"Why?" the man asked somewhat anxiously.
"No reason, just that I already have a client, and we're splitting the profit fifty-fifty. I think it's a better deal," Axia said over her shoulder without looking back.
"Who is it?" the man pressed.
"Confidential!" Axia turned her head back with a mocking smile on her face.
The man stared at Axia coldly and stretched his hand behind his back, surreptitiously making several hand signals. Seeing his gestures, the men he brought with him made their moves, one after another, they took the rifles off their shoulders and held them in their hands, giving Axia hostile looks.
"FAL semi-automatic, ah, once again the right hand of the free world," Cheng Ziang remarked from a distance as he eyed the weapons of these men.
"What, if we can't come to an agreement, you want to resort to violence?" Axia, undisturbed by the danger, turned around and asked calmly.
