"The matter is settled, boss, but... there are many reporters following us on the way."
"It doesn't matter, let them film. Our goal is to instill fear in them."
"Boss is awesome!"
"Stop joking, there are a few Italian troops stationed outside the manor, I hope they haven't come looking for trouble."
"Boss, I'd love to, but the question is, do they dare?"
"You warmonger!" Lin Dong spat and cursed, glancing at the depths of the vineyard in the darkness. "I'm taking off in an hour. Send someone to prepare, and have the crew board the plane first."
"Roger that! Um... Boss, where are you planning to go this time? Have you taken care of the Apennine Peninsula already?"
"Of course, the destination this time is Paris."
"Paris?" Lanso was excited, his trench coat flaring as he sat in the chair, eager to get started. "Boss, Paris is my favorite place, hehe... want to come along?"
Lin Dong looked at the strangely pulsating trench coat in front of him and almost couldn't resist kicking it down, saying with disgust:
"Hurry up and get ready. Once I arrive in Paris, you several hundred people will travel there in batches by speedboat."
"Oh, right, tell Paris to fill up all the ammunition depots."
"Yes, boss, I'm off!" The black trench coat bounced up as he left the wooden chair and quickly floated out the door.
Seeing this, Lin Dong kicked the departing trench coat and said, "Damn it, it runs faster than a rabbit when it hears there's a battle!"
There's still an hour before the plane takes off.
Tonight, I was so busy drinking with those Italians that I barely ate any food.
After more than an hour of sailing at sea, I found myself getting hungry again.
Yes, when you're in a foreign land, it's always the food from home that truly suits your taste.
Lin Dong thought for a moment, then decisively took out a large pile of still-steaming items from his system space:
A plate of Sichuan peppercorn chicken, a dish of stir-fried snails with chili and perilla, a pot of sizzling reservoir fish head stew, a dish of water spinach with shredded peppers and fermented bean curd, a bowl of white rice, and two cans of ice-cold cola...
They buried themselves in their food.
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