I'm fine, but you're in trouble.
This guy is actually on Gem Island.
"If I die, who will play with you? Won't you be lonely?"
"It seems you have a skilled protector hidden in the shadows."
Is that what he thinks? It seems like in their eyes I'm just a weakling who can't fight?
It seems pretty good.
"I didn't expect that even though you didn't bring a gun, I still couldn't kill you."
Oh? Looks like they know I'm a good shot.
"Come on! I'm on Gem Island. If you come, I'll treat you to the most expensive bottle of red wine."
He hung up the video call as soon as he finished speaking.
In other words, he still had ways to deal with me halfway through the journey?
Now that I'm out, he probably won't know where I am, so all that's left is to take a plane to Gem Island.
Is he going to blow up the plane?
Does he dare?
But several members are coming. These people are all rich and powerful. Killing even one of them would be a huge disaster. How could he dare to kill so many?
But he's a madman, what can't he do?
Wait a minute! What if he thinks the same way I do?
If I'm worried he'll blow up the plane, I'll try to find other ways to get to Gem Island.
Besides airplanes, there are only ships left.
It seems more convenient to do things at sea!
That's highly likely, otherwise he wouldn't have said that in the end.
I contacted the Gem Island authorities, and they did indeed arrange for me to stay at the Montpellier Hotel.
I also received news that the people they went to pick up at the airport were knocked unconscious in the toilet.
Gem Island is sending people to investigate.
What's the point of investigating? I've already killed them all.
I told them I was going to the hotel and then hung up the phone.
When I arrived at the hotel, the people from the Gem Guild were already waiting for me and arranged a luxury suite for me.
He told me that I would be staying here for two days, and that all expenses would be covered by the Gem Guild.
They get free food and lodging, and there are even two bodyguards standing guard for them.
I know those are just for show; they can't defend against truly skilled assassins.
It's better than nothing, I suppose!
I didn't pack much. I just put my suitcase in the room and went out to the restaurant with the two bodyguards.
At the same time, I also saw another big fat man with bodyguards.
The bodyguards of the Gem Guild all wore the same style of suit. I looked at him, and the fat man looked at me too.
I nodded and then sat down at a table.
I ordered a steak, a foie gras, and a bottle of red wine.
This contrasts sharply with the mountain of food piled up on the fat man's table.
Even if it's free, you can't eat like this! It's like you haven't eaten in ages.
The fat man wiped his greasy mouth, picked up his wine glass, and came to my table:
"This must be Mr. Zheng."
"Oh? You know me?"
I used the same way he did.
The fat man was taken aback: "I didn't expect Mr. Zheng's pronunciation to be so authentic."
"You flatter me, sir. May I ask who you are...?"
I had to be careful when someone came up to me like that.
“My name is Wocote, and I specialize in the rare metals business.”
"Nice to meet you!" Could it be that he's the one who sold Qin Qingyan's materials?
At this moment, Wockett leaned closer to me: "Mr. Zheng, have you encountered any danger on your journey?"
Um?
What does Mr. Walcott mean?
Walcott rolled up his sleeve, revealing a long scar, stitched up like a centipede.
"That was done by that bastard Dyson."
"oh?"
How could I possibly run into my enemy's enemy?
"I got the formula for a material first, and this guy tried to force me to buy it. Of course I refused, and then..."
Walcott pointed to his scar: "I almost died."
Um... it's far from the vital organs! It might hurt terribly though.
"I heard you've started deploying missiles?"
He heard about this?
"He used a missile on me, I just returned the missile to him."
Wocote gave me a thumbs up: "Awesome! I know you Chinese have a saying: 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.'"
"So we're friends now, right? I'm a native-born Malaysian. Now that you're here, you're on my turf, so I have to make sure you're well taken care of, don't I?"
Isn't this a bit too enthusiastic?
I was still debating whether to choose another way to get to the island, and they sent me one from the local country?
Then I'll play along!
"Mr. Walcott, you're too kind."
"This is too kind of you. I would also like to be friends with Mr. Zheng. Unless Mr. Zheng looks down on me."
"How could that be?"
"Ha...that's good!" Walcott immediately put his arm around my shoulder: "After we finish eating, I'll take you out for a good time."
Since we're going to play along, we should go out with him and see what tricks he's up to.
At the same time, I was also looking for an opportunity to hypnotize him to see if this Walcott was actually sent by Dyson.
I originally wanted to see the famous local tourist attractions, but he took me directly to the new product launch event of major luxury brands.
Simply put, it's watching beautiful models walk the runway.
She wore a silk scarf around her neck, exposed one shoulder, and was covered in glass beads. When she walked, her hips swayed.
That part of the skit was spot on; it's pretty much the same style.
Basically, you can't wear the clothes here outside; if you do, people will definitely think you're crazy.
Another issue is that it's too revealing. It reveals what should be revealed, and also shows glimpses of what shouldn't be revealed.
Walcott watched very attentively and even took notes in his notebook.
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