Isreal.
The rumbling train came to a halt at the platform, with a surge of people spilling out from the carriages.
In such a crowd, a group of big men in brown trench coats particularly drew attention.
They were all broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, seemingly hiding weapons, with faces that radiated a 'keep out' aura.
Despite the station being crowded, people still subconsciously gave them a wide berth, even the pickpockets didn't dare get too close to do business.
"Boss, we're here."
Scarface looked around with a sinister grin.
"Right, this is a nice place, lots of young people."
Zhong Shenxiu nodded and led the team out of the station.
He suddenly ended up in Isreal; there had to be a reason, the excuse for his subordinates and family was that they were opening a bar here to investigate the local private liquor market.
At that moment, he took a deep breath of fresh air and laughed, "Scarface… what do you see?"
