Threatening me?
Wu Jie snorted with a cold laugh.
"What's with all the nonsense?"
"Do you have evidence to prove that it was me who messed with your what, Night Pot Organization?"
Edson shouted angrily, "It's not Night Pot, it's Northern Fox! The fox of the Arctic Circle, understand?"
Wu Jie shrugged his shoulders and curled his lips disdainfully.
Getting annoyed by weirdos like this really made it tough to earn points.
Being hated by the top brass of the Northern Fox Organization—how rare is that!
Seeing Wu Jie's shameless, rogue-ish smirk, Edson was so angry that he was burning livid.
Even the high-level executives remotely directing him couldn't help it anymore.
"Take it! Our chairman wants to have a word with you personally!"
Edson took off the communicator, which looked like an Apple cordless Bluetooth earpiece.
"What do you mean? Blocking my way in the dead of night, blabbering about what?"
