"Is that you? Mr. Jin! Misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! We didn't mean to target you with this!"
Seeing their cover blown, a few international criminals known as "Black" dropped their pretense in a panic, their accents changing from the posh Central African tones to the more grounded West Coast drawl.
"Relax, I'm not planning to do anything to you. I'm not interested in your little schemes, and I haven't suffered any loss. I'll keep you around because you might still be useful. I'm thinking of selling you to some Central African tycoons, sending you back to your homeland. They're real members of the Royal Family, and I guess they'd be pretty pissed off to learn that someone's sullying their image and dignity on the international stage. They'll probably look forward to venting their frustration on you." Allen Zhang said with a smile as he patted their shoulders reassuringly.
The Black people were nearly in tears. What was the difference between this and death?
