"It's the result of their own efforts," Su Han laughed, seeing Zhen Yong with a look of wanting to poach someone, he couldn't help but say, "Don't covet them. There are tycoons in America offering annual salaries of two hundred thousand US dollars to dig them out, and not a single one has wavered."
Just as Zhen Yong was about to speak, he closed his mouth, an annual salary of two hundred thousand US dollars? And yet not one was swayed?
"Young brother, you really have charisma!" Zhen Yong could only exclaim, then he couldn't help but curse into the walkie-talkie, "You bunch of good-for-nothings, embarrassing, aren't you? Retreat, retreat, and conduct a strict interrogation!"
This action had sent shockwaves through the underground circles of Provincial City, and all of them were thrown into chaos. They had never expected that Su Han would strike again.
