"A billion? Not bad."
Chu Feng glanced at the final amount on the document and nodded slightly, showing no particular surprise.
Seeing his composed demeanor, Taran was inwardly surprised. It seems Chu Feng's commissions are always in the billions. No wonder he isn't overly surprised by this sum.
"Take a look at the Bizarre information in the document; it should pique your interest!"
At Taran's words, Chu Feng paused. His fingers danced across the screen, and soon he was reading the section detailing the Bizarre.
As he read, his eyes gradually narrowed.
"Terry! That name does sound a bit familiar."
"He was the liaison officer assigned to you by the federal government during the Portland incident."
Taran's words instantly brought to Chu Feng's mind a short, chubby white man with a pug nose and gold-rimmed glasses.
"I remember now! He just vanished all of a sudden..."
