Chapter 3477: The Real Hunting Target

At this moment, the bar was in utter chaos.

The people who had just been drinking, listening to music, and dancing were now all screaming in terror.

But though they were afraid, they dared not defy these black-clad armed men, so they all raised their hands and crouched on the ground.

Bernard Arnault was terrified to the extreme, his first instinctive reaction being that these people must have come to kidnap him.

After all, he was a famously wealthy tycoon on the Forbes rich list.

Tawana was also extremely frightened, believing these people's target was her, as a similar incident had recently occurred in Japan.

The black-clad men walked up to Bernard Arnault, grabbed the little old man from the crowd like catching a rabbit, lifted him up, and sneered: "Mr. Arnault, you look much younger in person than on television."

Bernard Arnault said somewhat nervously: "Who exactly are you? What do you want by barging in here?"

"What do we want?" the black-clad man snarled with a vicious laugh: "We naturally came to extort money, and incidentally want to make a big splash so the world knows of our existence and our capabilities."

Having said that, he raised an eyebrow at Bernard Arnault and smiled: "Come on, Mr. Arnault, pick up your phone and call the highest-ranking Maldivian official you know to inform them of the situation here, so they can send elite troops to rescue you."

"Oh right, I almost forgot—Maldives doesn't have any elite troops anyway, just some poorly trained, poorly equipped third-rate soldiers."

Bernard Arnault was extremely nervous and hastily stammered: "Rest assured, I will definitely not secretly report this to anyone! If you want money, all the cash on White Horse Island can be given to you; if that's not enough, give me a bank account and I'll have my assistant transfer the funds immediately—just don't harm us, and everything can be negotiated!"

The black-clad man's expression suddenly turned ferocious as he raised his hand and slapped Bernard Arnault, drawing blood from the corner of his mouth, and shouted angrily: "You fucking think I'm joking with you? I told you to call, so you'd better call! Say one more word of nonsense, and I'll break both your legs!"

Bernard Arnault then realized the other party truly wanted him to call for help.

So he cautiously asked: "I have the contact information for their defense minister—can I call him directly?"

"Of course!" the black-clad leader said with a grin: "Call now, immediately."

Bernard Arnault then pulled out his phone, about to dial, when he suddenly noticed the "no signal" icon in the upper right corner, and with a anguished face said: "Sorry, our network just had a glitch—all communications and internet are down, so I can't contact the outside world."

Upon hearing this, the black-clad man's anger flared instantly; he raised his hand and slapped Bernard Arnault again, hard, knocking out two of his molars, and raged: "Are you fucking mocking me? Such a big island, and no internet?"

"It's true..." Bernard Arnault, having been slapped twice consecutively, felt both deeply wronged and terrified.

He could only choke out: "Originally, our network and communications were fine, but for some reason they suddenly went down. I even wanted to send someone to check what happened—then you guys showed up..."

At this moment, the black-clad man also pulled out his phone, looked down, and indeed saw no signal, instantly fuming with rage.

Today he was supposed to create a global sensation to achieve his multiple goals.

But now the network is down, and all his plans have been affected.

Enraged beyond restraint, he grabbed Bernard Arnault's collar, eyes bulging, and snarled: "I don't care what method you use—you must notify the Maldivian authorities, or I'll take your life!"

After saying that, he turned toward the already-terrified Tawana in the crowd and coldly said: "Miss Svetlana, you're an international top-tier superstar—do you have any way to contact the Maldivian authorities?"

Tawana shook her head like a rattle-drum and blurted: "I... I'm visiting the Maldives for the first time, and I haven't even greeted their officials beforehand..."

"Damn it!"

The black-clad leader picked up his gun and fired at Bernard Arnault's right knee; the bullet instantly shattered his kneecap, bone fragments and copious blood and flesh exploding outward.

Bernard Arnault crashed to the ground with a boom, writhing in agony, emitting pig-slaughter-like howls.

The black-clad man pointed his gun at him: "White Horse Island is yours—any problems on White Horse Island are your responsibility! I don't care what method you use—you must find a way to restore the network for me!"

Bernard Arnault endured the excruciating pain and asked the manager: "Hurry up and find a way to notify the technicians to repair the equipment—see if there's a problem with the equipment!"

The black-clad man said to his nearby subordinates: "Take that person with you; if anyone tries any tricks, shoot them on the spot!"

"Yes!" several men immediately nodded vigorously, dragging the soul-less manager out.

At this moment, the black-clad leader walked onto the stage where Tawana had just performed, took the microphone, and smiled: "Everyone, don't be afraid—I'll introduce myself. I'm Wan Tianxiao, a member of the renowned mercenary organization Wanlong Temple. As long as you cooperate obediently, I won't harm any of you. But if anyone dares to play tricks on me, I'll surely blow their head off with a gun!"

"Wanlong Temple?!"

Many in the crowd stared in disbelief.

This naturally included Hamid.

Hamid's first thought was to quickly reveal his identity and tell this Wan Tianxiao of Wanlong Temple that he had a good relationship with their leader, Wan Pojun.

But the next second, he suddenly realized something was off.

He didn't know what form or style the former Wanlong Temple took, nor whether they'd carry out similar terrorist attacks.

However, the Wanlong Temple subdued by Ye Chen could never possibly do such a thing—let alone Ye Chen himself being on the island; even if Wan Pojun came, he wouldn't dare act recklessly.

This meant the man calling himself Wan Tianxiao before them was absolutely not a member of Wanlong Temple!

Then why would he impersonate Wanlong Temple?!

Hamid's mind raced, and he suddenly recalled that these people had actually done the opposite of their usual behavior—they wanted to notify the Maldivian authorities and make a big scene.

In other words, they were surely trying to find a world-shocking terrorist attack to frame Wanlong Temple!

At this moment, the self-proclaimed Wan Tianxiao, the black-clad leader, let his eyes wander a few times over the terrified crowd and landed on Hamid beside the two pregnant women.

His pupils contracted slightly, then he silently turned his head to look at someone else.

Actually, tonight, Hamid is his true target to hunt down!