Damn it, just a few hours ago, he had someone deliver tens of millions in cash to Zahal. Why was he still not satisfied? Shouldn’t they work together to take down the fat goat Jethro, so they could all get rich together?
Did Zahal no longer want to live?
“Oh, so you’re still talking back when you owe money? Dante, are you trying to play games with me right here in Green Flower?” Zahal warned him, then slapped him again, sending Dante rolling twice with his face swelling.
“You! How dare you? Do the Mark family want to die? You even dare to hit me?” Dante jumped up, furious, glaring at Zahal.
Dante truly didn’t understand what was happening. Why was Zahal hitting him again?
Weren’t they drinking and having a good time together the day before? Hadn’t they agreed to work together to take
