"Damn it! To think he deceived me! And I even regarded him as a father!" Malik was furious, realizing he was still too naive.
Zhu Wencong watched with a chuckle, having to admit that Malik's performance was quite impressive.
Su Yanqiao poked Zhu Wencong's waist, thinking that rejoicing in another's misfortune was a bit too rude and that they should still show some respect.
"He's a disgrace to the family! Hahaha! That's exactly what he said to me when I joined the Northern army!
God, I've decided to learn from him, to treat him now exactly as he treated me before," Malik said with a smile.
"Don't burn all your bridges, in case we ever need to make some money in Mexico. We might need to tap into that relationship.
Keep him hopeful yet desperate, just dangle a juicy piece of meat in front of him, and he'll run himself ragged.
We're businessmen; we talk profits, not emotions. Without tangible benefits, it's all just hooliganism.
