"Who are you people? FBI? Or the Central Intelligence Agency?" the tall black man asked in terror.

"It doesn't matter even if I tell you. Before you die, just tell me where your boss is now and who he's trading the smuggled diamonds with?" Luo Chao asked coldly.

"Smuggled diamonds! How do you even know someone's smuggling diamonds?" The tall black man was obviously surprised.

Then, the tall black man thought for a moment and said, "Hahaha, even if you know, so what! I would rather die than tell you where our boss is trading now! Because if I betray that man, I'll face a fate worse than death!"

"Then I'll mercifully let you die!" Luo Chao mercilessly chopped off the tall black man's head.

"Why did you kill him! Now how do we find the diamonds and the green-hatted white man?" Xu Qianqian said anxiously.

"Bring the micro-camera and follow me. I know where they are." Luo Chao smiled slightly.

"Wow! Really? You're like a modern Sherlock Holmes!" Xu Qianqian said excitedly.

Luo Chao secretly smiled bitterly; wasn't it just because he found the wanted answer using telepathy in the black guy's mind!

But it's better to be considered Sherlock Holmes than to be considered a mind-peeping pervert!

Through the search in the tall black man's mind just now, Luo Chao learned that the leader of the "West Africa Patriots" had taken several subordinates to a junkyard with scrapped cars on the outskirts of New York City for a transaction.

So, after Xu Qianqian reported the hotel situation to the police, Luo Chao rushed towards the outskirts of New York City with her!

At a junkyard with scrapped cars on the outskirts of New York City, two groups were standing face to face.

On one side were five black men, but four were black men in black suits, and the other was a short, stout black man in a leather coat.

On the other side was the green-hatted white youth they had been desperately searching for.

The green-hatted white youth spoke, "These diamonds, I'll sell them back to you for only nine million US dollars."

The short, stout black man in the leather coat heard the white youth's offer and said with a smile, "Friend, that's not how business works. The first time we sold these diamonds, it was for fifteen million US dollars, and now you want me to buy them back for nine million? You're joking!"

"Then eight and a half million! No lower, or I won't sell them." The white youth's voice became quieter, obviously lacking confidence.

"I'll make it clear! These diamonds were stolen from your boss, right!? Who else can you sell them to apart from me!? Unless you're not afraid of being double-crossed by New York City's gangs and the FBI!" The leather coat black man saw through the white youth's trick.

"Then tell me! How much are you willing to pay!?" the white youth said.

"I'll give you a fair price! No more, no less, two million US dollars! I'll buy them all!" The leather coat black man offered his final price.

The white youth wanted to say "no" at first, but after careful consideration, he nodded, agreeing to this "fair price."

The leather coat black man saw him nod and walked over to the white youth, patting his shoulder, "Brother, where are the diamonds? Go get them!"

"Follow me." The white youth indicated for the leather coat black man to follow him.

They went to a scrapped Cadillac SUV, where the white youth opened the hood and took out a black suitcase.

"It's all here," the white youth said.

"Open it and check." The leather coat black man instructed one of his subordinates.

So, a black man in a suit stepped forward and opened the black suitcase, revealing many diamonds inside.

Seeing this, the black man responsible for inspecting the diamonds nodded to his boss.

"All right, now give me my money." The white youth said nervously.

"Brother, don't be afraid. We West Africa Patriots always conduct business with integrity. Michael, go get two million US dollars for our friend from the car." The leather coat black man ordered.

The black man named Michael responded and ran towards their car.

Soon, Michael returned with a silver suitcase.

He opened the suitcase, showing the neatly stacked US dollars inside, then tossed the suitcase to the white youth.

The white youth took the suitcase, looked at them, hugged it tightly, and walked away.

The leather coat black man watched the white youth's departing figure, took a puff of his cigar, and pulled out a dagger.

He swung the dagger in the air and then threw it towards the white youth's neck.

With a "thud," the dagger pierced the white youth's neck. He fell to the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he finally stopped breathing for good.

"Heh heh, I told you we West Africa Patriots do business with integrity, two million for all of you, and we're square! Mutombo, go burn his body and the two million together, let him take it to Hell to use! Hahaha!" The leather coat black man said with a cold smile.

"Did you record everything?" Luo Chao asked from a dark corner nearby.

"Of course I recorded it, go teach them a lesson! Then I can make Night Blade a hero known worldwide!" Xu Qianqian said to Luo Chao.

"Sure, watch me!" Luo Chao replied, drawing out a melon knife, ready to go teach them a lesson.

"Wait, remember to leave a witness! And don't let them burn the green-hatted white youth's body, that's evidence!" Xu Qianqian stopped Luo Chao to add.

"Got it!" Luo Chao charged in with the knife, thinking, "After tonight, it'll be my time to become famous, and I'll become a nightmare for all evil forces!"

Mutombo took out a can of gasoline from the car, preparing to destroy the evidence according to his boss's instructions.

But at that moment, a figure clad in black and gold armor wielding a melon knife stood in front of him.

He was about to shout to alert his companions, but before he could, he felt himself being lifted and spinning in the air, landing on the ground.

"Huh? Did I just get shorter? How come this headless body looks so much like my own?" was the last thought in Mutombo's mind before he died.

Luo Chao shook the blood off his melon knife and then walked towards the two black men, who were smoking with their backs to him.

A double kill, mercilessly, and two round heads flew up!

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