"What's that in your hand?" Xie Liaosha squinted his eyes, suspiciously looking at the middle-aged Chinese businessman and asked.
The muzzle of the Uzi submachine gun in his hand was also intentionally or unintentionally aimed at him.
The middle-aged Chinese businessman awkwardly explained, "This contains... money! The money I owe Mr. Mikhail..."
He was speaking in Chinese, so Xie Liaosha didn't understand, but Wang Ye did.
He smiled and waved his hand, "Let him come over, it's okay."
Only then did Xie Liaosha step aside to let the middle-aged Chinese businessman come forward.
However, a few bodyguards were still glaring at him just in case.
The middle-aged Chinese businessman cautiously stepped into the "circle of bodyguards", stopping two steps away from Wang Ye and carefully extended the large envelope.
