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"Basong, what's going on? Has our location been exposed?" Wang Dong asked warily.

Basong shook his head. "I don't know either. Normally, Suria doesn't seem to have the ability to investigate this far."

Anton and his companions remained expressionless. "You! Go and take a look!"

Upon hearing Anton's instructions, one of the assassins nodded, got up, and slowly walked towards the door. When he arrived at the door, he reached out and opened it.

As the door opened, a fist suddenly came flying at him. Seeing this, the assassin reacted quickly, raising his hand to block the punch, then grabbing the other person's fist with his other hand and pulling hard!

The person outside the door was shocked. He hadn't expected the person in front of him to be so strong. His entire body was instantly pulled into the private room. Then, with a tactical roll, he quickly adjusted his state, looked around warily, and his expression darkened.

There are so many people in the private room!

Basong, Karl, and the others finally saw the man in his entirety. He was wearing a standard camouflage combat uniform that looked neat and tailored.

His shoes were high-top desert combat boots, instantly conjuring up the impression that he was either a mercenary or a soldier. However, he was wearing a mask, so his appearance was obscured.

"Who are you?" Basong asked in Thai.

The other person, however, spoke fluent English.

"Which of you is Wang Dong? I need to speak with him about something."

When Wang Dong heard that the other party had come to see him, his expression changed slightly. Could it be an enemy he had made? So he asked.

"What do you want from me?"

"Tell me where Surya is; I need to speak with him."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dong frowned. "I'm sorry, I can't tell you. Please leave, or I won't mind dealing with you here."

The man shook his head. "You must tell me where Surya is today." With that, he quickly approached.

Seeing this, Anton gave a signal, and one of the closest assassins quickly kicked the man away. He tried to resist, but was easily subdued by the two assassins and could not move.

Upon seeing this, Wang Dong and Basong's pupils contracted. They hadn't expected these people to be so strong. Wang Dong was especially surprised because these white people were actually using Chinese martial arts. Who taught them?!

Anton pulled a Glock 17 pistol from his pocket, pointed it at the other man, and said coldly, "Move again and I'll shoot."

As soon as the words were spoken, the figure struggling violently on the ground slowly stopped, and one of the assassins removed the other's mask, revealing a white face.

"Fuck! Rett! What are you doing here!" Carl suddenly exclaimed, his face showing surprise.

Hearing someone call his name, Rhett looked up in disbelief and quickly noticed Karl sitting in the corner, who also had a shocked expression on his face.

"Karl, what are you doing here?!"

He had been so focused on guarding against the people around him that he hadn't had time to observe all the members in the private room, so he was quite surprised to see Karl there.

Basong and the others frowned upon hearing the conversation between the two.

"Karl, do you know him?" Anton asked.

Carl nodded. "Anton, don't shoot. This is a friend of mine. I'll talk to him. There might be some misunderstanding."

As he spoke, Karl approached Rhett, and the assassins released their restraints on Rhett, allowing him to slowly stand up with a smile on his face.

"Karl, it's been a long time."

Karl smiled slightly. "Ever since you retired from the army, I've heard you became a mercenary. I thought you were dead."

Rhett sighed.

"He's not dead, but he's close to it."

Seeing Rhett's expression, Carl couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"

A hint of sadness flashed in Rett's eyes. "After I was discharged from the army, I did become a mercenary, but it didn't last long. My mercenary legion was wiped out, leaving only me, and I was wanted by several countries."

"Oh! No wonder I haven't heard from you since. We used to be best friends. I thought you were so heartless that you stopped contacting me after you were discharged from the army." Carl punched Rhett on the shoulder.

"Then why did you contact me?" Wang Dong asked, somewhat puzzled.

Upon hearing this, Rett's eyes reddened even more. "My wife and children were implicated because of me. I had no choice but to let them settle in Thailand. But due to my momentary negligence, they were killed in the street during a shootout between Suria and other gang members."

"That's why I want to know where Surya is so I can avenge my wife and children myself."

Upon hearing this, Carl immediately felt sympathy for his old buddy, who, even after retiring from the military, still had to work as a mercenary to make a living, which led to a series of consequences.

"And you, Carl, what brings you here? I remember you still have a few years until your discharge," Rhett asked.

"I was discharged from the army."

Carl recounted his ordeal to Rhett, who listened with fury, his fists clenched: "These damned bastards! How could they betray their country so easily!"

Those were his comrades-in-arms, but after two years away, Karl was the only friend left by his side!

Seeing the situation of the two men through An Dong, Chen An couldn't help but feel that they were truly in the same boat.

"Anton, ask the boss if Rett can come with us. He's very strong and has won many championships in the army."

Carl looked at Anton and said.

Rett looked puzzled. "Are you here for Suria too?"

Carl nodded.

"Yes! Isn't that a coincidence?"

Anton nodded, "The gentleman said it's no problem and agrees to let him join."

"Thanks, boss!"

Carl expressed his gratitude.

He knew that Anton had a secret device that allowed him to communicate remotely with the boss, so he wasn't surprised.

The misunderstanding was then cleared up, and everyone sat down again.

But then, noisy footsteps came from outside the door again.

"Who is it this time?" Basong asked.

Rhett scratched his head and gave an awkward smile. "When I arrived, I accidentally injured a few people. They must have realized what was happening by now."

Upon hearing this, Basong thought to himself, "He's really hard to please. Is he really that violent? He always attacks me every time he comes."

boom!

At that moment, the door was kicked open forcefully, and a group of people filed in, surrounding Anton and his companions. Then, a passage was revealed, and a figure slowly walked in.

Judging from his flamboyant attire and the gold necklace around his neck, this man must be the boss of this bar.

"Badama, it's me," Wang Dong said.

Upon hearing this, Badama looked over and was stunned to see Wang Dong. He said in Thai, "Wang Dong, how could it be you! We're friends, why did you hit my subordinate?!"

Wang Dong laughed and said, "It's a misunderstanding. These people don't know that we are willing to pay compensation."

Upon hearing this, Basong handed over a stack of US dollars, which is hard currency at the Thai border and is more effective than the local currency.

"I'll let it slide for the sake of the money. Eat and drink well, and call me if you need anything."

Badama's eyes lit up when he saw the US dollars, and he then led his men away, leaving the private room quiet again.

The crisis ended quickly just like that.