Thinking of this, he looked at the other person carefully, then nodded, picked up the small box and left.

——The bar is crowded with people and not a good place to count money. Since the other party knows Camili, there should be a basis for cooperation.

Seeing him leaving, Bentley asked in a low voice, "Are the living dead... also opponents?"

How could I have so many enemies? Qu Jianlei shook his head in confusion, "Youyou has a friend... who is a high-level executive there."

"Friend..." Bentley nodded thoughtfully and stopped asking questions. His curiosity was not that strong.

About an hour later, the middle-aged man came back, bringing with him a man wearing a half-mask.

The man was dressed in flashy clothes, and at first glance he looked like a dandy looking for fun in a nightclub.

The middle-aged man whispered, "Okay, you two can talk and just give him the balance."

The handsome man in the mask looked Qu Jianlei up and down, took out a small memory, raised his hand and put it on the table, "Check the goods first?"

Qu Jianlei glanced at the memory, looked at the other party, and spoke with interest.
Chapter completed!