Mutou Baishan did not rush to respond to Qin Jiang but extended two fingers instead.
The Yang Country man standing next to him immediately understood, presenting an expensive and high-grade cigar with a 'snap' as he lit it.
Clutching the large cigar, Mutou Baishan enveloped himself in clouds of smoke that he directly blew in the faces of Qin Jiang and Zhao Yuefei.
Seeing this, Qin Jiang's brow couldn't help but furrow.
Only then did Mutou Baishan start to speak with a smile, "I hope you can hand over all the money you have swallowed these past two days, after all, that money is not yours."
"It's best not to take things that don't belong to you! Otherwise, there will be retribution."
"As long as you do as I say and also transfer the overseas product handling rights of Jiangge Group to me, I, Mutou Baishan, can guarantee your lives will be unharmed."
