Sitting in the main seat, the manager's brown- red eyes were slightly narrowed. While drinking, he looked at Ricardo and calmly said, "Raka, you should give others an explanation. After all, killing people at the dining table will affect everyone's meals. Also, if Ban is killed, what will happen to our goods in the future?"
scar glanced at the others, stretched out a finger, and said, "I only need a month to cut off Ban's goods from the Middle East. I can even do better than him to increase the profit of the organization by one hundred percent."
The others looked at him in shock.
"You don't have any objections, do you?" death said to Davis.
Davis raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "No problem."
