The man's warrior face is close to that characteristic of the Northern Continent.

Make him as handsome and masculine as the sculpture of the gods in ancient Greek myths and legends.

He looked like he was no more than forty years old.

However, the extremely oppressive eyes and the aura of not being angry and arrogant seemed to blur the sense of time on his body.

Let him be more dignified than the old man who is an honorary commissioner.

He just stepped into the room, as if the king of the forest had stepped into the realm and taken away all presence.

"It's you......" Seeing the visitor, the old man's face changed.

Chris's face was even more pale, his lower body was paralyzed, and his eyes were full of horror when he looked at the visitor.

It's hard to say anything.

"First ...... Head...... Chief, ......"

Yes, it is possible to surpass the veterans who are both the founding and founder of the group and the honorary members, and whose status is transcendent, and who does not even care about the current members, and directly do things in front of their eyes.

The entire Guzman family.

There is only the real controller of the group.

The current chieftain is sir.

"Fernand, what are you doing here?"

The old man stared coldly.

After the initial surprise, his expression slowly returned to his composure.

The man looked at the check in his hand.

Then I looked at the empty partition walls on both sides.

Immediately laughed.

"If you don't come again, I'm afraid the entire Guzmán Group will be emptied little by little by you old guys."

glanced coldly at Chris next to him.

The other party was so frightened that he crawled out of the conference room.

The door closed, and the man's face suddenly turned cold, and he asked in a cold voice.

"Who's that guy who came before?"

"That's my client, you don't have to ask."

He is questioned by men like prisoners.

The old man didn't look good.

The man's eyes darkened, and his expression was extremely cold.

"You old fellows are really disobedient. I know that the arms business is your cash cow, but do you know what you can and can't do, and why the old leader is going down? ”

"Didn't you overthrow him with your own hands?"

The old man squinted at him without fear and said coldly.

"When you took your father's place and ousted us old guys, you promised to ensure that we had no worries about food and clothing, and that our lives were not threatened, except for rights, there would be no shortage of benefits in the past."

The man sneered.

"I want to ensure that you don't have to worry about food and clothing, and your lives will not be violated, but I don't want you to be greedy for the wealth of the Mo Group and damage the interests of the family!"

"What interests are harmed? As Miss Morica had said, some broken weapons. ”

"Even if she doesn't return those weapons, we won't have a billion Citicoins in our pockets, and others don't know. Don't you know that with our supply channels and purchase prices, we still make a lot of money? Why not do this kind of sure-the-money deal? ”

"Besides, I'm just borrowing the name of the group, and I'm using my own connections and channels."

The old man was right.

For their brothers who have risen from the grassroots, are fed up with life in the slums, crawled up from the bottom, and licked blood on the tip of a knife.

What they crave most in their lives is rights.

Without rights, they can only pursue money.

If you can't even pursue money.

He might as well be dead at this age.

The man listened to the other party's crooked reasoning, and couldn't help but feel on fire in his heart.

"You have a fart channel for stepping on a horse?!"

He scolded in authentic Iliban language.