Zhao Ritian's words made Ye Huan squint slightly, while a cold sneer flashed in his heart.
Sell to Africa?
It seems Zhao Ritian's smuggling involves more than just goods or other items.
There must be people too!
"I'm asking you, do you think you're suitable for mining in Africa? Hmm?" Zhao Ritian spoke again, repeatedly pressing and releasing the trigger slightly, the threat obvious, looking very arrogant.
Ye Huan didn't respond immediately, his expression indifferent, he grabbed a couple of peanuts.
After swallowing, he sneered out loud, "Sell me to Africa? Zhao Ritian, aren't you afraid of dying for saying that?"
"..."
Zhao Ritian was silent for a while, then chuckled disdainfully, pressing the gun harder against Ye Huan's forehead.
He exhaled a thick puff of smoke and mocked, "Kid, colluding with Bai Youling to deceive me is one crime, and daring to threaten me is another. With both crimes, do you want to eat two bullets, or go mining in Africa?"
