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"Mr. Abbott, this matter doesn't concern you. If you insist on getting involved, I won't stop you. But you'd better think through the consequences,"
Irving Harris said leisurely from his wheelchair.
With a wave of his hand, an employee immediately handed him a cigar, which he lit.
"Hiss!"
After taking a deep drag on the cigar, Irving Harris slowly exhaled the smoke: "I came to you today indeed to settle old scores. But you, Abbott Brother, are a local strongman in your own right, and I am a man of wealth, I will give you all the face you're due."
After finishing his words, he pointed his cigar-holding finger at Julius Reed: "As for him, there's no way he's leaving here alive today."
"Mr. Abbott, we all know each other. Don't push me too far!"
Cesar Pendleton, seeing that Irving Harris was backing him up, immediately felt emboldened.
If he had been alone, he might still fear Miguel Abbott, but with the alliance of two groups, the situation had completely turned around.
