Explosion and Conflict
Editor: Atlas Studios
About twenty men in black sat around the bar gazing around coldly.
Edron, who had brown curly hair, sat in the middle of the table and knocked its surface impatiently.
Edron looked at his men and asked, "What time is it?"
"10:30"
"Where is York? Why isn't he here yet?" Edron shouted, "Call him!"
"The phone could not get through."
Edron slammed the table. "What is this fellow doing?"
His men reminded, "Boss, are we still waiting for him? The French police have been keeping a tight watch."
"What are you afraid of? This Parisian trash… They can't even take care of a bunch of refugees, yet they want to deal with us?" Edron laughed coldly. However, he thought about it and said, "Call them and ask. We can't wait for him all night."
At that moment, the bar's door was kicked open and Zhao Yao walked in with the bearded man. He pointed to Edron and asked, "Is it him?"