One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Jack strode over and stopped two meters away from Zhang Tianyi, bowing slightly.

“I am Jack, a director of Behemoth. It is a great honor to meet you here.”

"The facilities here are quite complete. If you need anything, you can ask the staff at any time."

Zhang Tianyi quickly rubbed his thumb together twice on the game console.

The sound of "KO" came from the machine.

Satisfied, he stuffed the game console into his pocket, raised his eyelids, and glanced at Jack.

"Jack, right?"

Zhang Tianyi sized up the man in the suit and tie, her tone very casual:

"Alright, stop reciting your PR statements to me. It's giving me a headache."

He pointed to the luxurious sofa that Jack had just been sitting on, which was facing the main screen.

"That spot has a good view and is spacious enough."

"I want it, Daoist Master."

These words were spoken.

The expressions of the bodyguards standing behind Jack changed instantly.

That was the VIP seat reserved exclusively for Behemoth!

This Chinese person just walked in and, without even exchanging pleasantries, immediately tried to grab a seat?

This is a blatant slap in the face!

A tall, black bodyguard immediately took half a step forward, his muscles tense, and a barely suppressed anger emanating from him.

"Boss, this..." the bodyguard asked in a low voice.

Before Jack could even try to smooth things over...

"Click."

Hei Guan'er squeezed the handle of the food cart in his hand until it cracked.

He twisted his thick neck and grinned, revealing a slightly fierce smile:

"Oh, judging by your posture, you want to practice? My clothes are a bit tight, let me loosen them up for you?"

Xiao Zizai, however, elegantly reached out and stopped Hei Guan'er.

He walked forward slowly, his gaze sweeping over the black bodyguard from head to toe, a glint in his eyes.

"friend."

Xiao Zizai's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling undertone that sent shivers down one's spine:

"Your trapezius muscles are well-developed, but your force application habits are problematic, causing your fourth and fifth lumbar vertebrae to be under constant high pressure."

He pushed up his reflective glasses, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

"If you had taken that step just ten centimeters longer, your spine might have dislocated on the spot."

Xiao Zizai bowed slightly in a very polite manner:

"I happen to have some knowledge of human skeletal science, and my technique is very fast. I guarantee you'll be completely relaxed before the pain even reaches your brain. Would you like to try it?"

The black bodyguard's eyelids twitched violently.

Although he couldn't quite understand what this guy was talking about, his beast-like fighting instincts were screaming alarms!

This bespectacled, seemingly refined scoundrel in front of me is absolutely a deranged serial killer!

"Get out!"

Jack reacted quickly; he immediately turned and shouted at the bodyguard.

Then he turned his head.

The smile on his face not only didn't diminish, but became even more genuine.

"The real person is right, that position does indeed offer the best view."

Jack stepped aside and, very gentlemanly, made a gesture of invitation:

"It is my honor to provide you with a comfortable viewing environment. Please."

Zhang Tianyi nodded as if it were a matter of course, and strode over there with a swagger.

He plopped down into the large sofa, placing his legs directly on the crystal coffee table in front of him.

He picked up a bunch of grapes from the table, plucked one, and popped it into his mouth.

"Hmm, the grapes are a bit sour. Next time, try some Shine Muscat grapes."

As Zhang Tianyi chewed, he naturally began to give orders:

"Xiaofeng, go find an outlet and charge my game console."

"Bao'er, don't just stand here, go over to the food counter and see what fancy dishes they have. I've been flying all the way here, and my stomach is rumbling."

"Have it."

Feng Baobao had her eye on the buffet table over there for a while.

Clutching the enormous golden goblet, she strode toward a foreign chef who was slicing a roast suckling pig.

The chef, wearing a tall white hat, was holding a sharp meat cleaver, slicing the roasted suckling pig into thin, golden-brown slices with great elegance.

Feng Baobao walked up to her without saying a word.

He slammed the jewel-encrusted wine vessel, about the size of a washbasin, heavily onto the cutting board.

A crisp clang rang out.

The chef was startled and almost cut his finger with the knife in his hand.

He looked at the girl in front of him with a blank stare, and then at the pure gold container that was practically blinding.

"Miss, what can I do for you?" the chef stammered.

Feng Baobao pointed to the roast suckling pig on the cutting board, then to her own tableware, and gave instructions in clear and distinct Sichuan dialect:

"Don't slice them, it's too much trouble."

"Put that pig's trotter and this half of the spare ribs in there. And make sure to get plenty of dried chili powder."

Although the chef couldn't understand Sichuan dialect, he understood Feng Baobao's gesture of putting everything in.

He was completely stunned.

This is a high-class buffet for bigwigs from all over the world to enjoy!

You bring me a medieval antique gold cup and expect me to put half a pig in it?!

Isn't this art style a bit too wild?!

Just as the chef was hesitating, Feng Xingtong walked over at the perfect moment.

The young master of the Tianxia Society skillfully pulled out a thick wad of US dollars from the inside pocket of his suit and stuffed it directly into the chef's apron pocket.

"I'm sorry, my sister has a big appetite."

Feng Xingtong smiled warmly and said, "Please fill it up as she says, and keep the rest as a tip."

Looking at the stack of green banknotes, the chef swallowed hard, his professional ethics instantly giving in.

He put down the meat cleaver, grabbed a large pair of tongs, and began frantically stuffing meat into the golden cup.

This is the rest area.

He finally managed to pull off the constricting bow tie, grabbed a can of beer from the food cart, and casually sat down next to it.

"Phew, I'm finally alive."

Xiao Zizai also sat down with a cup of black tea, his gaze sweeping over the foreign representatives and bodyguards in the hall.

“Brother Guan, look at that Russian at the twelve o’clock position. He has broad shoulders, a thick back, and a well-proportioned frame. He’s an excellent close-combat candidate.”

Xiao Zizai's tone was full of deep admiration and regret:

"It's a pity that today is a civilized occasion, otherwise I really would like to have a pleasant sparring session with him."

Black Pipe rolled his eyes dramatically and took a sip of beer:

"Old Xiao, I'm begging you, just drink your tea and stop staring at people like that."

"Didn't you see those big Russian men were sweating bullets from your stare and practically hiding under the table?"

The group was chatting idly.

Just then, a red alarm border suddenly flashed on the circular holographic projection screen in the center of the hall.

"Beep!"

The main screen zoomed in rapidly, locking onto the coordinates of a mountainous area on Paradise Island.

In the scene, Zhang Chulan is being cornered in a cave by five burly Russian men with thick body hair.

"Oh dear, my grandson's luck isn't good at the start."

Zhang Tianyi spat out the grape seeds in his mouth, sat up straight, and stared at the screen with great interest.

"I ran into an acquaintance who had given me sunflower seeds before as soon as I landed. This is going to be interesting."

Chapter 338 The most sophisticated tactics often only require the most shameless bottom line!

Paradise Island.

Deep within a rugged stone forest on the southwest side.

"Huh...huh..."

Zhang Chulan, carrying an oversized backpack that could fit an adult, pressed his back against the cold rock wall, panting heavily.

He practically wants to pull God down and have a heart-to-heart talk with Him right now.

Half an hour ago, he was kicked out of the plane from hundreds of meters in the air by his own advisor.