Virtual World.
In the toy factory, newly arrived militants surrounded the facility and Lin Chuan.
The workers huddled behind the machines, shivering with fear.
Suddenly, the air was filled with a deadly seriousness.
At this moment, one of the militants shouted loudly, "Who's in charge here?"
He wasn't speaking Chinese, but Malay.
Throughout his experiences of 'fraud' in life, Lin Chuan had learned some Southeast Asian languages, so he could understand and engage in basic communication.
Lin Chuan looked at the militants and reluctantly answered, "Me."
Then, the militants parted, and a middle-aged man emerged.
Lin Chuan looked up.
The man was dressed in a black combat uniform with a holstered handgun on his waist, his stature somewhat bulky, overshadowing those around him, exuding a strong presence.
The moonlight was bright and clear, illuminating his thick black hair and dark skin as he walked towards Lin Chuan, his piercing eyes like those of a cheetah fixed on Lin Chuan.