At this moment, a fire named ambition burned in Yang Yi's chest.
After scanning the crowd slowly, Yang Yi said in a deep voice, "I just spoke with Jethro on the phone. He plans to meet me. He's got nowhere left to turn, and no one but us can offer him protection."
Yang Yi sat down and slammed his hand on the armrest of the sofa, saying, "We are now at a crossroads: do we continue down the set path, slowly progressing in the world of espionage, or do we take a turn and become an arms dealer first? Gentlemen, since we've already become mercenaries, why can't we become arms dealers?"
Anton suddenly said, "It's not that simple to be an arms dealer. If you are just making a small profit from weapons trafficking, then there's no problem in being an arms dealer. But to become a major arms dealer like Deyo, you need backing, you need political capital."
