Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Soon, the officials arrived. A young man in a black suit, holding a tablet, walked up to them with a professional yet indifferent expression.

"Hello everyone, please place any items you brought out of the danger zone on the table so I can register and collect them."

Han Che and his two companions placed their backpacks on the table. The officials took them out one by one, placed them on the table, scanned them with the camera of a tablet, and then registered them.

The registration was completed in no time. The official's gaze lingered on another bag beside Han Che, and he said with a smile, "Sir, may I register this bag for you as well?"

As she reached for it, Han Che grabbed the bag, saying, "I don't need this."

The official's smile faltered for a moment. He withdrew his fingers, but his expression remained polite. "Sir, official recycling offers better protection; we suggest you stay here..."

"I said no!" Han Che interrupted the other person, emphasizing his words.

The official was taken aback, then gave an awkward smile. "Okay, that's all for now. You can all leave after you've rested." He then left the lounge.

The payment was then transferred to the accounts of the three individuals. The backpack that Han Che brought into the dam contained items worth over 100,000 yuan, which was not a large sum.

The other two ladies weren't much better off, their losses were around 100,000 to 200,000 yuan.

This time, I spent most of my time with those people learning the locations in the administration building, and they were the ones who took most of the things.

Han Che was about to get up and leave when Old K, who had just finished, came over. "Boss Han, you've worked hard! How about we grab a casual dinner tonight?"

Han Che glanced down at Xiaobai, whose expression was clearly displeased, and said, "Never mind, I was quite badly injured at the dam today and I'm a bit tired. Let's do it another day."

Old K didn't press the matter further. He smiled, placed the gun he was carrying on the table in front of Han Che, and his two henchmen followed suit.

"Alright, then I won't bother you any longer. This is the escort fee, as we agreed beforehand."

Han Che was taken aback, then reached out to grab Old K, "No need for so many! We agreed, just one round is enough!"

Old K twisted his body, dodging Han Che's hand, and fled towards the door with his two henchmen. He talked as he walked, his voice carrying from the doorway, growing fainter and fainter.

"That's all I wanted to say. Here you go. I've added your contact information from the postcard! Please accept my request!"

The lounge door closed. Han Che's hand was still outstretched in mid-air.

Han Che looked at the three G3s on the table. Although they weren't expensive guns like the M7, each one was worth more than the bag of "junk" he had brought with him.

Wang Zhi had finished at some point and walked over from the other side, greeting Han Che.

"Brother Han, I'm leaving too, bye-bye."

He glanced at the three G3s on the table, then at Han Che, and then put his own gun on the table as well.

He knew the CAR15 wasn't worth much, but he still put it up there.

Before Han Che could say anything, Wang Zhi had already turned and left, waving his hand quickly without looking back.

Han Che stared at the gun, remained silent for two seconds, then looked at Xiao Bai, whose face was cold, and said, "Uh, how come Old K is so different from when I first met him? I remember he was quite a jerk the first time I met him?"

Xiao Bai snorted through its nose, sounding annoyed.

"He's the kind of person who's a jerk. He'll bully anyone who doesn't submit to him, and he'll willingly act like a dog to anyone he's afraid of. He deserves to be taught a lesson."

Han Che grinned, sensing that Xiao Bai's words had a hidden meaning, and looked at Qiu Ying hoping she could interpret them.

Qiu Ying sighed, put down her phone, and leaned back. "This Old K is a very old employee of the Ace Club. Taking advantage of the Ace Club's relatively large size and status among small clubs, he tried every means to disgust us when Xiao Bai first founded the 78 Club."

She started counting on her fingers. "Including but not limited to targeted sniping in dangerous areas, calling in multiple people to engage in malicious attacks, spreading rumors in club support communities, and other disgusting things. Let's not even mention the other minor things. In short, he has every single one of the thuggish traits."

She paused, glancing at Xiaobai. Xiaobai didn't speak, her eyes fixed on the window.

"It's not that he's targeting Xiaobai; he's disgusting to everyone indiscriminately."

"That's why the 78 Club has improved in strength and reputation recently, so he has become more restrained towards us, but he is still very rude to Mule."

"In short, he's a bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong. You probably beat him into submission last time, which is why he's being so polite to you this time. Anyway, he's not a good person. I suggest you stay away from him."

No wonder Xiaobai was so hostile towards that Old K. When they were in the portal plaza, Xiaobai immediately pulled out his gun butt to hit him.

He initially thought Xiaobai had a bad temper, but now he knows it's because of an old grudge.

"Is he from China? His features don't seem like it, but he doesn't have much of an accent either," Han Che asked curiously.

"You bastard, you mongrel," Xiaobai said coldly.

"?" Han Che was taken aback.

"What Xiaobai means is that Lao K is of mixed race. His name is all Ks, a long and very tongue-twisting name. It should be written on his postcards. He didn't choose a Chinese name for himself, so everyone just calls him Lao K," Qiuying explained.

Han Che took out the postcard that Old K had given him before. At the bottom of the card was written a string of words: Kael Kenrick Kross.

Han Che stammered, "K...K...Kenrick? K...what?"

Han Che couldn't read it at all. At first, he thought it was some kind of famous quote written there. It was so long, and it was actually a name.

"Kyle Kenrick Cross," Little White interrupted.

"Wow, Boss Xiaobai is really amazing, he knows all the words he got!" Han Che exclaimed, giving a thumbs up.

"Alright, what's the point of saying so much? Let's go back and take these guns." Xiaobai stood up, and the three of them prepared to leave.

The door to the lounge was pushed open again, and five staff members in black uniforms filed in quickly.

Two people stood on either side of the door, pushed it open, and stood ramrod straight. The person behind them stepped aside to make way for them.

An elderly man walked in from outside. His hair was somewhat gray but neatly combed, and he wore a dark gray suit without a tie, his shirt collar open.

Han Che knew at a glance that this person was definitely a leader.

Xiao Bai was sitting on a chair, looking at her phone with her body turned to the side. She heard the door open and looked up.

Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes widened a little.

"Gentlemen," the man said with a smile as he approached the three. "Please wait a moment."