After a while, a skinny black man was brought in.
This black man had a stubble and wore an expensive suit. He looked decent, but he was abnormally thin, and his eyes were as dim as a layer of fog.
However, Dlamini was not surprised at all when he saw the black man's appearance. Of course he knew what kind of character the man in front of him was, he was just a drug addict who even his family had given up on.
As soon as he saw Dlamini, the black man suddenly showed a fearful but excited look, "E-Ettore, I have good news to inform you!"
"Inder, do you have the money to pay me back?" Dlamini frowned, "Also, don't call me by another name, we are not that close."
"Okay, Dlamini." The black man smiled awkwardly, "I know, I still owe you five million rand, but it doesn't matter, I came with good news today."
"Okay, if what you bring is indeed 'good news', I can consider giving you a few more days of grace." Dlamini sneered.
"Just a few days of grace?" The middle-aged man shook his head, showing a mysterious expression, "This matter is related to your political future..."
With that said, the middle-aged man wanted to get close to Dlamini, but was stopped by the bodyguard.
"Let him come over."
Dlamini waved his hand. After all, the other party was a member of the Mandela family. As the "first family" of the Rainbow Nation, the man in front of him would not act as a killer to attack him.
The middle-aged man then walked up to Dlamini and lowered his voice, "Dlamini, do you want to be supported by my family?"
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Two hours later.
Three jet-black high-end cars moved from far to near, and finally stopped in front of a warehouse in Simon's Town, Cape Town's Southern Peninsula District.
"This is it."
In the car, the black man named Indel rubbed his hands excitedly, "Representatives of our family are waiting for your arrival inside."
"Are you serious?" Dlamini looked at the desolate landscape around him and suddenly showed a vigilant look. "Indel Mandela, do you know what price you will pay for deceiving me, even if you are 'him' descendants."
"Of course I know."
Indel looked nonchalant, "But because of our political opponents, we can only discuss it with you here. What's more, I'm right here. If something goes wrong, you can question me immediately, right?"
Hearing this, Dlamini took a deep look at Inder and then got out of the car.
"Hiss..."
However, just when Indel lowered his head and got out of the car, he suddenly made a sound of air-conditioning due to the wound being pulled.
Dlamini looked subconsciously and found that there was a short wound on the back of Inder's neck, but it had been sutured.
Not only that, the wound was sewn with extreme precision, a master-level technique.
"What's wrong with the back of your neck?"
"The back of my neck?" Indel forced a smile, his lips seemed a little pale due to pain, "It was from a fall. I accidentally fell down this morning..."
"That was a really hard fall."
Dlamini stopped asking, and instead winked at several bodyguards. Immediately, two bodyguards stepped forward and opened the rolling shutter door of the warehouse.
Suddenly, the musty smell unique to an abandoned warehouse hit me.
"Is your family planning to negotiate with me here?" Seeing this scene, Dlamini's face became even more ugly.
"Yes, Mr. Dlamini." However, just when everyone was doubtful, a figure walked out of the warehouse.
Several bodyguards subconsciously raised their guns. It was not until the figure came closer that they realized that the figure was also a black man, and they were all very familiar with this man, the one who often appeared on TV.
Oliver Mandela, one of the more outstanding members of the Mandela family.
"Brother, where are aunt and the others, are they all here?" Indel asked inside.
"Auntie and the others have been waiting inside for a long time." The man turned his head and looked over, "Mr. Dlamini, please."
Seeing that Oliver was here, Dlamini finally believed Indir's lies. He stepped into the warehouse first, and then a group of bodyguards followed.
"Two of you go and stay outside." Dlamini, who is cautious by nature, frowned, "Don't let everyone in."
"Yes." Two of the bodyguards turned around and prepared to exit the warehouse.
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
boom!
Just hearing a roar from behind, the rolling shutter door unexpectedly lost control and fell, sealing the exit. At the same time, roller-shaped objects fell from the ceiling, making a ding-ding-dong-dong sound!
"It's a shock bomb!"
Someone among the bodyguards exclaimed, and several bodyguards jumped on the shock bombs without thinking, preparing to block the aftermath of the explosion, but more shock bombs were thrown from the roof!
Unstoppable!
Boom boom boom boom! ! !
It had only been five or six seconds since Dlamini walked into the warehouse. A deafening sound was heard, accompanied by a dazzling magnesium light, which shocked everyone present!
And those bodyguards who used their bodies to resist the shock wave were stunned without even humming!
In the midst of this shock, Delamere only had time to look at Indel, who was also shocked, and lost consciousness completely.
…
When Delamere woke up again, he did not open his eyes immediately. Instead, he maintained his comatose posture and tried to sense everything around him.
This caution is the key to his ability to reach his current position.
Everything on his body was normal, there was no sense of being tied up, the air around him was normal, and he was not in a dark cellar.
There is a bed under me, which smells of dampness. It seems to be rarely dried. There is no sound in the room. It seems that I am alone at this time...
Silently taking in everything around him, Delamere temporarily relaxed, as if the situation had not reached the worst point yet.
It's just that he never expected that Indel and Oliver, two descendants of the Mandela family, would use this method to plot against him. This was no longer a matter of caution...
However, the regret in my heart was buried in my heart the next moment. Now is definitely not the time to regret. Instead of regretting, it is better to find ways to escape from here.
"Mr. Delamere, I know you are awake."
However, before he could adjust his mentality, a strange voice came from not far away.
Sighing secretly, Delamere helplessly opened his eyes, and then immediately stretched out his left hand to block his eyes.
He seemed to be in a dilapidated hotel. The room had standard hotel furnishings, and there was a bay window beside him. Outside the window, he could see an empty suburb.
The sun shines in from the window, making people unable to open their eyes.
After instantly determining his location, Dlamini slowly sat up.
However, when he stood up, he suddenly felt pain in the back of his neck.
Delamere subconsciously reached out and touched it, but he touched a wound that had been sutured.
At this moment, Dlamini thought of the wound on the back of Inder's neck...
"What did you do to me?" Taking a deep breath, Dlamini looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a man sitting on the empty bed next to him, looking at him quietly.
The man has a slender figure, black hair and black eyes. He is wearing a black trench coat and jeans, and the upper half of his face is covered by a half-face mask.
Through the mask, Delamere could only see a pair of eyes as cold as black holes.
Delamere was certain that it was a yellow face, and that it was very young.
"Nothing, just a small operation for you."
The young man made a gesture with his thumb and index finger and walked slowly to Delamere. "No need to look around, this is still the suburbs of Cape Town."
Hearing this, Delamere took a deep breath again and said coldly, "Tell me, since you have gone to all the trouble to tie me here, what do you want from me?"
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