Fat Pig leaned back in his chair, fingers interlaced over his belly, a smug smile spreading across his face.
“Fine,” he said slowly.
“Since things have come to this, I’ll stop beating around the bush.”
He glanced around the room, deliberately letting the silence stretch before continuing.
“I’ve received reliable information. The final ten billion that showed up—those funds came from the Japanese.”
The moment he said that, the atmosphere changed.
“They took a massive hit here,” Fat Pig went on calmly.
“And knowing how the Japanese operate, do you really think they’ll just swallow that loss?”
He snorted.
“They’ll definitely find a way to take back what they lost.”
Fat Pig straightened, his tone growing colder.
“So after you go back, I want you to activate all your connections. I d
