"Heh," Feng Jun sneered coldly, "Does the Pioneer Bank have the nerve to ask? Who told you that?"
He Runxian was taken aback for a moment, then answered, "It must have been President Bell."
"He really has the nerve to say that," Feng Jun shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Do you know what he did?"
He Runxian, having run such a large business, was surely no fool and quickly distanced himself, "I really don't know, what did he do?"
"Installed locators on the cargo containers," Feng Jun snorted coldly, "This isn't something he could decide alone."
"Locators?" He Runxian gasped upon hearing this, finally understanding why Feng Jun was upset. For someone working as a broker, nothing was more important than channels, "This is a very serious matter. Do you have evidence?"
"Evidence... do you want witness or physical evidence?" Feng Jun sneered, "I have eight people in my hands, and I'm considering how many to leave alive."
