Chapter 472: Evil Meets Its Match

Both bodyguards involuntarily revealed a hint of a mocking look in their eyes.

Their boss was always low-key (to subordinates) (returning) home (from work), he never attended the many prestigious banquets in Mofeng City. But low-key didn't mean you could act recklessly in front of the boss!

"He, he is..." The commander stared in disbelief at the man standing at the entrance of the noodle shop, his eyes wide and fixated.

It was over, he seemed to have offended a big shot.

With a cold snort, a bodyguard spoke leisurely, "Do the taxes we pay each year just go to feeding you?"

This serious declaration made the commander's heart tremble violently, and a clear figure popped into his mind. Shenghan Group was a leading enterprise in Mofeng City, and even in Country C, where the taxes they paid annually were enough to match the total income of other enterprises.

What did that mean?

One could say that half of Country C's officials were fattening up thanks to Shenghan Group.