Cleanup

Inside Oya Cross Nation, in a bustling city, within a lavish restaurant.

Outside a massive private room stood two rows of bodyguards dressed in black suits.

The table in the massive private room was laden with countless delicacies and fine wines.

A potbellied man with a face full of flesh had women on both sides of him, enjoying the feeding and service of beautiful dancers.

Across from him sat a bronze-skinned man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and an expensive suit. He carried the air of both a businessman and a politician, even possessing the imposing presence of someone in power.

Yet at that moment, the man was fawning over the obese, leering man before him.

"Colonel Colondo, are you satisfied with the hospitality I prepared for you?"

"Mm, I'm very satisfied. Say, Manrohan, is the money ready?" After the fat colonel swallowed the steak a beauty had cut for him, he kissed another beauty on the cheek.

Although disgust flashed through the kissed woman's heart, she did not dare show it and could only smile against her will. "You're awful."

"It is ready, Colonel. The money has already been transferred into the account you specified. You may check it."

The fat colonel took out his phone and checked the account he had specified. The money had indeed arrived.

"Colonel Colondo, we hope you can continue preparing the materials we need. This time, the quantity will be thirty percent greater than before, but the payment we offer will be double this time."

The fat colonel looked sideways at Manrohan, his expression troubled. "Manrohan, transferring those materials you wanted before made me nervous as hell. I spent a great deal of money, pulled countless strings, and paid people off to keep their mouths shut. Only then did I avoid being discovered by the