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Chapter 1091 - 757 At the End of the World Together at This Moment_2

Chapter 1091: 757 At the End of the World Together at This Moment_2

The room was empty except for a bed and a cage.

"They can hear us."

Fernando pointed towards the door.

"Figure something out!"

Luo Long was mentally distraught, his eyes ready to burst from fury, shaking the iron cage frantically, "Quick, think of something!"

Fernando ignored him, closing his eyes once more.

Perhaps hearing the commotion inside, the cold iron door was opened from the outside.

Several people walked in.

Luo Long in the cage looked up.

Foreigners didn’t look very different in his eyes, but how could he forget the face that had captured him?

Besides the man who had raided the winery, there was also a man with grey eyes.

"I have money! Name your price! How much to let me go?!"

Unable to rely on Fernando, Luo Long, pushing his face against the gaps of the iron cage, shouted desperately and pathetically, trying to save himself.

No one paid attention.

"Mr. Fernando, we meet again."

Fernando opened his eyes, with a slight flicker in his gaze.

The man who spoke had a more normal build, lacking visual impact; he ignored Luo Long in the cage and smiled warmly at Fernando.

In this setting, however, it was chilling.

Fernando had no expression of resentment, nor did he scream and shout like Luo Long, as if unsure in the dim light, he tentatively called out: "Mr. Tasman?"

"I’m pleased that Mr. Fernando still remembers me."

The man nodded with a smile.

Fernando calmed down, his gaze sweeping past the troublemaker who had destroyed his winery, experiencing a roller coaster of emotions.

Although he had never explicitly admitted it, how could he not know the smiling Meilijian’s identity.

Jonathan Tasman.

A high-ranking officer in the CIA!

CIA.

A name that should need no introduction globally.

The full name being the Central Intelligence Agency of Meilijian.

They encompassed numerous functions.

As the name suggests, gathering intelligence was their most fundamental job, and also the most basic.

Its internal structure was incredibly complex and vast, with personnel distributed all over the world, ready to guard national security "at all costs."

Rumors said it even had a special operations division responsible for executing secret missions rarely known to the public, tasks that couldn’t see the light of day.

Seeing Jonathan Tasman, Fernando had many of his confusions suddenly clarified.

He remained composed, and spoke without urgency: "I did not expect to meet Mr. Tasman under these circumstances, I am sorry."

Take a look.

This is the art of language.

The mafia is powerful on a global scale, but there are some forces they do not wish to lightly provoke.

The CIA was clearly one of them.

In the eyes of the world, their mafia was a group of lunatics capable of any evil.

But in the eyes of the mafia themselves, these "agents" clad in legal attire, were the true definition of madness.

At least their mafia had some basic principles in what they did, but this group was different.

Wielding the banner of "national security," they would act with impunity, even daring to subvert the governments of other countries!

"Mr. Fernando, first, I must offer you my sincere apologies, this was a misunderstanding."

Such a big show.

Storming his winery.

Slaughtering so many of his men.

All a misunderstanding?

"I will report the situation here to the Godfather."

Unwilling to provoke doesn’t mean being overly submissive.

Even as a prisoner, Fernando held on to his last dignity.

"Mr. Fernando, please calm down, I have already spoken with the Godfather on the phone."

Tasman said cheerfully.

Fernando stopped mid-sentence.

"The Godfather and I have reached a consensus on this incident, and your losses will be fully compensated by them."

Tasman looked at the silent hulk beside him.

Was it not the work of the CIA?

It seemed.

Although they had come in together, it seemed they were not "on the same side."

Indeed.

This was not the working style of the CIA, and moreover, their side had always maintained a relatively good relationship with the CIA.

Since the Godfather had already reconciled with the other party, Fernando certainly wouldn’t go against the Godfather’s wishes.

A person like him, of course, understood the importance of "the bigger picture."

"May I leave then?"

"Of course."

Tasman nodded with a smile.

Fernando got up and out of bed.

Although he couldn’t understand the bird language they were speaking, Luo Long in the cage could still guess a bit by analyzing their expressions and tone.

"Save me!"

He shouted at Fernando desperately reaching out trying to grab him, but the gaps of the iron cage were too small; his arms simply could not stretch out.

As the saying goes, honor among thieves.

The Mafia is infamous, but it has its unique strengths to be known as a world-renowned power.

Fernando didn’t rush to escape, but stopped and asked, "Can I take him with me?"

A genial Tasman shook his head.

"He needs to stay here."

Luo Long realized something and began to shout frantically, "Fernando, you must save me! Think about how much money you’ve made from us!"

Even his hysteria couldn’t change anything.

It wasn’t that Fernando was disloyal—he had already made an effort.

Knowing that he didn’t have the upper hand, Fernando didn’t waste his energy and walked away.

"Fernando! You can’t just leave like this! Come back to me! You beast, you damned beast..."

Luo Long became increasingly desperate, utterly frenzied, shaking the iron cage violently.

As if he was truly just a dog in a cage.

It’s just a pity no one gave him a second look.

Quickly.

Everyone turned and walked out.

The iron door closed mercilessly.

"Ah!!!"

Luo Long howled to the heavens, extreme despair seeping through the door cracks, chilling those who heard it.

Fernando stopped in his tracks.

"May I ask, who exactly is that Eastern woman?"

He knew all too well the reason behind everything.

"Didn’t your friend tell you?"

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to respond directly, Fernando didn’t waste his breath.

"He’s not my friend, we are purely in a business relationship."

Tasman looked at him appreciatively, seemingly very pleased with the other’s decisiveness.

In that room just now, he had considered helping the other, but as Fernando walked out of the iron door, he realized he needed to make a decision.

Luo Long definitely wouldn’t escape that cage.

The most rational way to deal with something that has lost its value is to discard it.

Back in the daylight.

Fernando involuntarily let out a breath.

The other party’s remedial measures were earnest enough, arranging a car for him.

"Mr. Fernando. There might be one more thing that requires your assistance."

It wasn’t Tasman who spoke.

Instead it was the man who stormed his vineyard and pinned him down to the ground.

Fernando turned, as if nothing had happened.

What is the attitude of a real power player?

"Please invite that friend from Shenzhou to visit Italy."

Fernando’s pupils slightly constricted.

One does not overdo revenge.

Wasn’t Luo Long enough?

Tasman stood by, silent, smiling.

Though Fernando knew he had to endure this humiliation, it didn’t mean he was free of bitterness.

"You can invite him yourselves."

"Mr. Fernando, it would be more appropriate for you to make the invitation."

Fernando wasn’t sure whether it was a cruel joke.

It’s one thing for Fernando to have an attitude, but it’s quite another that the key perpetrator of his vineyard annihilation could act as if nothing happened.

"Sorry, we only have business dealings, not close enough to invite each other as guests."

Fernando expressed his feelings with this, and after speaking, he was about to get into the car.

"Mr. Fernando."

This time, it was Tasman who spoke.

He called Fernando, who was about to get into the car.

"In my communication with the Godfather, he emphasized the importance of making friends, and the Godfather will surely give you a call later as well."

Fernando stopped.

Tasman continued, "Doing business with Shenzhou, you must have heard the Shenzhou saying that there is no gain without loss. Losing a friend, you may gain a new one."

"Whoosh... Bang!"

A firework shot up into the sky and burst open.

Someone must be celebrating the Shenzhou New Year.

Fernando remained silent and bent down to get into the car.