A sincere expression lingered on Henry's face as he spoke.
In the eyes of Mr. Frazer and his men, Henry's sincere face felt like he was playing the biggest joke on them.
"A cooperation between several businessmen has attracted the attention of the officials? How dare Henry speak of such blasphemy!" He thought.
"Mr. Zhang, listening to what you've just told me, I don't know if you hit your head or took the wrong meds today." Mr. Frazer snorted and said, "This is our private meeting. Please leave at once."
"Get out, you're not welcome here!"
"We don't know if the authorities will punish us, but if you continue disturbing us here, we will call the cops on you!"
Seeing Mr. Frazer and his men not believing his words. Henry sighed and said, "I've already said it loud and clear. If you don't believe me, that's not my fault. You guys have a good time."
Saying that, Henry spun around and left the room.
"Mr. Zhang, please close the door behind you." Mr. Frazer shouted as Henry stepped out of the private room.
Henry, with his back facing them, waved his hand without looking back. Then he closed the door just as Mr. Frazer requested.
The moment the door was closed, hysterical laughter erupted from inside the room.
"This Henry, calling him a retard would sound like a compliment!"
"He's treating us like idiots!"
Mr. Frazer smiled and said, "I don't know how much of an idiot Henry is. All I know is that the Lins can't possibly find any other way to deal with us now. Otherwise, they would not possibly come up with an excuse as lame as getting sentenced. We'll just continue dragging on. Now that I think of it, requesting for fifty thousand yuan is probably just too little!"
"Let's just drag on, and see what the Lins can do about it!"
"Come on, let's all feast. After this, we'll all go enjoy our lives!"
"Yes, let's see what the Lins have to say after three days!"
Everyone in the room laughed with joy. The sound of clinking glasses rang continuously. Just as they were happily enjoying their feast...
Bang!
Someone kicked on the door of the private room, causing it to explode open with a loud bang.
The moment the door had been kicked open, more than a dozen men rushed in, then pressed Mr. Frazer and the others down on the table without saying a word.
Just as Mr. Frazer was about to lose his temper, he felt a chill that emanated from his forehead. He took a close look and saw the dark muzzle of a gun, scaring him so badly that his legs turned jelly and almost wet his pants. As he scanned around once more, he realised that every one of his friends had a gun pointed at their heads.
Mr. Frazer and the others had never witnessed such a scene before. All of them were so frightened that their faces turned pale.
"Who... Who are you?" Mr. Frazer asked, shivering. He was so nervous that his lips turned purple.
The Silver Visitor walked in, dressed in casual wear. He pulled out his identification card from his coat pocket and threw it on the table in front of Mr. Frazer.
Mr. Frazer did not see which department the identification card of the Silver Visitor belonged to, but upon noticing the steel markings on it, it became clear to Mr. Frazer that the man before him was no ordinary man.
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