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Clearly, Xiu Nuo's words carried no deterrent effect.
Because the woman across him was laughing joyfully.
"Are you sure we're talking about the same Jonas?"
"It should be, the flour dealer, and that lawyer as well."
"Listen to what I heard today," the woman chuckled, "that old white man is actually willing to be a dog for an Oriental person, that's more distressing than killing him. I can't stand it, I need to give him a call and tell him this joke."
After saying this, the woman waved her hand, and the bodyguard by her side had already drawn a gun, aiming it directly at Xiu Nuo.
It was an obvious warning that Xiu Nuo had better not intervene at this moment.
However, the woman with the phone seemed to think of something, and tapped her hand on the table.
The hidden door beside her opened and seven bodyguards emerged, each armed with weapons.
This was the woman's confidence in meeting Xiu Nuo here.
