A Strange Method of Intimidation

"But didn't you hear what that kid said just now? He definitely doesn't take us seriously!"

The short man still wanted to argue, but the tall man's eyes were fixed solely on the piles of milk crates behind Christol.

Christol, standing nearby, did not dare interrupt carelessly and could only wait for the tall man to inspect them.

Seeing that his companion was completely ignoring him, the short man could only vent his anger on Christol.

If you don't know how to talk, then don't talk. Can't you at least make it sound nicer?

"What are you looking at? That hairstyle of yours is disgusting. Go change it immediately. Next time I come, you'd better not let me see that nauseating hairstyle again."

Christol's smile immediately froze. His subordinates were standing behind him, yet he was being humiliated like this.

But he did not dare argue back. He could only do as he was told.

Seeing Christol's face turn liver-colored, the short man suddenly felt much better.

Sure enough, happiness had to be built on someone else's suffering.

"Yes, yes, you're right. I'll change it next time."

"Mm. Stay farther away from me now."

Christol had originally wanted to step closer and say a few flattering words, but the short man's words brought him to an immediate halt.

"Alright, alright."

Although Christol was being treated this way, none of the men he had brought dared laugh out loud. They only felt afraid. Anyone who could make their captain so terrified had to be formidable.

Just how powerful were the Yonko's people?

"The quantity is fine. We can leave."

The two quickly finished counting. It had originally taken quite a bit of time to travel from here to their dairy factory, but this time, they had saved themselves some time.

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