Martin seemed to find it amusing, even shaking his head slightly, before turning his gaze to "Daddy," "Why?!"
Everyone present also looked towards "Daddy."
However, behind Martin, his underlings' eyes faintly revealed malice.
"Martin, I know you're a tough guy, and joining our neighborhood is certainly welcome. But, you must abide by the rules here," Daddy said with a smile, yet his eyes were dark, "Just now, the middleman called, the owner wants to buy back their goods. The price is negotiable, but you're not allowed to open or damage the items. That means, whether it's filled with Gold or jewelry and diamonds, you can't touch them."
"Got it?" Daddy asked in an "amicable" manner.
Martin's gaze flickered uncertainly.
The atmosphere here suddenly became a bit delicate, with everyone watching Martin.
There were only about twenty people here, but Daddy had two to three hundred under his command.
