"Eight people?" Bell cried. "What eight people? What are you talking about?"
He knew perfectly well what was going on, but he could not admit it—though finding those eight people was a heavy burden on his shoulders.
"Then just pretend you didn't understand," He Runxian said, unwilling to waste words on someone like him. "I'm just telling you that I can't handle Pioneer Bank's goods anymore. Don't come looking for me if anything happens."
"Runxian, wait," President Bell said. He could no longer afford to put on airs. He knew exactly what he had done. Though he could not admit it outright, he still had other cards to play, so he dropped his pretense. "Your family's goods... have they arrived?"
And you still haven't forgotten to probe? He Runxian felt nothing but contempt for him. "I'm not too sure about my family's goods... but if you're waiting for Pioneer Bank's goods, I hear that'll be difficult."
"Hey, hey, listen to me," President Bell tried to explain, but the other side cut off the call directly.
Feng Jun was actually quite fair in his dealings. He first confirmed that Hesheng had finished transferring its goods before arriving above Left Dragon City, locating Bell's villa, and dropping two people straight down.
Under normal circumstances, those two would have been killed by the fall. However... Bell's villa was no less heavily defended than He Huiqing's. Guns and cannons opened fire at once, riddling the two men with holes.
President Bell quickly identified them—they were the people from the Dumbbell Galaxy who had been monitoring the goods.
He then learned that eight people had indeed gone missing that day, and he immediately panicked. This was going to blow up.
To him, eight lives were nothing. That was no joke; Pioneer Bank had been involved