Heavenly Reversal Gang's days in the United States were carefree and, in the blink of an eye, it was already September. The American sun had turned Feng Zhixiao a wheatish tan, and everyone who saw him would call out "Gu Tianle".
One day in September, at the Heavenly Reversal Gang's headquarters in San Francisco, California, two special visitors arrived. That afternoon, while the sun was still hanging in the sky, Feng Zhixiao and Liu the Tyrant were on duty at the headquarters. Xiao Bai, Li Tieniu and others had gone to other state capitals. Now, the power of Heavenly Reversal Gang had spread across the entire United States. With the support of Obama, naturally, their influence was massive, and in no time they had become an international gang, surpassing Japan's Yakuza and Italy's mafia.
"Zhi Xiao, we have guests!" Xiao Er rushed in hurriedly.
"Huh? What sort of guests?" Feng Zhixiao asked in surprise.
