"Chief Qing Luo, I'd advise you to watch your words; it might be better."
Joy expressed dissatisfaction with Qing Luo's choice of words.
Yet Qing Luo was indifferent,
"Your husband is a businessman who only seeks profits, and now he's almost a politician, so he needs a clean 'background' and reputation."
"But I am a soldier, and every war requires soldiers to fight with their blood and lives."
"Go back and tell your husband I greatly appreciate his investment and help, but as for interfering with my actions, that's not happening."
Qing Luo said this indifferently, and as soon as he finished speaking, the guards standing about two or three meters behind him drew their guns, aiming at Joy.
Instantly, the air was filled with the scent of gunpowder.
Joy slightly furrowed his brows, stared at Qing Luo for a few seconds, then laughed after a long while,
