Bai Giyu stared glumly at the pile of Hell Money on the table, his heart heavy.
Old Ninth had actually brought over a dozen packs of Hell Money to negotiate with him. This went beyond provocation.
His men had searched almost the entire Korean district, but they still hadn't found Old Ninth.
Even the Fang Mu Company's offices had been deserted.
Bai Giyu had nowhere to vent his anger, but he still had to carry out Chairman Bai's instructions.
He picked up his phone and called the Indian and the monkey.
"Qingjun, book another private room. I want to invite Young Master Ruan and Amir."
These two were the sons of men on the monkey and Indian ethnic committees, and their standing was equal to Bai Giyu's.
"Bring the Happy Powder too. I want to give them a proper reception."
The secretary beside him nodded respectfully, then asked with some curiosity, "Young master, haven't you always looked down on them and called them barbarians?"
"Hmph." Bai Giyu spoke sullenly, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. "Now we have a common enemy. That bastard Old Ninth gave me Hell Money. I'm going to join forces with the other two families and take him out."
"Yes, sir."
Late that night.
Inside the hotel.
In a VIP private room.
Five beautiful women knelt on the tatami mats, attending to Bai Giyu's honored guests.
One was a rugged-looking Indian with some white ancestry.
The other was a skinny little monkey with a sleazy expression.
Like Old Ninth, both scoffed at the table full of kimchi, but neither felt able to say so.
After forcing themselves to take a couple of bites, they put down their chopsticks.
"I heard the Dragon Kingdom people approached your Bai Family to negotiate. You must have made