This Was a Convergence!

At the entrance of the glittering nightclub, Chinese Descendant man in a suit stepped out of a luxury car, surrounded by a group of henchmen. Upon seeing him, the henchmen at the nightclub entrance immediately approached him.

"Welcome, Mr. Huang, but please place your weapons here for inspection first."

"I know the rules." The man, referred to as Mr. Huang, smiled and took out two handguns, placing them on a plate. He then spread his arms, letting the metal detector scan his body. Although his henchmen were displeased, they still took out their weapons and put them down.

After passing through security, Mr. Huang was led into the private room by a waiter. In this large private room, which was originally intended for entertainment, there were only four people sitting around a round table.

Upon seeing Mr. Huang approach, a tall, tattooed blond Caucasian man glanced at his watch and said in a somewhat sarcastic tone, "Oh, Mr. Huang, you really are 'punctual'!"

"If you've called me here to discuss this kind of thing, then forget it," Mr. Huang replied calmly, casually sitting down in the empty seat.

"Then let's get straight to the point." The woman, with distinctly brown features, interrupted the tense conversation and said directly:

"My place was ransacked by two Yan people. Do you know who they are?"

"Oh?" Mr. Huang showed an interested expression, making it impossible to tell whether he was pretending or genuinely knew nothing.

His gaze swept over the others, and he said with a smile:

"And what about you? Are you here to support Ms. Vida?"

"Stop playing dumb, Huang Zhicheng!" The burly, bear-like white Strong Man slammed his fist on the table, his eyes blazing as he glared at Mr. Huang.

"I don't believe you really know nothing about those Yan people who caused trouble these past few days!"

"So?" Upon hearing this, Mr. Huang's expression relaxed even more, and he even put his feet up on the table, his eyes, which seemed to gleam with a cold light, sweeping over the group of people:

"Is this your first day at Pradamia?"

"Huang, you're breaking the rules!" The white woman, who looked to be in her forties and hadn't spoken until now, suddenly spoke up. Mr. Huang laughed, his face full of arrogance, and said:

"Rules? Mrs. Sicily, are you getting senile? When did Pradamia ever have such a thing? You only occupy as much territory as your Great Power allow. If an outsider comes, then fight; if you can't win, then give way. That's the rule here!"

"Can I take this as a declaration of war?" The burly, bear-like man stood up, his muscles twitching uncomfortably, cracks spreading from the floor tiles beneath his feet.

"Heh." Seeing Baikal's attitude, Mr. Huang's smile grew even more arrogant. He removed his feet from the table, stood up, and looked Baikal in the eye, saying:

"We both know where the balance of power in Pradamia comes from. As for declaring war... we can't even handle a few brats from who-knows-where, and you dare to talk to me about declaring war? My territory is right there. If you have the guts, come and try!"

After speaking, Mr. Huang walked towards the door without any hesitation, appearing completely unsuspecting. His two henchmen immediately followed behind him, and the room only quieted down again after the door was closed once more.

"I told you it would be useless to go to him." Baikal's momentum gradually subsided, and his tone was surprisingly calm. Mrs. Sicily lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then exhaled a smoke ring, saying:

"At least it shows that those who Cause Trouble have no connection with the Triads."

"Big Brother Huang..." As he stepped out of the nightclub, the underlings who had stayed outside immediately swarmed around him. Huang Zhicheng raised his hand to signal his underlings to be quiet, and said with a serious expression:

"Have your men investigate the new villagers in the area. Something's not right this time; it's probably not just a case of a newcomer."

Back in Chinatown, Huang Zhicheng went to his office, took out a Satellite Phone, and dialed a number.

July 17th.

June 19.

The two ends of the phone call exchanged a date before normal communication could begin.

"Why did you suddenly call back?" came the question from the other end of the phone. Mr. Huang leaned back in his chair and replied:

"A group of people recently arrived from Pradamia. They are very powerful. Of the Five Major Factions, only we have not been attacked. According to the current intelligence, there should be three to eight people, all of Asian descent, all under forty years old, and very strong. One of them could wipe out all the bars under the name of the Shengjunbao Tavern. The staff there are all Ursus People."

"This level of skill shouldn't be that of a seasoned expert. Let me check it out for you." The tone on the other end of the phone immediately became serious, and after a brief silence, it rang out again:

"No overseas missions have been dispatched to any of the branches recently, and at least none of the registered experts have a record of leaving the country."

"So, this might be the target this time?" Huang Zhicheng narrowed his eyes and straightened his posture, while the other end of the call gave a negative reply:

"The target's features are very distinctive, but we cannot rule out all possibilities."

"Understood, I will continue to follow up."

There was a sudden knock on the door of the Investigation Group's office at the Bureau of the Supernatural Tale Countermeasures Bureau headquarters. The team leader, who was reviewing documents, stopped writing, covered the documents with a file folder, and then spoke:

Come in.

Upon hearing this, the team member at the door immediately pushed the door open and entered. After turning around and closing the Room Door, he spoke:

"Team leader, there's just been some new information from Old Huang."

"Hmm?" The team leader raised an eyebrow. "Have you found the target for that batch of Eastern Weird Tale?"

"Not yet," the team member shook his head.

"Old Huang said that a new Asian force has recently emerged in Pradamia, consisting of only 3 to 8 people, and they can easily fight against the Ursus People are associated with Weird Tale."

"It doesn't sound like the group we're after." The team leader frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then continued:

"Any news from Pradamia lately? Why are all sorts of weirdos flocking there?"

"No, but according to [the Shrine], another group of suspected Colombia regular troops recently entered Siam. Judging from their route, their target should be in the far west." The team member recalled recent intelligence and then reported.

"This seems to be the third batch, right? Has Yue Nan been on any action lately?" The team leader frowned even more, and the team members nodded in response.

"There are no signs of any armed conflict. If we had to pinpoint something, it would be that Siam and Yuenan have been Weird Tale some kind of Gu-Witchcraft or black magic lately, but so far there are no signs of it succeeding."

"This is interesting..." The team leader's brows gradually relaxed, and he then spoke:

"Have Old Huang investigate the Colombia forces in Pradamia and see if he can find any trace of these groups of soldiers."