Before the thick fog dissipated, a group of people walked towards Lin Dong.

Lin Dong stopped.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Lin Dong?"

The leader quickened his pace upon seeing Lin Dong, speaking with a standard London accent.

This man was tall, blond, and blue-eyed, and appeared to be in his fifties.

With the enhanced wings, Lin Dong's learning ability is extraordinary. He can master most of any language after just one reading.

English is the easiest language to understand.

Therefore, he could understand what the old man in front of him was saying.

So these people weren't here to intercept me?

"Who are you? The Prime Minister?"

Lin Dong spoke in English, his black and gold eyes also busy scanning the man, revealing his personal information at a glance.

Looking at Lin Dong's young face, Prime Minister John Jack felt a mix of emotions. He never imagined that the once mighty British Empire on Earth would submit to a gangster.

Centuries of glory, shattered into pieces...

"Indeed, I am John Jack, the current Prime Minister of the United Kingdom of New York."

John Jack spoke politely, extending his right hand:

"Welcome, Mr. Lin, to 10 Downing Street!"

Lin Dong smiled slightly and shook hands with him: "You're too kind, Prime Minister. Please lead the way."

Prime Minister John stepped aside: "Yes, Mr. Lin, please!"

“These are my colleagues, Mr. Lin. Let’s go inside and talk.”

"Not bad, not bad, haha..." Lin Dong laughed and stepped through the crowd.

Dozens of eyes turned to him, their gazes filled with extremely complex emotions.

Some were curious, some were amazed, some were shocked, and of course, most felt resentment and humiliation.

The prime minister of a great nation actually led a group of high-ranking officials 300 meters out of their homes today to personally greet an ordinary citizen with no official position.

Moreover, strictly speaking, this person is also a common enemy of their Western countries.

The British Empire, on which the sun never sets, has suffered the ultimate humiliation.

But now the situation is beyond our control.

The Queen and the Prime Minister have already decided to make concessions and seek peace, so even if these people are dissatisfied, they dare not show it.

Most importantly, they are human beings too, and they are also afraid of death.

Lin Laoda's reputation as a bloodthirsty demon is deeply ingrained in Europe.

If neither the United States nor France can afford to offend someone, who would dare to provoke them?

......

The prime minister led the way, accompanied by dozens of high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

There were also hundreds of special forces and special agents guarding the area.

This was the first time Lin Dong had ever experienced such a magnificent scene.

Thinking back to his impoverished past life, and then thinking back to a little over a year ago when he was just an unknown gangster.

Lin Dong couldn't help but sigh.

The wheel of fate is truly wondrous!

Entering the Prime Minister's residence through an unassuming black wooden door reveals a surprisingly spacious and secluded interior.

10 Downing Street does not refer to a single building, but rather the main building is connected to several adjacent buildings.

Prime Minister's office, meeting rooms, study, dining room, library, multi-functional lounge, VIP reception area, etc...

It resembles a huge official clubhouse.

The group arrived at Reception Hall No. 1, which is specially used to receive heads of state from various countries. Tea, refreshments, and fresh fruit had already been prepared.

The host and guests took their seats.

Lin Dong sat to the left of Prime Minister John.

This position was previously reserved for the head of state.

His status was so high that he was the leader of a gang, equivalent to a country.

Lin Dong understood why Downing Street had put on such a grand reception ceremony today.

The group's intention was simply to avoid offending him outright, while still expressing some kind of dissatisfaction to the United States.

After all, the Americans who always send their underlings to the front lines and use others as pawns aren't exactly saints.

Queen Elizabeth was no fool; she was well aware of the messy affairs between Western countries.

"Mr. Lin, how about you try this brew of Longjing tea? I don't know much about tea, but I really enjoyed it after drinking it."

Prime Minister John picked up the porcelain cup on the table, his face full of smiles.

"Sure, I'll give it a try."

Lin Dong picked up his cup, took a sip, and smiled slightly.

That's it? This tea is good, but it's not considered top-grade in China.

He inwardly scoffed, but outwardly remained calm: "Your Excellency, the tea is excellent, clear yet not pungent, and the water temperature is just right."

"We Chinese have a saying: 'Recognize success and failure, know when to advance and retreat, and be mindful of life and death.' I wonder if Your Excellency agrees?"

"Mr. Lin, I've never heard of this before. Could you please explain?"

"The meaning of this sentence is very simple: as a person, you must know how to discern the situation and weigh the gains and losses, so as not to bring about your own destruction."

Prime Minister John blushed, realizing that Lin Dong was deliberately implying something about him, but he dared not refute it.

"Fools like the Gallic Kingdom are a typical negative example, understand?"

John nodded in agreement, his face turning even redder, and he stammered, "Mr. Lin is right. This time, our John Bull Kingdom is here with the utmost sincerity to make friends with you."

"It's good to be sincere, haha... but I wonder how deep your sincerity is?"

Lin Dong smiled broadly, completely ignoring the awkward and helpless atmosphere around him.

"Mr. Lin, we plan to return all the cultural relics that were lost from China to our country, including those in museums and those in private collections."

John sat up straight and said solemnly:

"The museum's collection has been categorized and counted, and we are arranging for people to organize and file it. Collecting private collections is more troublesome and may take some time."

"I will have Culture Minister Schnock follow up on the specific return procedures."

"Shunok, come here and tell Mr. Lin about the details of the Chinese collection."

"Okay." Below the Prime Minister sat a lean old man, who habitually adjusted his glasses and leaned forward towards Lin Dong.

"Dear Mr. Lin, please allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Shunok, and I am the Minister of Culture in charge of cultural relics."

"First of all, on behalf of our ancestors, I apologize for their thieving acts of invading China and plundering your country's cultural relics."

"Since receiving orders from Her Majesty the Queen and the Prime Minister, I have conducted a thorough investigation of our country's museum collections over the past two days."

"The total number of cultural relics from China is 1,375,672 pieces. The detailed list is as follows."

After saying that, Schnock took out a thick ledger from his black briefcase.

Judging from its appearance, it's even thicker than the Oxford Dictionary.

The translator next to him came over and tried to take the notebook and hand it to Lin Dong.

Shunok waved his hand, stood up, and walked towards Lin Dong with the heavy ledger in his hands.

Today, he needs to personally hand over this bloody and tearful account containing centuries of history of aggression to Lin Dong.

They, the British, owe more than just a simple apology.

“Mr. Lin Dong, now that the items are returned to their rightful owner, we are handing them over to you.”

"The items have been inventoried and are now in the British Museum. You can pick them up at any time."