After two days and two nights of sailing, submarine 633 finally reached the coast of Geelong.

This time, Lin Dong did not stay in Australia for long, and even Zhao Guoliang did not know that he had returned.

After resting for a few hours, Lin Dong boarded an international flight from Sydney to Jakarta.

In the 1990s, there weren't many flights from Australia to Indonesia, so it wasn't until 3 p.m. that I finally boarded the only passenger plane of the day.

Fortunately, this Qantas flight was a direct flight, with no need for transfers.

We arrived in Jakarta at 8:30 p.m.

Night fell, and the sky was just right.

The Dragon's Roar nightclub in Jakarta has just opened its doors to customers.

The more than five hours of flying did not leave Lin Dong feeling tired at all.

It only took Lin Dong two minutes to get from the airport to downtown Jakarta.

Once inside the city, he hailed a taxi at random. As soon as he mentioned the name of the Dragon Roar Nightclub, the driver immediately looked at him with newfound respect.

Because in this city with a population of nearly ten million, in recent months, the Dragon Cry Nightclub, under the Dragon Gang, has become a household name, spreading throughout the streets and alleys.

One reason, of course, is that Lin Dong's fame has recently soared.

On the other hand, the Jakarta Dragon Gang, based in Jakarta, clashed with several local gangs several times.

Every time, they achieved a complete victory.

Finally, no one in the underworld dared to easily cause trouble for the nightclub anymore.

The Dragon Gang had certainly made a name for themselves in Indonesia's capital.

The reason why Longyin became so famous in such a short time is actually another reason, which is its high cost.

A night in Longyin would cost at least several million Indian guilders (2360 Indian guilders to 1 US dollar).

Moreover, even if you have money, you simply can't book a decent private room without certain connections or influence.

There's an unreliable rumor circulating locally:

If an ordinary person wants to get rich, they only need to glance at the entrance of Longyin a few times, and they will have a great chance of getting lucky and wealthy.

Those who frequent nightclubs are all powerful figures with millions in assets or great power.

At this time, Indonesia's total population had reached 200 million, of which at least half were low-income, and more than 20 million lived below the poverty line.

70% of the country's wealth is in the hands of Chinese people.

The number of Chinese living here is just over 10 million.

When a country's economic lifeline is controlled by a small number of foreign ethnic groups, enormous social conflicts arise.

The conflict between the elite and the lower classes was just waiting for a catalyst to erupt.

The driver who took Lin Dong to the nightclub was a Javanese man in his thirties who spoke Mandarin.

He had worked in Jakarta for many years, always in the taxi industry, so he was naturally very familiar with all sorts of underworld gossip.

So, on the way to the Dragon's Roar Nightclub, the driver started talking non-stop.

He spoke fluently and eloquently.

They wanted to tell everything they knew to the strangers on the bus.

A 20-minute drive took him a full 30 minutes.

When he got out of the car, Lin Dong generously took out $100 and tossed it to the overly enthusiastic driver.

The driver took the money, paused for a moment, then was overjoyed.

Clutching the unexpected windfall tightly, he faced the neon signs of nightclubs outside the car window, his voice trembling as he muttered to himself:

"This is indeed a place where you can get lucky and become wealthy. I'm going to be rich tonight!"

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9 p.m.

The area between Istiklal Street and Chinatown in downtown Jakarta is a very bustling street.

The hottest nightclub in recent months, Longyin Nightclub, is located here.

At night, this place is always brightly lit and bustling with activity.

Loud voices and music kept coming from inside the gate.

On both sides of the entrance, all kinds of luxury cars were parked.

Every now and then, well-dressed men and women would get out of the car and walk into the nightclub together.

The entrance passage, constructed from hundreds of pieces of white marble, sparkles brilliantly under the dim lights.

Twenty burly thugs dressed in black stood in two rows.

Judging from the murderous aura emanating from these people, they must have had a lot of blood on their hands.

Tonight, Lao Niu felt both excited and somewhat uneasy.

Boss Lin is almost here, but there's still no sign of him at this hour.

He wasn't worried about Lin Dong's safety; he just couldn't sit still in his office on the third floor tonight for some reason.

Every few minutes, the anxious Ren Feifei would ask:

"Why hasn't Dong-ge arrived yet?"

His nervous yet adorable expression made Mo Huan, who was standing next to him, keep chuckling.

Although Lao Niu was also anxious, he was a grown man and couldn't show his feelings too much.

With no other option, he had to go outside for some fresh air.

"Hello, Brother Niu!"

A muscular man standing by the door leaned over and greeted them loudly.

Old Niu looked and realized it was Fei Fei's bodyguard, A Fu.

"Brother Niu, what brings you out here?" Afu continued to ask. "You didn't come out because you saw how hard the brothers were working, so you're here to guard the gate with them?"

"Hahaha..." The surrounding guards burst into laughter. "Thank you, Brother Niu! Brother Niu is awesome!"

Old Niu brushed aside Afu's dark face: "Get out of here! Why aren't you on the third floor? What are you doing here? Don't you have any work to do?"

Ah Fu grinned and said, "Brother Niu, I just came out for some fresh air. Xiao Qiu is upstairs watching over us, so it's no problem, hehe..."

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