Protecting Boyce

"I didn't say that," Bennett shook his head. His denial seemed more like an indirect admission. "Boyce is my new friend. I like him."

"Friend? Ha!" Dong Zhenhong sneered. "Bennett, you don't make friends that easily! How long have you known him?"

"No, no." Bennett shook his head repeatedly. "Making friends is about fate."

Dong Zhenhong frowned, instinctively feeling that Bennett's next words would not be pleasant.

Bennett looked at Dong Zhenhong, smiling, and said, "How long have we known each other? We should be thankful we're not enemies."

This remark was a veiled jab at Dong Zhenhong's cowardice for not daring to do business with him all this time.

However, it was precisely because of Dong Zhenhong's cowardice that he and Bennett had not become enemies, merely maintaining a state of mutual non-interference.

But this state of non-interference seemed about to crumble.