"Special Situations Group?"
Yang Luo looked puzzled.
Augustus explained, "Mr. Yeager, the Special Situations Group is a secret organization from Gaul Nation, primarily focused on intelligence gathering."
"Oh..."
Yang Luo nodded and asked, "Do you need something from me?"
Cameron said, "Mr. Yeager, our commander, Mr. Brooke, has heard about what you did in Oxford. He respects you greatly and would like to meet you to make your acquaintance. What do you say?"
Yang Luo shook his head, "I’m sorry, I’m in a hurry to leave and don’t have time to meet your commander. When you go back, thank him for the invitation for me, and perhaps we can meet in future."
Cameron said, "Mr. Yeager, we sincerely hope to invite you, and we hope..."
Yang Luo’s gaze turned icy, "What, if I don’t go, you’ll force me to?"
Just with that look, Cameron and the others suddenly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and they shivered all over.
Cameron shook his head repeatedly, "If you are unwilling, Mr. Yeager, of course we would not force you."
With that, Cameron and his companions quickly cleared the way.
Yang Luo didn’t bother with these people anymore and led Lily Tisdale and the others into the VIP Channel.
They watched as Yang Luo and his group left.
Augustus glanced at Cameron and said indifferently, "If you had been a bit more forceful, you would probably be dead now."
Having said this, Augustus and his group left the airport.
Cameron and his group were sweating profusely and took deep breaths.
Dealing with these strong figures of the world really was a tough job.
"Team leader, what do we do now?"
A young woman asked.
Cameron said helplessly, "What else can we do but go back and report to Mr. Brooke."
Then, Cameron and his group also hastily left the airport.
At this moment.
On a private jet arranged by Augustus.
Yang Luo and his company found places to sit.
The flight attendants brought coffee and pastries, their service meticulous and attentive.
Bardon Bard took a piece of pastry, took a bite, grinned, and said, "That was a truly exhilarating fight, what a joke that Dark Judgment Group is, we wiped them out!"
Prajna Bates took a sip of her coffee, puffed her cheeks, and said, "Brother Bardon Bard, it seems it was Mr. Yeager who wiped out the Dark Judgment Group, not you. How are you involved?"
"You..."
Bardon was left speechless with irritation, "Girl Prajna Bates, can’t you stop imitating Lily Tisdale? When did you learn to insult people?"
Lily Tisdale spread her hands and said, "She didn’t say anything wrong though."
Bardon turned to Yang Luo, wailing, "Brother Yeager, look at this, these two are ganging up on me!"
"Hahaha..."
Seeing Bardon’s comical demeanor, Solomon Talbot and the others burst into laughter.
"Enough, stop fooling around."
Yang Luo rolled his eyes at Bardon and then said, "We owe our success in completing the mission this time largely to Mr. Alves and his help. Otherwise, it would have been tough to achieve our objectives, let alone leave Oxford alive."
"Indeed."
Solomon nodded and added, "So, we are very grateful to Mr. Alves and his team. If they are willing to help us in future, we will certainly not shirk."
Lucy Franklin and the others also nodded in agreement.
Only they knew just how dangerous this mission was.
If it hadn’t been for the help of Mr. Alves and his team, the first to die would probably have been he and Weldon Iverson.
They were endlessly grateful to Mr. Alves and his team.
The journey was long.
The airplane flew for over ten hours before it finally arrived at Kyoto Airport in East Nation.
Due to time zone differences, when Yang Luo and his party reached Kyoto Airport, it was in the afternoon, around three o’clock.
At that time.
Mr. Solomon Levin and Mr. Seth Yeager were already waiting in the hall.
Many members of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion were wearing casual clothes, standing guard nearby.
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