A down-and-out middle-aged man unexpectedly reincarnates back to 28 years ago. He encounters a shocking heist and activates the "Black Gold System".
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"There's something in the wine..." Before Chen Jiuzhi, the leader of the Kowloon Gang, could finish speaking, his entire face was already smashed into the shark fin soup.
"Damn it, I was careless..." Before 13K leader Broken Tooth Koi collapsed, he cursed angrily.
He came from Australia this time hoping to learn more about Lin Dong before deciding what to do next.
He had tried to keep a low profile tonight, but he still fell for it.
What exactly does Lin Dong want to do?
Did they set up a trap to wipe out all the triads in Hong Kong and Macau?
But something's not right.
How come even Zhang Ziqiang and Ye Zhihuan from the Dragon Gang have fallen?
And then there's Lin Dong, whose body is also swaying precariously.
In an instant, the banquet hall was filled with the sounds of people collapsing one after another, more than three hundred bodies going limp like mahjong tiles being overturned.
Lin Dong pretended to stumble, bracing his lower back against the edge of a dining table, and secretly pressed the emergency button under the table.
The crystal chandelier suddenly went out.
The moment the emergency lights came on, 13 dark figures leaped down from several large ventilation openings.
They wore night-vision goggles, and the breathing valves of their gas masks opened and closed repeatedly in the eerie green light.
The leader was a wiry man who gripped a long, narrow, gray-black pistol tightly in his hand.
He was wearing a gray bodysuit, and the gray fox badge on his chest flashed with a cold light.
Thirteen figures swiftly stepped over the bodies scattered on the ground and approached Lin Dong, who had collapsed to the ground.
"Target confirmed."
The leader, Gray Fox, pressed his headset, his American English tinged with electronic noise:
“Perform the cleaning procedure.”
"Yes!" A group of figures surrounded Lin Dong, forming a standard tactical formation three meters around him.
Lin Dong held his breath, feeling a cold gun barrel pressed against the left side of his heart.
Through his seemingly closed eyelids, he saw the Gray Fox captain approaching him, gun pointed at his left chest.
"The CIA's top special operations team, Grey Fox?" Lin Dong suddenly asked.
The squad leader, "Grey Fox," who was about to fire, was startled and instinctively pulled the trigger.
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