This time, something felt off about the situation.
The woman in his arms seemed to sense his terrible mood and cautiously kept silent.
At that moment, the latest model 8848 titanium phone he had casually tossed on the wooden table started vibrating intensely.
Che Qiao glanced at the caller ID, abruptly sat up, and rudely pushed the woman aside. She was caught off guard and fell onto the sofa with a startled cry.
Taking a deep breath, Che Qiao pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear, "Hello?"
On the other end, the voice of Alfredo Marquez, the Deputy Minister of Health, sounded very agitated, "Che Qiao! Where the hell are you right now?!"
Che Qiao scanned the surroundings of the bar, noticing nothing unusual.
But he still maintained the cautiousness of a gang leader, not revealing his true location: "Outside, get to the point, Mr. Marquez."
"Stop wandering outside, listen to me, quickly gather your core brothers and leave Cancun! Right now."
