"This is the Blue Crystal," said Song Beishou, standing in front of a one-way mirror and showing off the most mysterious finance manager to Jiang Yuan—an over thirty-year-old shipping agent man with still thick hair.
Jiang Yuan rarely paid attention to the final fate of these suspects; as a human being, he inevitably harbored some irrational sympathy, subconsciously feeling pity for these devils who were to be shot. He didn't like this kind of emotion in himself.
However, looking at the so-called Blue Crystal's face now, Jiang Yuan felt not a shred of sympathy, only pure happiness.
"He should be executed by firing squad within this year," Jiang Yuan said with a sneer, "What a waste of food."
"More than just wasting food," Song Beishou huffed, "When this guy was arrested, his house was full of Hermes. All for those girlfriends of his."
"Those?"