Sure enough, after waiting several hours, he met Maihati, a very arrogant middle-aged man.
Although he did not know Maihati, he could sense from him the air of someone who held great power and controlled other people's fates.
As a broker, Olai was quite satisfied with his own judgment.
Maihati, meanwhile, had been born into privilege, enjoyed a smooth career, and had people supporting him. Though he was not yet forty, he already held great power. Arrogance was simply standard for him.
Thus, upon seeing Maihati, Olai swiftly changed his expression and looked at him with admiration, fear, and anticipation, satisfying the man's arrogant bearing.
That way, at the very least, the visitor could gain a certain sense of satisfaction from him. Furthermore, if the man looked down on him, his disdain might make him relax his guard somewhat.
Olai was a shrewd man. Having struggled at the bottom of society for so many years, he naturally had his own way of surviving.
Sure enough, Maihati felt very pleased when he saw Olai's expression. He liked this feeling of holding people's lives in his hands—if he wanted someone to live, they could live; if he wanted them dead, they had to die.
Though he was not Malaikulemote, he could still control these people's lives! Malaikulemote was a powerful angel.
"Yes, I am Olai." Upon hearing Maihati's question, Olai promptly answered.
"Very good! Do you know why you were arrested?" Maihati asked.
"I don't know, sir! I'm just the owner of a small electrical appliances shop. I truly don't know what crime I've committed!" Olai made one final struggle. As a broker, he merely connected people and was involved in nothing else. Thus, although he walked along the edge of the law, whether it counted as a crime depended on what