However, when they looked in this direction, Ning Fan and his group could see the faces of these fellows, all of whom were wearing skull masks that shone with a cold metallic luster.
These masks were not just for decoration, but were all intricately designed, perfectly fitting over the head, protecting the most vital part of the body—the brain.
In the center of the forehead of these masks, there was also a crimson mark.
Ning Fan's pupils suddenly contracted as he murmured, "Skull Guild..."
These guys glanced over in this direction once and then left again.
Chen Fengnan and the others didn't think much of it, but Ning Fan felt it was better to remind them.
"You're right, this trip is indeed more perilous than lucky," Ning Fan said indifferently.
"Hmm?" Chen Fengnan blinked, looking at Ning Fan, not understanding why he would suddenly say that.
"Did you see their masks and the red mark on them? They are from the Skull Guild," Ning Fan explained, his expression calm.
"Skull Guild? What's that?" Harris asked from the side, curious, setting aside the fact that the name sounded quite imposing.
"It's a very ancient organization, originally based in Medieval England, but over the years, it has also extended to other countries, mostly in Europe and even South Africa."
"What do you mean?" Chen Fengnan's expression suddenly turned grave.
"It means, if what you said is true, that the guy you're here to deal with is just a local thug here, the Skull Guild wouldn't normally appear in this place," Ning Fan glanced in the direction where those people had disappeared, then looked forward and after some distance, sure enough, spotted another group identical to the previous one.
Clearly, the Skull Guild had quite a few people here.
"I understand," Chen Fengnan said soberly, glancing back at the Four King Kongs, as the group solidified their ideas.
Soon, a native man brought them to a village deep in the mountain settlement, stopping in front of a large wooden house.
As soon as they arrived, the door of the wooden house was suddenly opened by someone from inside, and then a blond European man walked out.
The man was tall and well-built, with blond hair and blue eyes, and he was certainly a standard handsome man, though it was unclear why he was here.
"Boss Chen, I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly; truly, I should have greeted you at the door," the man laughed heartily as he came out.
Standing in front of the group, the man paid special attention to the Four King Kongs behind Chen Fengnan, his smile growing richer.
As for Ning Fan, the man noticed him, but just glanced over and didn't pay much attention.
Ning Fan's demeanor and clothing made it difficult for people to take him seriously, but since he came with Chen Fengnan, the man still took a note of care.
"Harris, I've already seen your welcoming ceremony, not bad," Chen Fengnan said coldly, obviously referring to what had happened earlier at the gate.
Chen Fengnan didn't believe that those mercenaries would be so audacious as to openly confront visitors like that, without even inquiring about the visitors' identities.
"This... might be a misunderstanding," Harris said with a slightly awkward expression, managing a smile.
Chen Fengnan's face also instantly wore a smile, he laughed heartily and went forward to give Harris a warm embrace, saying, "I knew it must be a misunderstanding, after all, we're here to discuss serious business."
"Exactly, exactly, to discuss business, big business, haha..." Harris's demeanor relaxed, he waved his hand and said, "Come, let's go inside and taste our local specialties."
The group entered the largest house.
This was a place similar to a pavilion, with a row of tight bead curtains hanging only on the side facing the door direction, leaving the other three sides open, allowing a view of the lush jungle trees all around.
The setting was indeed quite nice.
But upon entering, Ning Fan and his group immediately felt that something was off.
Around them stood rows of bodyguards, and what was key, all these people wore skull masks—they were all members of the Skull Guild!
They were actually here!
"Alright, please have a seat, let's talk business," Harris said with a smile as he took the seat of honor, glancing at the seat opposite him.
There was only one chair, and Chen Fengnan unintentionally looked at Ning Fan beside him, somewhat displeased that they had prepared only one chair for the several of them; it seemed somewhat inconsiderate.
"It's alright, let's discuss business," Ning Fan said softly.
Then Chen Fengnan nodded slightly and sat down, looking towards Harris.
Harris looked somewhat surprised in Ning Fan's direction, as he hadn't paid much attention to him before.
But from the small gesture made by Chen Fengnan just now, it was clear that this man's status was much higher than that of the Four King Kongs behind him.
Even when Chen Fengnan decided to sit down, he needed to seek this man's approval!
But this was Harris being too cautious, the reason Chen Fengnan looked at Ning Fan was because he felt it was somewhat inappropriate to have himself sit while allowing Ning Fan to stand, nothing more.
"Boss Chen, the journey must have been tiring, are you getting used to it?" Harris began with a polite small talk.
"Let's skip the niceties and get to the point," Chen Fengnan waved his hand, indicating that he preferred skipping the pleasantries to start discussing the main matter.
Harris's brow slightly furrowed, he didn't expect that Chen Fengnan's bodyguards had all died on the way here, and yet he was still so assertive.
His eyes shifted, and he placed his other hand on the table, but that hand was playing with a silver revolver!
Chen Fengnan raised his brows but didn't say anything.
"Alright, since Boss Chen is so straightforward, I'll come to the point as well," Harris said, looking at the handgun in his hand.
After finishing, he looked up at Chen Fengnan, but his previously smiling face now carried a provocative arrogance.
'Price issues can be negotiated, just tell me, how much do you need?" Chen Fengnan cut to the chase.
"Ha ha... straightforward indeed, I just hope you can be as straightforward when it's time to pay," Harris laughed loudly, cocking his handgun with one hand and then said lightly, "Five hundred billion, I need five hundred billion."
"What?" the color drained from Chen Fengnan's face as he abruptly stood up, thinking he had misheard.
"Didn't catch that? Alright, let me repeat it, I need five hundred billion, and not a penny less!" Harris stared unyieldingly into Chen Fengnan's eyes, repeating his demand.