A few minutes later, Ghost Hand found the opposite party from the files, and upon further inspection, he realized it was Madela, the captain of the South Africa Royal Guard. Everyone exchanged glances, and Ghost Hand was stunned. They had only t once during the last competition, and barely interacted. How did such a prominent figure end up here? And rely standing guard at the door? Everyone looked at Hong ihua, knowing the gravity of the situation, and dared not express their opinions.
"I'll report to the higher-ups imdiately." Hong ihua quickly took out her phone and went to the inner room to make a call.
Everyone exchanged glances. If it were an ordinary person, it might be for vacation. But Madela's unique status ant he couldn't easily travel abroad for leisure; there must be sothing going on here. Lan Xing glared at the three, annoyed, and said, "Finally got a holiday, and you chose to drink exotic drinks? It's not like the hotel doesn't have alcohol! Now trouble has co from drinking, and if the vacation is ruined, you owe a compensation."
"It really might be ruined." Ghost Hand said with a sheepish grin.
"I knew nothing good would co of this." Lan Xing said helplessly, suddenly raising an eyebrow as she thought of sothing, and asked, "Do you have any grudges with him?"
"No, we t once before the competition, and after it started, we never saw him again. Almost couldn't recognize him just now; he's lost so weight and doesn't look in good spirits." Ghost Hand said thoughtfully.
"No grudges, that's good. It ans he's not here for us." Lan Xing said with delight.
The three chatted casually for a while, then Hong ihua ca out from the inner room, and with a serious expression, looked at Ghost Hand and said: "Ghost hasn't woken up yet, Xue Er is with him, but the three of you have t him, so you're kind of acquaintances. Ghost Hand, you represent us and go find out what he's here for."
"I go publicly?" Ghost Hand asked Hong ihua in surprise.
"Yes, he should have entered under another identity. Since he's appearing publicly, it shows he has no hostile intentions toward our country, and we should remain calm. The higher-ups want to clarify his intentions and offer him a courteous send-off, no need to complicate matters." Hong ihua explained.
"Right, just send him off, don't ruin my holiday." Lan Xing agreed.
Everyone knew Lan Xing was just talking; if sothing happened, she'd be the first to fight. Ghost Hand laughed and said, "Alright, I'll take them ho. Does anyone want to co with ?"
"The four of us should go together, but Lan Xing doesn't need to co; you all are too drunk and if caught by the police, it'll be a hassle. I'll drive you, then the three of us can wait outside as backup, while you go inside. Co on, or they'll leave." Hong ihua reminded.
The three quickly got up, drove the sa car and left again. They stopped near the bar, and with the round trip, the alcohol on Ghost Hand wore off a bit. He opened the door and walked towards the bar, just as Madela stepped out from the bar, looking around cautiously. Perhaps due to Ghost Hand's presence, Madela quickly spotted him and hastened to block in front of his companions, signaling everyone to wait.
Madela was accompanied by two other people, dressed as Africans in suits, one holding a briefcase, the other wearing glasses, both around fifty, exuding an extraordinary aura, looking suspiciously ahead, another person resembling a bodyguard also took a step forward.
Ghost Hand saw the quartet stop, acting as if facing a formidable enemy, knowing that their motive was not simple, nor were their identities. He didn't reveal anything, slightly spread his hands, indicating no hostility, and looked at Madela with a calm expression. Madela, vigilant, recognized Ghost Hand and muttered a few words to soone beside him, then ca forward.
"I didn't expect to see you here, still don't know your na." Madela asked with a smile, using fluent international common language, his face friendly, but eyes full of caution.
"Madela? Am I right?" Ghost Hand smiled and said, "Don't be tense, let's find sowhere to talk?"
"Sure, let my companions leave first, how about it?" Madela said with an indifferent expression, but the wariness in his eyes intensified.
"No, if you recognize , you should know my identity. Given my status, it's natural not to interfere with your freedom of action. But since you're here, I naturally represent the country; so things are better clarified to avoid misunderstandings. My presence alone shows no hostility, don't you agree?" Ghost Hand said, smiling lightly, with an undeniable assertiveness in his tone.
Madela cautiously looked around, murmured a few words to soone beside him, and then said, "Alright, let's go inside and talk." And with the other three, returned to the bar.
Ghost Hand followed closely, walked through the lobby, down the corridor to the private room where Madela was previously, the waiter cleaning the room saw the guests return and asked in surprise, "Do you still need the room?"
"You can leave now." Ghost Hand said outside.
The waiter gave Ghost Hand a puzzled look, didn't ask much, and quickly left. Ghost Hand entered and saw two elderly people already seated, Madela standing beside them, cautiously watching Ghost Hand, while another bodyguard stood outside on watch. Ghost Hand casually took a stool and sat down, glanced at the two elderly people, his eyes falling on Madela, and said lightly, "We're all in the sa field, so let's not beat around the bush. I was sent to ask if there's anything you need help with?"
"Don't worry, we're just here on vacation, not intending to be hostile to your country." Madela quickly said.
"You're not being honest, would you believe that if I said it to you?" Ghost Hand said with a light smile, looking at the two silent middle-aged n, continuing, "Since you're appearing publicly, you should know identifying you is easy for us. Without hostility, we'll treat you courteously; otherwise, you know the rules."
"You're here representing the country?" The middle-aged man with glasses suddenly asked in international common language.
"Of course, is there anything I can do for you?" Ghost Hand smiled lightly.
"Not at all, I wish to make a deal with your country, can you deliver the ssage?" The middle-aged man continued.
"Depends on the deal; who are you?" Ghost Hand beca serious, calmly observing the other and asked.
"He's the heir to our African human rights spirit leader." Madela quickly interjected.
"I know your spiritual successor, a Nobel ****** winner, dedicated a lifeti to diverse ethnic groups, a respected figure, regarded as National Father. You're the successor?" Ghost Hand asked in surprise.
"Accurately, a spiritual successor, now just a refugee..." the other said heavily.
"Stop." Ghost Hand quickly interrupted, "Your country's political affairs don't concern , nor do I want to know. Tell about your deal?"
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