The sun had risen, and the weather was getting hotter.
Gao Yi and Lin Xianghua waited outside the shower room because it had air-conditioning, while those few lucky survivors, neither daring nor willing to stay inside the house, felt more at ease despite the heat outside.
By ten in the morning, Grasse finally emerged, wiping his hands as he stepped out of the shower room.
Luca also finally came out, looking very relieved.
"How did it go?"
"He coughed up 2.8 million dollars; another 4 million plus is impossible to retrieve. I didn't expect this guy to be so clever."
Luca was wet in many places, but it didn't matter—the blazing heat of Baghdad would quickly evaporate the moisture on his body.
"Why is it impossible to get?"
As far as this deal was concerned, Gao Yi wouldn't be handling it himself, so he wouldn't get any money from it; hence, he was merely curious.
