When it comes down to it, don't you just want money? Bentley felt like he had grasped the other party's intention.
Bentley took a drag from his cigarette and started coughing violently, "Cough, cough, Jianlei, cough, cough... you tell him."
Qu Jianlei shook his head helplessly and spoke in a deep voice, "From whom did you buy this land?"
Bentley answered without hesitation, "It was sold by Central City... well, the price was relatively low."
There's definitely something fishy in the sale; it's an unspoken rule among the major forces in the city.
He was worried the other would make an issue out of it, so he simply admitted: we just wanted it cheap.
Qu Jianlei had no interest in this chatter. "Central City... was the Hedley Clan involved?"
Bentley couldn't help but glance at the other Ultimate Warrior present—a C-level one.
At first, the C-level warrior faced Bentley with a relatively calm expression, clearly confident.
