and sat on two sofas placed opposite each other, while at the same time, the dog baby Zhou Zhen and Liu Banxian quickly cleaned up the sundries on the coffee table in front of them.

"Mr. Reginald Clay, coffee or tea?" Zhou Yu asked with a smile.

"Give me a cup of coffee, thank you."

Reginald shook his index finger with the metal ring, and thanked Zhou Zhen when he was ready, making the latter slightly stunned.

Zhou Yu asked them to go down to prepare coffee, while he clasped his hands, leaned back slightly, and didn't speak, just staring directly at Reginald Clay opposite.

Reginald leaned forward, his arms propped on his knees, and he didn't open his mouth, staring directly at Zhou Yu opposite.

One of the two had a gloomy and serious expression, and the other was light and breezy, so they looked at each other silently, and they didn't say a word when Zhou Zhen clumsily brewed coffee and brought it to the two.

This is a silent contest, there is no need for verbal battles between the two, and they have virtually raised the strength of the other party to a more fair level in their hearts.

When Zhou Zhen put the coffee in front of Reginald, the latter shifted his gaze and said "thank you" again.

Zhou Zhen was stunned again, and then exited the room with Liu Banxian under Zhou Yu's eyes, and closed the door casually.

There was a long silence in the room again, and Reginald did not continue to make eye contact with Zhou Yu as he had just done, he picked up the pure white porcelain coffee cup in front of him, blew it a few times, and took a small sip.

His lips twitched, he put the coffee cup down, and finally spoke: "The level of coffee brewing by your people needs to be improved, and the quality of this coffee bean is also a little too poor." ”

Zhou Yu chuckled, picked up the larger cup in front of him and took a sip, smashing it.

"Yes, but it's excusable, this is a Chinese camp and not a royal banquet, and the coffee we have access to is extremely limited, certainly not as good as the one that Mr. Reginald Clay usually drinks, but this is also the best thing we can come up with."

Reginald's expression softened slightly, and he looked Zhou Yu up and down again, trying to see what the other party was about.

Even if his younger brother acted impulsively and hot-tempered, there were definitely not many people who could completely suppress him, not to mention that this was still in the East End, which was the home of their Clay Brotherhood.

"I've heard that you and your men are survivors of the Battle of the Somme."

Zhou Yu was not surprised that the other party could tell their origins, after all, it was not a secret.

"Yes, my people and I died on the Somme and Verdun, and we finally came here, but the people here don't seem to welcome us very much."

Reginald reached out and rubbed the emerald ring on the middle finger of his left hand, and after a moment of silence, he spoke, "What do you want?" ”

"What we wanted was very simple, and it was easy for Mr. Clay to do...... We just want to survive, to survive with dignity. ”

"Survival? What does it mean to live with dignity? ”

Zhou Yu leaned forward slightly, stretched out three fingers, and he bent one of them and said, "First, our lives are no longer threatened. ”

He flexed his second finger and continued, "Second, the remuneration of Chinese workers should be the same as that of local workers. ”

After he finished speaking, he immediately flexed his third finger, "Third, we must have the right to be able to trade and leisure freely on the streets, after all, we are human beings, and further speaking, we are allies, not war criminals locked up in concentration camps." ”

Reginald's pale blue eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Zhou Yu with a little puzzlement, and replied after a while.

"It seems that you should not ask me for these demands, but for the high-level departments that manage you."