"Now I have at least one hundred thousand permanent employees," Mimili chuckled proudly, "Do you need me to call my men over? If news gets out that I'm robbed by these amateur pirate groups, I would be laughed at by my peers."
"Forget what that guy said?"
Kolev replied gently:
"Patience, we are just ordinary passengers now. Don't feel any psychological pressure and don't try to make eye contact with them.
"They're just kind pirates. Their style is to grab the money and run, don't..."
Boom!
The sound of the electromagnetic gun firing suddenly came from the corner.
The middle-aged man they had just recognized stood up suddenly. The newly assembled mini electromagnetic gun in his hand fired a blank shot, and then he shouted angrily:
"Everyone stay in your seats! Raise your hands! Raise them!"
Kolev and Mimili exchanged glances, each showing a contemptuous and dismissive smile.
This is too amateurish, not professional at all.
