But hearing the urgency in his voice, Ivanov was worried about the batch of goods that had been stuck in the port, afraid they couldn't be sold and he would suffer a huge loss, which was why he was so anxious.
"Let him come over," Third Young Master Jun ordered indifferently.
The old fox, Ivanov, finally couldn't restrain himself anymore, he had fallen into his own trap and lost his patience.
His eyes briefly flashed a cold, blood-like gleam, not only because of the mission, but now also facing assassination, this batch of arms was extremely important to him; he needed to get them into his hands quickly.
He had arranged a meeting place with Ivanov.
This time they were very cautious, moving stealthily, leaving no trace.
Only when they arrived did they notify Ivanov to come.
Ivanov hurried over, no longer possessing the composed and confident demeanor from two days earlier, his attitude much more relaxed, no longer putting on airs.
