Hearing the sound from the room dwindling, he finally relaxed. Clenching the cigarette between his teeth, he pulled out his phone to return the call, "What is it?"
His voice was heavy.
On the other end of the phone, his confidant, sensing his bad mood, simply said, "How should this year's share be divided? Quite a few people in China have found Lucian and his men."
"We'll talk when I get back," Wang Youfeng recently had no mood to deal with these matters, the scar on his brow imbued with a fierce aura, "Tell them to tighten up."
"Yes, boss," his confidant replied.
Wang Youfeng hung up the call, irritated.
After waiting a while longer, Ning Xiao emerged from the room. His hair at the front was a bit long, shadowing the gloom in his eyes, "Uncle Wang."
His tone was indifferent.
