"Are we just going to wait like this, let him tighten his grip step by step?"
Lisa couldn't understand why Cheng Daqi was acting like such a turtle.
Sure, Black Satan was America's former Great Commander, but he was already out of office.
Is it necessary to act like such a coward?
Man, where's your old swagger?
"Of course not. Besides, he doesn't even have the space to push step by step."
Cheng Daqi waved his hand, opened the car door, and prepared to leave.
"Just focus on the company's affairs; I'll take care of these matters."
With one hand pressing against the car door, the blonde white chick stopped Cheng and remarked dryly.
"We can slip money to Hutter, so why can't we do the same for Black Satan?
He's already off the stage. Getting a little extra cash should be a welcome bonus for him, no?"