On Account

In the abandoned warehouse at the dock, Zhao Hai patiently waited for Jiang Huanyan to arrive. Sitting on the chair, he instructed the subordinate beside him, flicked the cigarette ash in his hand and squinted his eyes, looking at the direction of the door.

"All of you, keep your spirits up."

Zhao Hai instructed the subordinate beside him. The subordinate wearing a black suit stood in a row after hearing Zhao Hai's command.

At this moment, Jiang Huanyan pushed open the abandoned warehouse door and walked in expressionlessly. His eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked at Zhao Hai.

"You're finally here."

Zhao Hai looked at Jiang Huanyan with a teasing tone.

"This is what you want. Where's Yao?" Jiang Huanyan took out a piece of paper from his open suit and told Zhao Hai that he had brought the transfer book with him.

"Hahaha... Jiang Huanyan, why are you so naive? "