"What a load of nonsense. Can you really believe the words of those charlatans? Get out, get out, get out right now!"
Bennettson Dixon shouted furiously.
Dirk Carter's face suddenly tightened.
He said sternly, "Director Dixon, didn't you once listen to a Daoist who said that Gary Garrett's house was messing with your family's feng shui, and that's why you tore it down? Why is it that a Daoist's words work for you, but not for Gary Garrett's family?"
Such words.
Made Bennettson Dixon shiver.
He glanced at Dirk Carter again, nodded, and said, "I see. You're here to cause trouble? You like sticking your nose in, huh? Fine, I'll satisfy you."
After he finished speaking.
He glanced at Bastien Dixon.
Bastien nodded.
Took out his phone, dialed a number, glared at Dirk Carter, and shouted fiercely, "Security team assemble."
In about three minutes or so.
More than a dozen young people in camo uniforms without rank patches gathered in a rush.
As soon as these people arrived.
