George squatted down. He was only 14 or 15 years old, and the baby fat on his face had not yet faded. He still looked like a child, but the way he looked at Balor had completely exceeded the emotions that someone of his age should have.
"My patience is limited. I'll give you one last chance. If you don't tell me now, then you can keep quiet forever."
Balor was agitated by his gaze, which was as if he was looking at a dead object. A chill rose up his spine, and he said in a trembling voice, "I was in a hurry to get some money, so I've already sold it."
George was not easy to fool. "Where did you sell it? Where did it go? "
Balor had no choice but to spit out another name.
Upon hearing the name, a bodyguard behind him suddenly bent down and whispered a few words in George's ear. George raised his eyebrows. "Isn't that a coincidence?"
