"What? Zhang Menglong is in South Africa?"
Twenty minutes before the plane landed, the director of the immigration office, Delamini, had received the call and had sprung from the bed just like a flashback.
Was there any place Zhang Menglong had visited that hadn't been thrown into chaos? Who now would dare let a man like Zhang Menglong into their country without inviting a wolf into their home?
Moreover, among those who had previously involved themselves in the currency market and had even organized a fighter jet attack on Zhang Menglong, they too had participated! Could this be considered a mortal feud? Was Zhang Menglong here this time to make trouble for them? Had he chosen them to make an example?
Guilt-ridden, Delamini panicked at once—letting him in meant not just for a week or two, but even if it were only three to five days, the whole country would be turned upside down!
