"It should be, so I need your help. There is a limit to what one person can do. Recently, I've also established a think tank with Crusoe, Wolf, and others. If you're interested, you can come and exchange ideas too."
"Okay, but right now Eris is..."
The voice of the legendary big BOSS grew fainter and fainter, and the brothers hiding and idling silently breathed a sigh of relief.
A person's reputation casts a long shadow; in San Rodolfo, you wouldn't question whether Sheriff Gru is up to the task.
"Let's go, hurry back."
No sooner had the lead idler and his brother stepped out of the distribution room than they were spotted by Cheng's bodyguards.
"Why are you here?"
"We are employees of West State Logistics, just came out for a smoke."
"Your work badges?"
"Here, take a look. If that's not enough, I can contact my supervisor, but brother, you understand, we all..."