Caesar has always regarded Mr. Ward as a cash cow. The annual protection fee paid by him alone is as much as seven or eight million. In addition to the part handed over to Don Albert, Caesar can also save two or three million.
Therefore, as soon as he heard that he was going to kill someone, he blurted out without hesitation: “Okay, wait a minute, I’ll take someone there!”
After Mr. Ward thanked him so much, he hung up the phone and looked at Charlie with a sneer: “Boy, don’t blame me for not giving you a chance to survive. I asked you to kneel, but you didn’t cherish it, but you don’t kneel now. It’s too late.”
Charlie smiled and asked, “Who did you call just now? Caesar Hilton? Is this John Rambo from “First Blood”?”
“Be less f*cking crazy!” Mr. Ward said coldly: “Caesar, one of Don Albert’s four heavenly kings!”
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