The ones who are most concerned about the situation on Guadalupe Island are probably the Tijuana Cartel and some corrupt officials.
Mexicali!
The capital of Baja California State.
The Governor's office.
Rafael Max stared at the stacks of US Dollars on the coffee table in front of him and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"Governor Max."
The man sitting in front of him had somewhat fluffy hair and was wearing a yellow shirt with spots, still donning sunglasses indoors and crossing his legs in an arrogant pose.
Such goddamn posturing!
He called out, and Max somewhat reluctantly shifted his gaze, lifted his head to look at the man, his expression sycophantic, "Mr. Ramon, you can speak directly. With our relationship, there's no need for formalities."
Ramon Arellano smiled, "As long as you're happy, Governor Sir, our Tijuana Group is not short of money, but we do dislike trouble."
Max's expression changed, "Are you talking about Victor?"
