In front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor of the Xu family's main hall, Xu Chengfeng was talking on the phone while looking at Zuo Yue, who was chatting and laughing with Little John outside for a long time.
"Boss, the people at the Russian border have started to get restless again. In the past half a month, there have been businessmen who have been killed by us at the Russian border. The number of casualties has already exceeded double digits, and it has been getting worse recently."
"Have you found out what the other party is?"
"I think it's the group of firearms thieves that we surrounded last time. They bribed those assassins and fugitives at the Russian border who had never been on our side. Because they couldn't resist our forces, they could only secretly kill people to attract your attention."
