"Zhang Menglong, do you really want to end up in a situation where it's either do or die with us?"
"What, fishing net? I prefer black silk," Zhang Menglong quipped.
"Do you think you are the only one with a trump card? We don't have one?" Britos said, "Let me be honest with you. This time, we've made extensive preparations to deal with you, and no matter how powerful you are, the people around you can't all be that strong, right?"
"You've brought a lot of friends to South Africa this time, haven't you?" Britos threatened, "The moment you set foot in South Africa, we've had people watching them, and if we lose contact on our side, they will immediately take action to kill your friends!"
"So you're threatening me now?" Zhang Menglong's eyes narrowed.
