This of course was not a warning.
It was just that the few people in front were quite displeasing to the eye.
Previously in the hotel, when these people had appeared before the fighters, their information had flashed before Tang Qing's eyes. It was collected by the fighters who had infiltrated the African police force. It wasn't absolutely comprehensive, but it was detailed nonetheless.
There was no helping it.
These Africans were naturally skilled at 'boasting'—a talent they mastered without a teacher. They enjoyed shooting the breeze in groups, chatting idly as if it was the only way to get through the day.
What they had done before.
Once they drank alcohol, they liked to show off how capable they were, especially to their peers whom they regarded as equals. They even took pleasure in discussing obviously illegal and derelict acts.
Therefore.
