"What's going on?"
"How the fuck would I know? This is fucking insane—Tao's not answering her phone!"
"Try again later. Maybe she's busy right now!"
The Highlander slowly pulled over to the side.
The three brothers said nothing for a moment, all feeling a bit anxious inside.
What a perfect chance for an assassination!
The poison had been prepared and would likely use Tang Xin and Bai Fengling as scapegoats to poison Wu Jie to death.
But the problem was...
The middleman in this job, Yang Tao, was completely unreachable.
If they couldn't inform her that Wu Jie's death tonight was their handiwork...
Then how the hell would they get paid?
Two fucking billion! And in gold coins!
Lighting a cigarette, barely taking a third of a puff, San couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Bro, try calling her one more time! This is driving me crazy!"
No need to say it—Hei was already well aware.
Unfortunately...
The satellite phone was ringing, but no one was picking up.
