"Old man?" Brother Long furrowed his brow, quickly covering his mouth after realizing he had slipped, making a zipper gesture.
Xu Xiaoyou lowered her gun and whip: "Weren't you the one who first invited me into the game? Saying this now, isn't it a bit late, Mr. Roman?"
"Is she talking to the BOSS?"
The underlings around had varied expressions, whispering among themselves. It seemed that the other party knew their behind-the-scenes big boss, and the two might have reached some secret agreement behind the scenes?
"I underestimated you, Miss Xu. They are just my subordinates, acting under orders. How about not making things difficult for them anymore?"
The old man's voice was slow and accompanied by violent coughing. Even through the curtain, one could feel his weak breath. This Roman did not seem as brutal and ruthless as rumored, but rather like an old and fading patient.
