Ye Fan stared intently at the compartment inside the warehouse, his eyes nearly shooting out flames. An involuntary curse, "beast," escaped his lips. Ye Fan was infuriated. He had not expected Huo Zilong to be so cruel. Without even considering the remaining business dealings, this one offense alone was enough to have Huo Zilong executed by firing squad a dozen times over.
As Huo Zilong was about to introduce himself to everyone, he heard Ye Fan speak. However, he couldn't quite make out the words and thought that Ye Fan was interested in getting involved in the drug trade. Turning around with a smile, he said, "So Mr. Zhou, you're interested in the drug business too? The risks are high, but so are the profits. These goods are worth twenty million, and a single transaction could net tens of millions in profit. What do you think? Would you like to get involved?"
