C261 half-dead

Inside the presidential suite of the Yanjing's Hilton Hotel, William Rothschild was seated on a sofa. A glass of red wine was slowly swaying in his hand, and he occasionally took a sip.

In front of William Rothschild, stood ten foreigners neatly. The ten foreigners were tall and sturdy, and were handsome middle-aged men, and among these ten foreigners, there was a golden arrow on their forehead