"Hey, dude, do you want a drink?" In an ordinary residential estate, Snow held a glass of beer and smilingly said to Harris who was pacing back and forth in the room. "Look at how anxious you are. With Lucifer backing us, you don't need to be so scared, right?"
"I was just acting outside just now." Harris was obviously still afraid. "That's 20,000 dollars, my salary for two months. If I lose it, how would I explain it to my wife?"
"You definitely won't make any losses." Snow drank a mouthful of beer. "Just wait for the good show."
