He quickly looked up, his eyes revealing a rare sense of shock.
"Senior brother, do you know this 'Black Tide'?"
Fang Cheng saw this, took out a tissue, and naturally handed it over.
Wei Zheng took the tissue and wiped away the water stains on the table, took a deep breath to calm his emotions:
"It's a very mysterious organization, the Special Search Team has only barely touched on a bit of their intel in recent years, and very few people know of their existence."
Ma Donghe, who was at the scene at the time, also heard Grey Eagle introduce the masked man as the vice chairman of the Black Tide Organization, became interested, and leaned forward slightly:
"Brother Wei, tell us more, what exactly are these people up to?"
"A bunch of mentally ill lunatics."
Wei Zheng's brows were tightly furrowed, his tone revealing disgust:
