Set his sights on these two old Black. After all, this is a best-selling model from the 16th century.
Allen Zhang, of course, had no objections; he nodded, "Okay."
"Pleasure doing business, see you next time."
Stanssen, satisfied, nodded his head, had his bodyguard take the person to the car, waved goodbye, and the driver on the car left Rocky Beach at full throttle.
Allen Zhang watched them leave, and then took Sieg and the others by car, back to the downtown area.
"Weren't we going to apply for security jobs?" Sieg asked.
Allen Zhang glanced at his phone, having received no message from Olivia, casually replied: "No news yet, you guys go to work first. I'll notify you when there is an update."
"Ok."
Sieg and the others got off the car halfway to the Fifth District; Allen Zhang continued driving back to the bridge tunnel camp.
