Jiang Hu's words were not without reason.
Although the War Dragon Mercenary Team had disposed of the spoils brought back from the Middle East, which brought in over twenty million, the money was distributed across more than a dozen accounts and it was practically impossible to transfer it all to one account without going to the bank soon, and on the other hand, the War Dragon Mercenary Team needed working capital, so it would indeed be painful to take out ten million.
Of course, the most critical point was that it was now around seven in the evening, and the banks had already closed; large fund transfers were simply not possible.
"That mad dog is clearly messing with us!"
Jiang Hu said angrily, his fists clenched tightly.
Xiao Zhuang also shook his head helplessly, his face bearing a slightly at-a-loss expression, and said, "Time-wise, it's impossible to meet his demands in such a short period. This is a bit tricky!"
