Before this, these white people looked down on Ren Feng, thinking he was just a monkey from Huaxia, but what they didn't expect was that Ren Feng slapped them hard in the face.

Ren Feng's actions commanded respect from these white people. His terrifying wine-tasting skills and level had surpassed other sommeliers. Even they had to admire him.

Simply because they couldn't do it, but Ren Feng could.

Andy and Michelle had already left dejectedly, feeling humiliated. Staying any longer would only invite the ridicule of their peers.

They were the real clowns. In terms of wine-tasting, it's likely that no one present compared to Ren Feng.

Alice's eyes were full of delight, and she felt a sense of pride inside.

Amidst the applause from the surrounding white people, Ren Feng calmly poured himself another glass of Rapha.

"Mr. Martin, there's actually a secret to wine-tasting, and that's the state of mind," Ren Feng said with a smile. "All wine is meant to be drunk, and as long as you're happy, it doesn't matter how you drink it. You don't necessarily have to do it this way, I prefer this method."

After saying that, Ren Feng downed the wine in one gulp.

"Because that feels really satisfying."

Ren Feng smiled as he looked at Martin.

"Good!"

The surrounding white people expressed admiration once more.

"Very true, a wine-tasting master is indeed a wine-tasting master. What they say is different."

"Exactly, I'll drink like that next time."

At this moment, these white people were utterly admiring Ren Feng, while Martin looked extremely displeased and snorted coldly before turning to leave.

Ren Feng shrugged as Alice came over, smiling as she linked her arm with Ren Feng's, "Dear Feng, you're amazing."

"I learned some wine-tasting techniques before, so it's just a piece of cake for me," Ren Feng replied with a smile. Just then, a voice sounded in Ren Feng's earpiece.

"Feng, the target has appeared."

"Alice, I may need to step out for a moment. Please wait for me here," Ren Feng said with a smile.

"Okay."

Ren Feng picked up a glass of wine and then disappeared into the crowd.

Soon, the crowd returned to normal, chatting among themselves and marveling at Ren Feng's amazing skills.

Ren Feng spoke softly into the tiny communication device on his collar, "In which direction?"

"Feng, it's right behind you," K's chuckling voice came through, "Feng, I saw that scene just now."

"Cut the nonsense. Are the other things ready?"

"Relax, the military knives have been in place for a while. If the organization dares to come, we don't mind giving them a big gift."

Besides Ren Feng, K and the others had also infiltrated in various guises.

Ren Feng glanced at Director McKinsey, who was still engaged in conversation, finished his glass of wine, placed it on a bunny girl's tray, adjusted his clothes, and smiled as he walked towards McKinsey.

As seen in previous photos, McKinsey's trademark was a head of white hair, a long face, a typical American appearance, and his long-standing position as police chief gave him an air of authority.

K and the others had thoroughly investigated. McKinsey was a complete American elite and also held disdainful views toward the people of Huaxia, believing that other races should be eradicated.

McKinsey was chatting with others when suddenly a voice rang out, "Respected Mr. McKinsey, may I have a private word with you?"

McKinsey looked up to see an Oriental face smiling at him.

"Sorry, I don't know you," McKinsey said coldly.

"I know Mr. McKinsey doesn't know me, but it doesn't matter. You must know Mr. Miles, and he has a message for you," Ren Feng smiled and said.

McKinsey's face immediately changed, and he looked at Ren Feng with some vigilance.

"Don't worry, Mr. McKinsey, it's for the great United States." Ren Feng picked up a nearby glass and raised it slightly.

McKinsey nodded, "What message does Miles want you to convey?"

"This, Mr. McKinsey, don't you think we should change to a different venue?"

Ren Feng gestured to the side, indicating the crowded space here.

McKinsey thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Please follow me, let's go over there."

Ren Feng smiled and pointed to a nearby corridor.

McKinsey apologized to a few political figures nearby and then walked over with Ren Feng.

The others didn't mind and continued drinking and chatting.

Seeing all this, K whispered into the communicator, "Jiang Sen, get ready. Feng is bringing the target over."

McKinsey entered the corridor, and Ren Feng gently closed the door behind them, immediately blocking out the noise from the hall.

"So, you can speak now," McKinsey said, still vigilant.

"Of course, but Mr. McKinsey, before that, don't you want to take a look back?" Ren Feng said with a full smile.

McKinsey turned around, only to see a cloth soaked with a special sedative covering him, followed by a sharp pain in his neck, and he instantly fainted.

Then, McKinsey was dragged into a nearby restroom, where Jiang Sen, who was prepared, set up a "cleaning in progress" sign at the door.

McKinsey was thrown heavily onto the toilet, and after a stab of pain in his neck, he suddenly woke up.

Seeing the two cold faces in front of him, McKinsey immediately realized something was wrong.

"Who are you people?"

"I've been caught by you for so long, and you still don't know who I am?" Ren Feng said with a smile. "Dear Mr. McKinsey, I only have one question, where are my people being held?"

McKinsey's face changed dramatically, "You're not from the organization?"

"Of course not," Ren Feng said with a charming smile. "But yes, it was indeed Miles who told me about you."

McKinsey knew the situation was dire. Suddenly, he wanted to run out, but in an instant, Jiang Sen kicked him in the chest, sending him back.

"Mr. McKinsey, I can assure you that if you don't say, I will let you experience extraordinary pain," Ren Feng's voice was extremely cold.

Jiang Sen had a cruel smile on his face and directly opened the toilet, while Ren Feng didn't waste any time and took out a silver needle.

"Additionally, to prevent you from dying accidentally or being unable to bear the pain, I've also prepared a Rapid-acting Heart-saving Elixir for you. I've heard you have a heart condition, don't you, Mr. McKinsey?"

Ren Feng smiled and then drove the silver needle hard into McKinsey's acupoint with his right hand.

In an instant, a hint of pain appeared on McKinsey's face, and his entire expression seemed to freeze. As the scream was about to burst from his throat, Jiang Sen grabbed his head and pressed it into the toilet!

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