And half an hour after they finished talking.
A General Office in Los Angeles.
Head office.
Reuben was sitting at the desk, frowning as he looked at the dozens of members of the economic war team who were standing in front of the desk and occupying his small office.
"Ah!"
"Economic war team, it's a big deal now!"
"Do you dare to swarm into my General Office to arrest people? "
Reuben put his hands on his forehead and roared angrily.
The members of the economic war team were arrogant.
Was it not enough to release the person I arrested without passing me?
What do you want to do now?
Do you think that I would allow you in my General Office to come and go whenever you want?
"Mr. Newman!"
The leader of the economic war team, who was wearing a suit, sunglasses, and expressionless standing near at the desk of Reuben, said.