"Sir, someone is assassinating our people."
Far away in Colombia, Red Demon was sitting in a chair having tea with a local drug lord when suddenly one of his subordinates came rushing in and whispered something in his ear.
"Sorry, I need to step out for a moment."
Red Demon excused himself to the person opposite him, and then followed his subordinate out, frowning as he asked in a low voice, "What's happened?"
"Our people who went to Egypt to look for the sacred beetle have been assassinated."
"Was it Chomhzi's doing?"
"They left a note saying they are from the Human Restoration Society."
"Human Restoration Society." Red Demon's brow furrowed deeply as he paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, "Where is that bug hiding? Right now, I'm not in the mood to contend with Gu Tao, our first priority is to kill the sacred beetle to avenge Mr. Chan."
"Sir, the Human Restoration Society is not an affiliate of Al-Qaeda, and even Al-Qaeda is on their wanted list."
