"Boss! Are we really not going to ask for more? Their plane is about to land."
This was the fifth time his subordinate had whispered this in his ear. No one likes to see a cooked duck fly away, and Brother Panther’s gaze remained fixed on the man. Five hundred million US dollars was already well beyond his initial expectations. But anyone who could produce five hundred million in one go must have a net worth of tens or hundreds of billions, perhaps even trillions.
"Hey—" When Brother Panther’s voice suddenly rang out through the terminal, the hostages in the corner began to shiver like chaff in the wind.
Chapter 114