"I need a legal identity." As soon as Tang Zheng's voice faded, Teng Yuangxiang, like a qualified personal assistant, had already made her way to the desk, tossing an envelope onto it. Several photos fell out, depicting Tang Zheng and his associates.
There was also a black leather suitcase. Teng Yuangxiang opened it to reveal neat stacks of US dollars that nearly dazzled Federer's eyes.
This prominent lawyer was very wealthy, but that didn't prevent his desire for more money. Without a second thought, he grabbed a stack and, with his fingertips, felt the bills before lifting them to his nose for a deep sniff, his round face beaming with a blissful expression.
"Is the money enough?" Tang Zheng sneered. This guy was truly revolting. Once the identity was taken care of, it would be time to send him on his way.
