Adrian stared at the bag Filled with money he was here to collect. "Is that it? Just one bag and you could not do it yourself? Should I break your legs for you since they look completely fine."
"S-sir," the man whimpered, "do-don't kill me, p-please.."
Adrian rolled his eyes. It was a wonder to him how people could ever conduct their business successfully when they could not even hear something well.
The cafe definitely had to be a cover for money laundering business. The man did not have an ounce of business blood and him.
Back to the words he said, He had clearly stated that he was going to break his legs, killing him had never been mentioned by him.
"Smith," Adrian waved his hand at him to set up and pointed at the chair next to him. "I am here just for the money. I do not like delays and there's only so much that I can tolerate. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, sir!"
