On the Edland City intercontinental highway, a group of cars was speeding down the road.
Inside the car in the middle sat a middle-aged man with a buff body, plucked up cheeks, tall cheekbones, and a rather dignified manner.
He took the cigar that his aide handed to him.
The meticulously roasted cigar slightly dipped in alcohol had its smoke rapidly filling up the interior of the car after a puff from the man.
The alcohol scented smoke made the man lean back to his seat in delight.
He slightly squinted his eyes and spoke in a rather casual tone, "That woman still doesn't want to submit? "
"The recent success and thriving made her forget herself," the aide said.
Meanwhile, he took the ashtray and half squatted before the middle-aged man, watching him shaking off the ashes before continuing, "Her main reliance is that Mayer and now 2567 who appeared out of nowhere."
