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"Okay, leave it to us here, you should leave early, after all, who knows if any drug dealer who ran away will come back."

The magistrate inspected the entire cornfield to confirm its safety, and found a hill of "flour" piled up inside. He justly stated that in order to prevent any fish that slipped through the net from returning, he asked Chen Xing and the three to leave early, and they would wait for the rabbits to eliminate the evil.

Of course Ma Long didn't want to stay any longer. He found the car covered by the cornfield and drove back to the city with Wu Kui.

After entering the city, Ma Long felt safe, parked the car where he was staying, and slumped on the car seat.

Wu Kui is similar, but he has exercised some courage in camping in the wild, and after a while he adjusted his mentality and came to Malone's car window.

"what?"

Malone asked weakly.

"I think I will return to China tomorrow, it is still safe in the country."

Wu Kui expressed his thoughts. He guessed that Fatty Ma probably had the same plan as him, and wanted to be with him.

"together!"

Hearing that Wu Kui was leaving tomorrow, Ma Long didn't want to stay here any longer, what if someone else came up with his idea.

"Eh? Brother Ma, you two are going back to China, let's go together."

Chen Xing, who was sitting in the back seat, saw that the two of them were going back to the country, so he planned to go back too. The purpose of coming here had been fulfilled, and it was meaningless to stay here.

"Okay, okay, I'll book the ticket."

Ma Long originally wanted to ask the little brother in the back seat what he meant, since he himself wanted to leave tomorrow, then everyone will leave together.

"what?……"

"Don't be embarrassed, this little money is not as good as a meal for Fatty Ma."

Chen Xing wanted to refuse, but Wu Kui opened the back door and sat up and grabbed his shoulders to stop him.

"That's right, I treat you as a brother, so don't be polite to me."

Ma Long suddenly thought of something, rummaged in the car, took out a business card from the storage box and handed it to Chen Xing.

This business card is made of green stone as a whole, with a few large golden characters and a string of phone numbers stamped on the front, and a colorful code on the back. One can tell that this business card is of great significance.

"You should keep this business card well. You can enjoy the honored customer treatment in any store in Ma Dafu. My family not only makes jewelry, but also other industries. Maybe you can use it."

"This……"

"Take it."

Wu Kui snatched it from Ma Long's hand and stuffed it into Chen Xing's pocket.

"This fat man's family also runs a chain of hotels. In the future, with this business card, you can eat, drink, and live for free."

"Also, you can also accept my business card. Although I am not as rich as the fat man's family, my family's Gu Qiongzhai is also well-known in the antique world."

As he said that, he put his business card in Chen Xing's hand again, and he was going to make this friend for the righteousness of finding someone to save them for the little brother.

"Fatty, go and have a meal first, I'm starving to death."

"I'm starving to death, don't you know how to find a place to eat?"

"I want to eat a big family!"

"Fuck!"

There were playful words on the side, but Chen Xing's attention was on the two business cards.

One was obviously cut from high-quality jadeite, while the other was white and moist, like suet.

The two business cards can be regarded as a work of art in the outside world, not to mention the meaning attached to it.

It was so precious.

.........

"Save some for me, fat man."

"The only thing you can't grab is to eat the northwest wind."

Wu Kui and Ma Long were vying for a plate of braised pork. It was rare to find a Chinese-owned restaurant here, and the taste was pretty good.

Chen Xing was absent-mindedly digging the rice in the bowl. He was recalling whether he had missed anything to reveal his identity.

Thomas said before he died that he was not afraid of the organization, but the high table sounded very powerful.

"Brother Ma, do you know about the High Table?"

"Huh? Why are you asking this?"

Ma Long stopped his chopsticks, and Wu Kui put the last piece of meat into his bowl while he was not paying attention.

"I just saw it on the Internet and said it was very powerful. I think you have a lot of experience and you must know whether it is true or not."

"Hahaha, then you are asking the right person."

Hearing someone praised him, Ma Long laughed from ear to ear, and he didn't bother to compete with Wu Kui for food, instead he talked about the high table meeting to Chen Xing with great interest.

"By the way, I also heard my dad talk about this high table meeting. It is a foreign mutual aid association. The members in it are complicated. Gang bosses, terrorists, high-ranking officials, and rich people have everything."

"Anyway, the influence abroad is quite strong, it can be said that it is the kind that can cover the sky with one hand."

"My dad once received an invitation, but he declined, and I don't know why."

Malone scratched his head. That's all he knew. After all, he wasn't at the level of his father, so his knowledge was limited.

"I've also heard about the High Table. It is said that this organization was responsible for the split of the northern powers, and half of the members of this organization are from the beautiful country."

"The United States has fought several wars in the Middle East that were promoted by the High Table."

Wu Kui put down his chopsticks and told some inside stories he knew.

Through the description of the two, Chen Xing probably knew what kind of giant the High Table would be, and he couldn't help but feel a haze in his heart.

……

The New York Wide Angle Building, a landmark building, attracts some Internet celebrity tourists to check in every day.

On the top floor of the building, a small table meeting is being held.

The leaders of the five major mafia families in the beautiful country are looking seriously at the projection screen slowly unfolding on the wall.

A piece of information appeared on the projection screen wall, about the latest hell organization.

"This is the internal information of the Sixth Bureau of Intelligence, that is, the mysterious organization that ruined our business. According to analysts' estimates, the transfer of flour in Kachin State was also messed up by this group."

Charlie Luciano, the current patriarch of the Genovese crime family in the beautiful country, put his hands on the table and carefully observe the expressions of everyone in the room. This is his hobby, he likes to observe people's expressions to make guesses their hearts.

But the bosses in the room are all scheming people, how could they write their inner thoughts on their faces.

"Any news about them?"

"not yet."

"Damn Falk, why didn't the news of the shit call us here?"

His scrutiny naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of some grumpy people in the room, who choked.

"The main purpose of the meeting today is not this, but my intention to transfer our people from Southeast Asia to Moxico."

Charlie smiled very gentlemanly at the person who choked him, and told his true purpose of this meeting.

"I object!"

It was the same person who choked him just now, Joseph Bonanno, as the patriarch of the Bonanno crime family in the beautiful country, had always had a little friction with Charlie in the beautiful country.

Charlie's family has been managing the "flour" business in their committee of mafia families, and of course half of the income goes to the members of the committee.

Southeast Asia has always been one of their important sources of "flour". If they abandon it, at least [-]% of their income will be lost.

"Tell me why?"

It was Vincent Mangano, patriarch of the Gambino crime family, who spoke.

"I didn't say to give up there, but to transfer people. The cultivation of raw materials can be done by local people, and we only need to buy them."

"Moreover, poppies can be shipped out in the name of medicinal materials, which not only saves manpower, but also reduces costs."

"Then a show of hands."

In the end, three people agreed, one objected, and one abstained, and Charlie's resolution was passed.

"By the way, let's use the relationship in the mutual aid association to investigate this hell organization."

The outside world is called the High Table Club, but they are called the Mutual Aid Club internally.