Chapter 118: Cut off the Evil Dragon's Claws!_3

It's just about endurance, isn't it? Wolf can both put on a show and suffer silently, even CEO Cheng admires that.

The struggles on Capitol Hill, the Great Commander's gaze, the waves stirred by Achilles—these might shake the highest echelons of the American power structure. Wolf understood and thought it through, but he really didn't want to get involved.

"Chan, what does this have to do with me?"

Seeing that Wolf wanted to run off, scared, CEO Cheng said with a smile.

"Of course, it's related. California is going to get chaotic, me, Mi'er, you—we are friends, aren't we, Mr. Wolf? What do you think we should do to protect ourselves in the midst of this chaos?"

Thinking of fleeing? You can't escape!

Eris is covered in shit, your father is still lying in the hospital, Wolf, the undercurrents are turbulent, so we need you to join us and cry for help together!

Wolf: I think I could dig a hole and bury you all in it, preferably with Eris, then I'd be safe.