Taran's words piqued Chu Feng's interest, causing him to raise an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
He took the document from Taran's hand, scanned it quickly, and was immediately taken aback.
George Mancini, now that's a somewhat familiar name...
Recalling that perilous experience, he felt a pang of nostalgia for a moment.
If it hadn't been for the System's help, he likely would have died in that underground parking lot.
But times had changed, and even that once-crippled Hell Evil Spirit now seemed, in retrospect, not so terrifying!
Shaking his head lightly, Chu Feng continued to read.
The contents of the commission and the commission amount were both satisfactory.
However, the situation description below made him frown slightly.
He remembered that the blond boy was named Ross Mancini, wasn't he?
Why was there no special mention of him here...
His thoughts raced, and he instantly grasped what New York's wealthiest man was thinking.
