Two days later.
Zhuo Hu got out of the car and looked up at the towering headquarters building. His gaze then shifted to a stone tablet in the plaza before the building. The two characters "Kunlun" had been carved with silver hooks and iron strokes, vigorous and powerful.
Even a rough man like Zhuo Hu could tell that those two characters had surely been written by a master.
"Boss, I heard there's a captain named Song Guangzhi in the branch who's demanding that our forces be split up. Mister Red Ghost called this meeting and summoned us here, so it might have something to do with that."
Another burly man climbed out of the car. Old Hei, who had a dark face, spoke in a deep, gruff voice.
Zhuo Hu said expressionlessly, "Stop overthinking it. We'll do whatever Mister Red Ghost orders."
Old Hei scratched his head and said, "I'm just worried that Mister Red Ghost might believe what certain people say. Then we'd really be wronged."
Zhuo Hu glared at him. "At worst, we'll go back to Water Tiger Camp and catch fish. Besides, I don't think Mister Red Ghost is the kind of person who lacks his own judgment."
He slapped the arm of his capable right-hand man. "Let's go. It's almost time."
The two entered the lobby, showed their identification, and were escorted to the elevators.
After entering the elevator, Old Hei pressed the button for the top floor. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand suddenly thrust inside, causing the doors to open again.
Three men then entered. All of them wore sharply tailored suits. By contrast, Zhuo Hu and Old Hei were dressed in casual clothes, making them look rather informal.
One of the men had a dignified appearance and a square