บท 398: The ice of Antarctica learnt how to melt in the fiery passionate fire of love.

Back in Caracas, Venezuela;

In a big empty conference room, Feng Shufen was sitting alone, working on some of the files in his laptop when suddenly Gao Fan gave a small knock at the door. Seeing his President giving nods in the acceptance of the request, he came sauntering in.

"President Feng, our men are keeping an eye on the base of Black Scorpion. Things seemed under control now but we cannot be sure yet". Gao Fan reported, extending the video on the tablet he had in his hand.

But the man showed no interest in watching the video. Like it never piqued any of his interest nerves. "Keep your eyes on them. I won't want the things to be repeated again even if that means abolishing them from their own turf".