The car doors were flung open and several dozen men in black suits came out.
Their leader was a middle-aged man who glanced over everyone and his gaze rested on Augustine.
"Mr. Augustine, I think you’ve caught someone you shouldn’t have, and done something you shouldn’t have," the middle-aged man said, nodding at Augustine.
"Boss, they’re Satan’s men," whispered a man to Augustine in a nervous tone.
Augustine did not need the reminder. He recognized this man as someone he had seen near Satan before. To his memory, this man was a tactician responsible for negotiations.
"Oh...I remember you, you’re Feng Jin." Augustine looked at the middle-aged man and smiled coldly.
"You’re right, Mr. Augustine." Feng Jin answered, remaining solemn.
"Hahaha, interesting, so Satan didn't dare to come here himself. Sending a dog to chat with me instead?" he tried to provoke the man while pulling on Ning Xi’s hair harder.
