In the parking lot outside the airport of Ninja Country, inside a black business car, the person in charge of the Ninja Security Hall had an extremely cold and determined look.
"Chief, the Huaxia Dragon Group has only sent a young lad and a team of combat personnel over, which can't solve any problem. This is a disregard and perfunctory act towards us. Why do you need to greet him personally? You might as well let me simply entertain him and then send him back."
The man in the car, who looked to be in his early thirties, with sparse whiskers on his chin and many wrinkles pressed onto his shirt, said unhappily.
The person in charge of picking up from the Ninja Security Hall coldly glanced at the man, saying, "You don't understand Huaxia, nor the strength of the Dragon Group. Since they haven't shirked or refused, but rather sent someone to assist us, it means that the person they've dispatched must have strong capabilities to help us complete our plan."
"Impossible."
