Seeing that Mu Xiaojiu's gaze was not on him, the man spoke again.
"We are all our own people, Mr. Xiaojiu, why bother making the boss unhappy over such a small matter?"
"If he gets angry, you know the consequences will be troublesome..."
Before he could finish, he suddenly stopped.
Feeling a cold breath suddenly emanating from Mu Xiaojiu, his body instantly tensed up.
The strong presence coupled with the chilly breath made him doubt whether what he just said was a grave mistake.
Maybe, Mu Xiaojiu was someone who couldn't be threatened at all.
"Speak, how many people were sent here in total?"
Ye Hua's resonant voice snapped him back to reality.
He shook his head: "I don't know, it was arranged by the boss, I really don't know."
"Do you truly not know, or are you just refusing to say?" Ye Hua narrowed his eyes; this kind of person wouldn't shed tears unless they see a coffin.
