"Boss, how do you plan to deal with Maurice Springs?"
In Gonzalez City, at the Eastern Harbor, Julius Reed and Aron Jackson wore sunglasses, hands clasped behind their backs, gazing towards the distant sea.
Gonzalez City is a coastal city, and although it is just a small market town, it boasts a leading GDP in Five-river Province thanks to its developed transportation.
The harbor is bustling with merchant ships coming and going, including cargo ships exporting abroad, as well as small boats carrying tourists.
It is already afternoon, with the sun slowly descending behind the mountains, perfectly aligning with the sea to form a horizon.
This was truly a rare sight to behold.
"Maurice Springs is a traitor to the Willson Pavilion. If I help Amadeus Fairbanks deal with the house cleaning, shouldn't I ask for a finder's fee?"
Julius Reed said with a joking smile.
