Money for life...
"Do you see that guy in the red suit over there?" Little Fatty pointed to a blond man standing at the defense construction passageway entrance.
The man wore a formal red suit, sporting a black earpiece and was communicating nonstop, his lips moving constantly.
"What is he doing?"
"He's distributing 'tickets'," Little Fatty said, "He was in charge of coordinating the last batch. At that time, there weren't many people, and I was skeptical. The tickets were also expensive; I hesitated about going. Almost 2,000 people were let through. Ah, I regret it so much now. I was already in Hui City District."
"Is there still doubt? There are so many rats." Xu Yang shook his head, "If there's a chance, we must go."
