"As Catrina said, I will also sell to regular guests. But I will divide the sales into two ways: through those who wish to apply for the Grand Ocean's VVIP guest membership and they pay annually the sum of $30 Billion to enjoy the business transaction facilities inside. That fee includes if they order narcotics, alcohol, weaponry, or enjoy female entertainment..." Mr. Walter then turned to the LED screen and showed an image of the Grand Ocean's magnificent building. There were five other images located around the image of the Grand Ocean in the center. "Take a look. They can get all these facilities-with a maximum limit according to the VVIP package they choose, of course. As for the regular guests, the second way is that the Grand Ocean club and restaurant will cooperate with several other clubs and restaurants to sell methanol alcohol products or narcotic pills to regular customers...""...both Grand Ocean restaurants and clubs and other restaurants and clubs, they will write the
"Hello?" greeted Leo. "Hello, Mr. Leo, we have successfully delivered the package to Mr. Joshua," Hans said in a typical reporting tone. "Okay, by the way, about the memory card of the glasses camera that recorded Troy's actions, you have secured it, Hans?" asked Leo. "Already, Mr. Leo, I have secured the memory card, Mr. Leo doesn't need to worry," Hans assured Leo. "Alright, good job," said Leo and ended his phone call with Hans. Leo, who felt the need to contact Mr. Joshua immediately looked for Mr. Joshua's name in his contact list and called him. "Hello, Mr. Joshua, there's a package waiting for you in the basement of the prosecutor's office," Leo said immediately without preamble. "Yes, I have seen this package from you Mr. Leo, what do you mean by sending it to me?" asked Mr. Joshua in a tone of surprise and confusion, "How did you do this to this person?" continued Mr. Joshua. "My men and I ambushed him at the hotel where he was about to play with women," Leo r
On the way, Leo deliberately contacted Bram via video call. Shortly after the video call was picked up by Bram, he watched as the camera panned to Mr. Jonsen who was gathered on the VIP sofa with three other men. Not just the three other men. But also the LCs who accompanied them. All the women on the couch, for some reason, looked like they were very drunk. "Wait, didn't Mr. Jonsen just arrive a few minutes ago?" Leo asked. Hans also took a quick glance at Leo's phone screen. Curiosity was evident on his face, wanting to know what had happened to Mr. Jonsen. "Don't you think it's strange that these women were already very drunk when Mr. Jonsen arrived just a few minutes ago?" Leo asked again. Hans nodded his head. "Yes, it should be. Did they use a very high dose of alcohol, or were the women given something before Mr. Jonsen arrived?" Leo looked very thoughtful after Hans said that. He suddenly felt very curious and wanted to know what was the reason. On the other h
Mr. Walter was a little taken aback by Leo's words. But a few seconds later, he laughed awkwardly. "No way. How can you think he hates you?" asked Mr. Walter. Leo let out a small hiss and pretended to think even more. His index finger was now tapping his own temple. "I don't want to judge him badly either, Mr. Walter. But, when I spoke with Mr. Jonsen a few minutes ago, I felt that resentment. He didn't seem to accept my presence as a major investor," Leo retorted. Having said that, Leo lifted his face and straightened his gaze to match Mr. Walter's. While focusing his eyes on one point, he read the notification on the system screen. [WALTER ORLANDO] [FEELINGS: DISGUSTED (88%) ANNOYED (77%)] Leo secretly curved a lopsided smile reading Mr. Walter's current feeling prediction. "I know you might be annoyed with me because I might sound pretentious when I say this," Leo said, deliberately provoking Mr. Walter further. The look of astonishment on Mr. Walter's face inst
'Damn, Mr. Jonsen is quite dangerous with his very strong instincts,' Leo thought with some annoyance. Mr. Jonsen, on the other hand, raised both eyebrows with a suspicious glance. There was an arch of a smile that implied he was satisfied with being able to corner Leo. "I don't know what people like you usually do before negotiating with a third party?" Leo asked. Instantly Mr. Jonsen's faint smile faded. "Oh, or rather, what you do before negotiating with anyone. If you mean, I negotiated with Mr. Pablo personally before the negotiation meeting with Mr. Walter like you did, I didn't do that." Mr. Jonsen immediately frowned sharply and felt offended at Leo's remark. He spontaneously straightened his sitting position and looked at him with a threatening gaze. "I don't understand why you say that," Mr. Jonsen said. "I don't do things like that. Are you doubting my negotiation skills?" "Oh, of course not. The one who just underestimated me is you, Mr. Jonsen. You und
With an expression that could no longer hide his nervousness, Zaves laughed sarcastically. Zaves looked even more irritated at Leo. "Ah, damn it. You suddenly came up to me and pointed that recording gun so you could corner me, just to ask about that bastard?" Zaves said in a grumbling tone. Leo suddenly frowned when he saw Zaves' reaction. "That bastard?" Leo quoted Zaves' nickname for Mr. Jonsen. "That's right. The bastard who's been scamming people and saying he'll distribute the best alcohol-when it's brand counterfeiting?" Leo couldn't help but laugh mockingly. Somehow hearing Zaves' words gave him goosebumps. "Oh my. You say that as if you're different from him. You're the same," Leo retorted, his tone implying irritation. Zaves immediately protested, "How can I be just like him? He killed many people with his fraudulent acts-" "Can't your fraudulent act of cheating voting data kill people? If you don't become a leader who makes wise policies, then it's th
didn't expect to meet the heir of Araizona Group Company. I'm Mr. Pedro, Director of Araizona Group. I'm very happy to welcome you." Leo arched a warm smile in reply to Mr. Pedro's words. "Thank you, Mr. Pedro," Leo said. Before Leo could say anything else, Bram suddenly approached him. Bram whispered something very serious to Leo. "Mr. Leo, someone is waiting to see you in the VIP room." Leo's eyebrows furrowed at Bram's words. Leo briefly looked at Bram as if asking who was coming, then Bram replied by shaking his head. "That person asked not to mention his name in front of you," Bram explained. "Should I come there now?" asked Leo. "They seem urgent to talk to you." Leo finally looked at Mr. Pedro and the staff. "I really appreciate your hospitality. Sorry, I have to meet someone who wants to talk to me now. It's an urgent situation," Leo excused himself. It wasn't long before Leo stepped out again with Bram. Followed by two bodyguards who led them to the VIP
"I think Mr. Walter would have spread it instead of exposing that the alcohol contained methanol," said Leo who was thinking seriously. "There was a case where a mafia gang was smuggling illegal narcotics, but they wrapped it in a different package," Hans said. Leo looked at Hans with both eyebrows furrowed. Out of curiosity, Leo's sitting position spontaneously leaned towards Hans. "Has there ever been a case like that? And how did they end up?" Leo asked. "Their actions were not uncovered for many years, but one of the members turned out to be an undercover private detective team. The private detective team cooperated with police detectives and many parties-I honestly don't know them by heart. So their actions were uncovered after six years," Hans replied. "They needed to wait six years undercover to be exposed?" "No, two years. Six years is the time they did the business," Hans replied. Leo let out a long sigh. "Ah, I must dissuade Mr. Walter before he has t