Just as the fighter was leaving Sadoke.
Chai Ren and his group had already arrived in Kinshasa. Seeing the city, everyone felt a sense of déjà vu, their tense moods slowly relaxing. When they returned to their rooms, they all basically fell asleep.
Inside a hotel owned by the Chinese.
Chai Ren was drinking tea at the tea table, calming his nerves. Behind him were the four Black fighters he had hired, as well as two of his own Chinese bodyguards. This was what gave Chai Ren a sense of security.
After the day's events.
He had a profound understanding of Tongtian's strength.
The organization was simply strong.
Power combined with audacity.
He truly didn't know where such an organization got its confidence.
"Hey, Chai Ren." A voice interrupted Chai Ren's thoughts.
He looked up to see.
A not-so-dark-skinned chubby man walking towards him with a smile.
