"What do you want, young man?" Faro asked while lighting the cigar he had just placed between his lips.
After inhaling it, he spurted the smoke forward, but as if a wind was rushing towards him, it returned to his face, even hitting his eyes, producing a stinging feeling, which even a mafia like him felt irritated.
"Shit!" He waved his hand to sweep away the smoke.
Of course, he thought it was just a coincidence since it wasn't uncommon for any smoker.
Paolo glanced at him and chuckled a little. He then said to Arthur. "I'll forgive you if this is just some juvenile delinquency, so hurry up and tell me your intentions, don't waste my time."
"Mr. Paolo, if I give you 2 million, are you willing to sit here 1 hour?" Amanda suddenly asked so Paolo's eyes flashed.
The woman clearly understood Arthur's intentions here, so she knew what needed to be done.
