Back to the Dolcy Corporate, when they entered the sales department, all the people paid attention to
them.
But to their surprise, Harry and Jackson weren’t beaten black and blue. Instead, Harry strutted in with a
pride look.
"Did you get the money?" Arlo came over with the teacup in his hand, looking surprised.
In his opinion, it was an impossible task to take back the money from Big B of South State.
They had only been out for an hour, but it might be neither of them dared to go to Big B, so they came
back halfway.
If that was the case, it gave Arlo a reason to punish them.
"Yes, of course. The money has been sent to the finance department. You can check it if you don't
believe me." Harry said proudly, throwing his head back.
With that, he stopped talking to Arlo and started pouring water for Jackson.
Hearing this, everyone around, including Arlo, fell silent.
Big B had been blacklisted by Dolcy Corporate and the two men not only got their money back, but
they were safe and sound. What the hell was going on?
Did these two guys know Big B?
It was impossible. Big B had taken Arlo’s money. Would he play tricks with Arlo?
He turned around and went to the finance department. After checking the situation, he actually received
a million yuan. It was transferred by Big B's company.
Arlo was so angry that he took out his phone and called Big B.
"Hey, Big B? This is Arlo. The two guys went to your company to get the money. Why did you transfer
the money over? Didn’t you teach them a lesson? Hey, you ignored the rules."
At this time, Big B's men were dressing his wounds. At his feet, there was a dead Tibetan mastiff.
His dog died and he was thinking how to give it a big funeral when Arlo called.
Listen to Arlo’s voice, Big B shouted, "You fucking mother. Shit! Arlo, if you dare to call me again, I will
discredit you!"
Arlo frowned, adjusted his glasses and said disapprovingly, "Big B, you took my money, but you didn’t
handle the things well and you scolded me! How dare you! Give me back the money!"
It was a hundred thousand yuan. He couldn’t waste his money.
Big B kicked his assistant away and growled at the phone,
"One hundred thousand yuan is not enough to buy a good cemetery for my dog. I have lost a lot in the
business! Fuck you! I am going to dig your ancestral grave out now!"
Then he dropped the phone on the floor.
Arlo can't make head nor tail of it. What was he talking about? How could it have anything to do with
dogs?
"These guys are so lucky. They even got back the money Big B owed us. It's so weird."
"Oh! I lost one hundred thousand yuan! I have to figure out some ways to deal with the two bastards."
Arlo thought indignantly, sat down in his chair, and began to ponder.
As the hours ticked by, Jackson had nothing to do but watch movies and play video games, and then
he took Harry to the gym in the afternoon to continue his intense training.
A day passed quickly.
Jackson thought he'd have a few more days to relax himself, but later that night, when he was in his
room and wanted to train himself, he got a phone call.
It was from Blazing Angel, Gabriel!
Jackson smiled faintly and answered the phone.
"Gabriel, you've got a job in East Turkistan, so why are you calling me?"
At this time, in the back of the Dragon Palace headquarters in Europe, there was a training base
covering thousands of square meters.
Jackson could clearly hear Barrett hitting the target.
At the edge of the training field, a white man in a flaming red suit and limited-edition Montblanc pink
glasses crossed his legs and laughed.
"Sir, the East Turkistan fighters are not as much as my bullets. They have long since been settled.".
"Are you boasting yourself in front of your boss again? How about your wound?"
At this point, a burly, dark-skinned man in a white vest passed Gabriel with a sneer.
"Shit, Uriel, can you stop bad-mouthing me in front of the boss! Let’s fight together if you have the
guts!"
"Fine, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, Thai boxing, taekwondo, Wing Chun, whichever you want?" Uriel shows two
rows of white teeth, laughing.
Mr. Gabriel gave Mr. Uriel a middle finger and said scornfully,
"You are such a martial maniacal, I won’t compete with you with fighting. If you have the ability, let’s
compete the gun techniques! I can beat you know even I am 800 miles away."
"God, you've been watching too much Surper’s soap opera recently? Boss, have you heard this guy
boasting himself? You've got to teach him a lesson!"
"Get away quickly, I have something to talk with the master." Gabriel waved impatiently.
Jackson shook his head and smiled as he listened on the phone.
Gabriel, Burning Angel, was a gun-firing genius who, once alone killed hundreds of heavily armed
members of a Terrorist group in East Africa with a desert eagle. Gabriel's name had ranked the second
on the dark Web gun list ever since.
Because the first one was Jackson.
Uriel, Earth Angel, a mad fighter, and a man who knew hundreds of martial arts, was a walking martial
artist. Someone once said that don't let Uriel come near you, or he had a million ways to end your life.
Gabriel and Uriel, the two of Jackson's four Blazing Angels, were always joking with each other.
Jackson had been used to it.
"What’s wrong?"
Gabriel looked serious and said, "Jackson, the Dragon Palace intelligence investigation indicates that
there is a lot of underground activities in Europe and a small number of team has been infiltrated into
Surper through special channels."
Jackson frowned. "For K-one?"
"Yes, boss, so our four Blazing Angels had an impromptu meeting with twelve Seraphs that we decided
to send me to Surper to support you."
Gabriel gave an eager smile as he said this.
He heard that the girls in Surper were the most beautiful, more independent than those in Japan, and
shier than those of America. The boss had found a wife of Surper, so we should keep up with him,
right?
Jackson sneered, "I don't think it was an impromptu meeting, but you volunteer to offer your own
service. You've always wanted to come to Surper for girls, haven't you?"
Gabriel gave an awkward smile. "Hey, I really can’t hide you from everything." he said.
"All right, you can come over. But before you do, pass over my order."
Speaking of this, Jackson’s voice became cold, "Warn those guys in Europe that if they dare come to
Surper and start a riot, they'll be ready for the wrath of the Dragon Palace." Jackson said coldly.
Gabriel straightened up and respectfully replied, "Yes, master!"
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