Hearing this, Curly felt a bad premonition, not only were his lips quivering more violently, but his legs also began to tremble.
But ultimately, he didn't dare to disobey and slowly turned around.
The next second, Gunter picked up a glass from the table and smashed it onto Curly's head with a loud bang, Curly collapsed to the ground.
The huge commotion also caused the bouncers at the door to immediately open the door, and when they saw what happened inside, they didn't seem too surprised; they quickly stepped forward and dragged the unconscious Curly out.
As for the man with the ponytail who came in with them, although his face remained calm, he clenched his fist tightly.
"Is it clear yet how the National Tax Agency found out about our route?"
"We don't know yet..."
"How much is this batch worth?"
"Around 25 million!"
Hearing this number, Gunter lit a cigarette, seemingly lost in thought.
