Hearing Kane's words, Huang Lun was a bit angry: "We helped you, and you repay us with enmity? You Mexicans are indeed a bunch of villains!"
Kane listened, lowering his head with a gloomy expression.
"Haha!" That middle-aged man sneered coldly: "You international fugitives committed crimes in Milan and want to escape to our country for asylum? That's utterly ignorant! And also, our two reconnaissance planes, were they blown up by you? You want to instigate a conflict between us and Milan and then divert attention, right?"
Yang Tian did not answer the middle-aged man's question, but looked around.
He frowned and said, "Where is Guo Zhen?"
"Are you talking about a Huaxia person named Guo Zhen here?" The middle-aged man sneered coldly: "He is also your accomplice. We have controlled him and will escort him back together later, then hand him over to Milan!"
"Oh."
