"Why don't you talk anymore, Mr. Wang, or, in other words, there's only so much you want to say?"

Scarface finally returned to his soul. He knew that if this answer was not good, there would be an extra cold body in the mass grave tonight.

"Please... please give me another chance... the younger one will definitely succeed!"

Springfield didn't speak anymore, Scarface knew he was thinking.

Finally, the answer came out.

"I'm in a good mood today, so that's it."

Scarface ran out like an amnesty. At this time, a middle-aged man in black standing behind Springfield whispered:

"Long... Boss, can this guy really trust?"

"Haha, remember N, the most unreliable guy in the world is the person who collects money and does things."

“………Boss, is this really good?”

"If I hadn't been stared too hard, I really didn't want these garbage to take action. However, it's all waste that will be dealt with sooner or later. It would be a good idea to reuse it in the end, and it would be a pity to lose it."

Springfield showed a boring look and focused his eyes on the wine glass again.
Chapter completed!