Representatives of Kyushu and Kunlun stood opposite each other under the plane tree.
One was a young man, the other a middle-aged man.
One wore a gray suit, while the other was dressed in a black Sun Yat-sen suit.
The world seemed to split apart from the trunk of the plane tree between them, forming a stark and intense contrast.
Former comrades, yet now rivals.
"I'm curious, you are far away in Jingcheng yet you come to Los Angeles City twice a month. Is there something attracting you here?" Zheng Yuandong asked calmly under the plane tree.
He Jinqiu smiled, "Mr. Zheng is joking. Last night, Kunlun successfully captured four criminals. How could Kyushu not come to take a look and also offer congratulations?"
"This is an internal matter for Kunlun, no congratulations are necessary," Zheng Yuandong responded casually, "And with five more still at large, no one has time to celebrate."