"Super... super wealthy? Does that count?" Sartre showed a sullen expression.
Obviously, Zhang Menglong was just teasing him!
"Mr. Zhang, if you're going to meet with Thorn Shark, I suggest you still bring that magical bodyguard team!" Sartre suggested.
Actually, he wasn't worried about Zhang Menglong's reassurance, but rather his own safety.
Now, when he did business with Thorn Shark, he would send his men, but not once did the men he sent come back unharmed.
For instance, if he sent ten people to make a deal, only about five or six would return, and most of the rest were almost always killed by Thorn Shark for various inexplicable reasons.
Living in such a war-torn place for an extended period, people's minds can easily become twisted. Once they get a moment of leisure, they release their pent-up emotions through various means and methods.