Female President's Protector

After a while, it was obvious that many people came here with long guns and short cannons.

"Damn it, a son of the godfather of the underworld can actually attract so many reporters?" Seeing these reporters rushing in, Ye Tian couldn't help being startled.

Even China's stars are not so exaggerated, right?

It's incredible.

"You don't know that although Darnell's father is the godfather of the underworld, he often appears in some charitable organizations and will actively donate money." Yang Ming said bitterly.

"Hehe, I guess I just want to clean up."

"Well, they established a company with an annual income of 100 billion Indonesian rupiah in Indonesia's financial rankings."

Hearing Yang Ming's words, Shura curled his lips in disdain and said, "It's only 100 billion Indonesian rupiah!"

"That's all?" Yang Ming's eyes widened, full of disbelief.

"What a fuss, 100 billion Indonesian rupiah is just over 500 million Huaxia coins." Shura shrugged and said.

"Whether it's 100 billion or 500 million, I don't have it anyway." Yang Ming was taken aback. According to the latest exchange rate, it was indeed the case.

But with a monthly income of tens of billions, it is one of the best companies in Indonesia.

After all, everyone knows that this country is poor.

"Okay, let's go and go back to that hotel after we finish eating." Zhang Yi thought for a moment, and took advantage of the reporters rushing out, so they could sneak away.

"Boss, I don't think we should leave." Thinking of something, Luo Yucheng, who had always been reticent, looked at the restaurant owner with a worried expression on his face and said.

Zhang Yi was startled, shook his head lightly and said, "Don't worry, he won't have this chance to take revenge."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's go." Zhang Yi suddenly stood up without explaining so much.

"Woo, I haven't finished eating yet." Li Xuqian looked at the delicious food on the table with resentment in his eyes.

"Boss, how much is it?" Tang Wanru stood up and walked to the restaurant owner, and said softly.

The restaurant owner looked back from the second floor: "10."

"Huaxia Coin?"

The restaurant owner was startled and almost bit his tongue: "Indonesian rupiah."

"So cheap?" Tang Wanru muttered in a low voice, looking at the dishes on the table. If these dishes were in Huaxia, they would cost at least tens of thousands, but they don't know that it is so cheap here. If 10 Indonesian rupiah is converted into Huaxia currency, it is only 50. About yuan.

After Tang Wanru settled the bill, she gave Zhang Yi a resentful look, then quickly chased after him, holding his arm.

"Why are you so happy?"

Hearing that Zhang Yi actually took the initiative to ask herself, Tang Wanru felt that she was so happy, she pursed her lips and smiled lightly: "Consumption here is very cheap, we just ate so much and it only cost [-] Indonesian rupiah."

After finishing speaking, like a little girl, she showed her white teeth and said with a smile, "Shall we all come to eat in the future?"

The corners of Zhang Yi's mouth twitched slightly. If he didn't understand Tang Wanru's meaning, he would be a ghost. He smiled embarrassingly and prevaricated casually.

Back in the small hotel in the Catholic Church, Zhang Yi's room became extremely crowded.

The five Baitian, Xiu Luo, He He, Tang Wanru, Yang Ming, Li Haonan, a total of 11 people plus Yi Ying stayed in this small room.

"Scum!" After a long time, Li Xuqian's eyes seemed to burst into flames, almost smashing her beloved computer to pieces.

"I found out what Yang Ming said. At the beginning, the authorities just dealt with it casually, and Darnell said that the Chinese in Indonesia are worse than dogs, and they are only given to lick their shoes."

"In this regard, our Huaxia reporter found him, but the reporter disappeared the next day."

"And that was covered up."

Hearing Li Xuqian's words, everyone was furious, and the temperature in the whole room turned cold in vain.

"Those who are small but not inferior, those who are weak but not afraid of the strong, those who are rude and insult their neighbors, those who are greedy and clumsy in making friends will die." Zhang Yi said coldly with his eyes fixed.

If Zhang Guoxing was here, he would definitely look weird, because he had said this sentence before.

Indeed, in recent years, this has been the case regardless of the Philippines, Vietnam or Indonesia.

A small country in a small area actually shields these people against the Chinese, it's just courting death!

"I suddenly understood why the higher-ups sent you here." Li Haonan thought for a moment, then stared at Zhang Yi and said.

He clearly remembered that when he received this mission, Dragon God repeatedly told Zhang Yi to go.

First, the opponent is indeed very powerful. If there is no Zhang Yilai, not to mention the cultural relics, maybe the members of Longxi will suffer another disaster. It is precisely because Zhang Yi, the pervert, that things are so simple;

Second, he guessed the most important point, to avenge the dead.

Although the embassy has never received such a report, it must be that the Chinese are under the control of someone, so they cannot speak out.

But it is very likely that the above has received wind, because there is no evidence.

Now, as soon as Zhang Yi comes over, many things will come to light, and everything this so-called underworld master has done will be exposed.

However, Zhang Yi had enough evidence, and the Indonesian officials had to weigh up if they really wanted to cover up Darnell, whether they would dare to openly confront China, a superpower.

"Maybe." Zhang Yi raised his eyebrows lightly. He didn't know why. He felt that this time it would definitely not be that simple, but he didn't know where the problem was, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Boss, I want to kill him right now, what should I do?" Li Xuqian clenched his fists and said coldly.

Zhang Yi walked to the window, looked at the road outside, and said calmly, "Don't be so anxious."

"I said that the revenge of the seniors of Longxi must be avenged, and the humiliation suffered by the Chinese here must also be avenged."

After speaking, Zhang Yi picked up the phone after pondering for a while, edited a text message and sent it out.

Jakarta, basement!

The big man smiled slightly: "Reaper sent someone to send weapons, it seems that he wants to play big in Bandung."

"He doesn't have someone named Temple of Killing God?" The black man was slightly taken aback, full of puzzlement.

"No, he has always been very confident and cautious. He probably guessed that this time is not easy, so he didn't dispatch God Killer."

"Is there any way for you to gather the people from the Temple of Killing God and the Temple of Death?" the black man asked with a frown.

"Sorry, the Temple of Killing God and the Temple of Death God only listen to his orders, I can't do it." The big man was slightly taken aback, shrugged and said.

"How many people can you get out of hellfire?" The black man nodded and asked the short middle-aged man.

"Up to a hundred ninjas."

"One hundred?" The black man was taken aback, his brows furrowed tightly: "It's a bit small."

"I've tried my best, there are only a few people left."

"Then we, the Catholic Church, will use our strength. I want to see if the god of death has overwhelming energy, hmph!"