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Robertson drove straight into a huge estate, turned left and right, skirted the wide lawns and sparkling pool, stopped in front of a tasteful three-story building, opened the car door, and walked in. Pushing open the door, inside is the elegantly decorated living room, a burst of piano music in style and brightness comes into the ears, a man in his fifties sits in front of the piano, beautiful music flowing from his fingertips.

Roberson had a respectful look on his face and sat down on the wide sofa without saying a word. The man, as if he had no idea that someone was coming, continued to play until the end of the song, turned around, and smiled, "Hey, young man, why don't you sulk here instead of enjoying this wonderful weekend?"

''Daddy, how about I come and have two drinks with you?'' Robertson laughed.

''Oh, dear Robertson, I prefer you to call me Mr. Bill. The man said happily, took a bottle of red wine and two glasses from the wine cabinet next to him, sat down on the sofa, poured half a glass of red wine, and took one with Robertson.

''Cheers. The two touched each other, and Bill only took a shallow sip, but Roberson drank it all and immediately poured himself another glass.

''Oh, young man, it doesn't look like he's in a good mood, is it a broken love?''' Bill quipped.

''Oh, Mr. Bill, if you're beaten up, you're in a bad mood, too.'' Robertson shrugged.

''Won't you just beat him back?'' Bill said nonchalantly.

"Hey, Mr. Bill, that guy knows Chinese kung fu, and the five of us are one against him, but they are killed by the other party in seconds, and they don't even have room to fight back.'" Robertson cursed, tilted his head, and poured another glass of wine.

''Don't worry, things will always work out.'' Bill's face sank thoughtfully, and his eyes showed a gloomy coldness.

Bill, a fifty-three-year-old who works for a secret organization, is top-secret and powerful, and when he listens to his son's words, he is instantly enraged and angry. Two hours later, Bill appeared in a high-end private club, and a scantily clad girl clinged to him, leading him all the way to a luxurious box, and soon two more personable middle-aged men came one after another, and the sexy and coquettish girl was politely invited out.

With soft music flowing through the room, and the smell of alcohol and perfume in the air, who would have thought that a great conspiracy would be launched in such an environment.

''Dear Bill, my old friend, thank you so much for having me, it was a great weekend. A tall, fat man laughed.

''COME, ON, guys, let's have fun, cheers. ''Another Svenven man said.

The three of them raised their glasses at the same time, and Bill took a light sip and said, "Guys, how about we talk about Chinese kung fu today?"

''Good idea, Chinese Kung Fu is great, I like it. ''Sven Man said.

''Yes, Andrews, I have seen the real Chinese Kung Fu many times, Shaolin, Wudang, Kunlun, Emei, Diancang, Huashan, Hengshan, etc., etc., they all have their own tricks, very magical. The fat man laughed.

Bill looked at the two of them seriously and said in a deep voice, "Andrews, Alexander, you are right, they are indeed great, but, because they are so good, we must find a way to contain them. ‘’

''Why?'' Andrews and Alexander looked at Bill in amazement.

Today, Robertson and his four teammates were dealing with a diminutive Chinese at the same time, but they had no power to resist. Bill said with a frown.

''Oh, I'm sad about Robertson's thing. Alexander shrugged.

''I think, in the United States, in New York, I can't accept the fact that the capabilities of the Chinese are superior to the Americans, and we must deal with them and maintain the strong position of the Americans. Bill said coldly.

''But, dear Bill, as far as I know, there are many people who know Chinese kung fu, and I'm afraid there is nothing we can do about it.'' Alexander said, looking at Bill's grim eyes, he also became serious.

"Guys, having said that, this is not fair to these Chinese who know kung fu. Andrews said noncommittally.

''Andrews, I'm not doing this for my son, but for the balance of the whole society, I don't mind letting some Chinese who know kung fu exist, but most of them should disappear.'' Bill said solemnly.

''Oh, no, dear Bill, the United States is a democracy, equality and freedom are at the heart of it, frankly, I don't approve of that, and besides, no matter how good Chinese kung fu is, it can't compare to guns, old man, you can rest assured, it's not that serious.'" Andrews shook his head.

''You're wrong, Andrews, you may not even have a chance to draw a gun in front of martial arts masters, they have incredible abilities. Bill said coldly with a serious face, "Think about it, do you think it's normal for us Americans to be submissive in front of them, while they show off their might? I must take action to make the Americans regain their self-confidence and regain their position as the strongest." ‘’

Alexander and Andrews looked at each other, both lost in thought, and quietly took a sip of wine, and Alexander said slowly, "What do you want to do, Bill, kill them, or arrest them?"

Bill smiled suddenly, and said, "No, as we all know, they are incredibly capable, and there are many of them, and if we act rashly, and if we don't say whether we succeed or not, we will definitely cause a big uproar, and if they don't make a good scene, it will lead to protests from their government, and it will lead to diplomatic incidents." ‘’

''Do you have a better way?'' Alexander's eyes lit up and he looked at Bill expectantly.

Bill showed a fox-like sly smile, nodded, and said, "Of course, I know the Chinese very well, and I know these pretentious martial arts masters even better, they are not united with each other, like a plate of scattered sand, the relationship between various gangs and sects is very delicate, no one obeys anyone, and even saber rattling, we only need to provoke their sensitive relationship a little, it will ignite their anger, and from then on, it will be out of control, and when they are almost in trouble, we will bring them to justice for the crime of disturbing social order." ‘’

Looking at Bill's smug smile, Andrews and Alexander faintly felt a chill in their backs, they knew that this would inevitably set off a bloody storm among the Chinese Jianghu people in the United States, and they didn't know how many people would die in this conspiracy, and New York might also be in turmoil.

''Bill, this is crazy, and Chief Hunt may not agree to your plan. Andrews said disapprovingly.

''Maybe, Bill, we can keep things under control and not get out of hand.'' Alexander said hesitantly.

Bill's face slowly became hideous, his eyes were as cold as a blade, and he said, "********, you must not tolerate people like them, let the storm come more violently." Also, I'd love to know who is better than the masters of Jiu-Jitsu, Karate, Muay Thai, and Taekwondo in Brazil, Japan, Thailand, and South Korea, compared to Chinese Kung Fu. ‘’

Andrews gasped, he knew that Bill didn't mean to create an opportunity for Chinese kung fu to compete with other countries' martial arts, but to let them fight each other to the death, and muttered, "Bill, are you crazy? Do you know how serious the consequences of this are? No, I don't agree with you doing this." ‘’

Bill was silent for a moment, then said, "Alexander, what do you mean?"

Alexander thought about it sideways, took a slow sip of wine, and said slowly, "I'm just emphasizing that our target is those pretentious martial arts masters, not ordinary people. ‘’

Bill was satisfied with Alexander's answer, looked at Andrews, and said, "Andrews, we have been friends for more than twenty years, and I need your support. ‘’

''I'm sorry, old man, but I'll talk about that later, I have to go back and rest.'' Andrews stood up and walked outside.

''Slow. Bill stared at Andrews and said slowly, "If you walk out of this room like this, I can guarantee you'll spend the rest of your life in prison." ‘’

''You threaten me?'' Andrews turned around and looked at Bill angrily, his fists clenched, his face flushed.

''You and I have done enough to stay in prison for three hundred years.'' Bill said slowly, taking a sip of his wine.

Andrews glared at Bill, trembling with anger and breathing heavily, and after a while, he suddenly let out a long sigh, his face cursed, and said, "Well, Bill, you win." ‘’