One Of A Gemstone [IV]

With a banging sound, a sharp specially made stone-cutting knife fell to the ground.

A group of burly men surrounded Irving in an instant, with unfriendly faces and fierce eyes.

Among them was a bald strong man in his thirties, who shouted fiercely: "Boy, our boss is the best stone cutter in New York City - Kellerman!"

Another short and fat young man replied, "You idiot, how dare you say that our boss's stone-cutting skills are too poor? Believe it or not, I will smash your head with one punch!"

Speaking of which, the short and fat young man swung his pineapple-sized fist.

He looked so angry that it seemed as if he was going to hit Irving in the face in the next second.

At this time, an introduction came from the crowd: "Mr. Kellerman has been in the industry for nearly 30 years. He once opened an ice apple green stone worth tens of millions, which made him famous overnight. Even the rich people in the city would pay a high price to ask him to accompany them when they go abroad to pla