Cos Island.
Jing Wu Ichiro requested a meeting, which surprised Yu He.
After all, the IS Organization and the Black Mouth Group of Beihai Country never had any dealings.
Yu He appeared very calm, with almost no expression on her face, and asked quietly, "Why does Jing Wu Ichiro want to see me?"
"He said he would like to talk to you."
The heavily made-up woman whispered in her ear with a lowered voice.
But her face looked unpleasant, even a bit grave.
"Heh."
Yu He chuckled softly, exchanged a glance with Ye Xuan, and said coldly, "Alright, I'll meet him."
The meeting with Jing Wu Ichiro was arranged outside the ballroom.
Ye Xuan transformed into Yu He's bodyguard, closely following behind her.
And the heavily made-up woman stayed by Ye Xuan's side.
Soon.
Outside the ballroom.
By this time, the music had long since stopped.
A group of men in black suits stood in the ballroom, faces cold and expressionless.
The people who had been dancing were actually driven out.
