After ending the call, I couldn't help but chuckle.
These money-hungry bastards always wanted to lord over everyone else, treating people like their personal puppets.
That was something I'd never stomach. Atkinson Samson proved that point perfectly.
I grabbed my phone and dialed Victor Green's number.
Once the call connected, I said, "Victor Green, you and Mya Winona need to head out tomorrow. Come to Cango City."
"Mason Raymond, I finally tracked you down..."
But a menacing voice answered instead.
I frowned. "Who the hell are you?"
"Me? Someone's paying me to put you in the ground, but I couldn't find you. So I had to camp out at your place and wait." The voice was ice-cold.
"Let me introduce myself. You should know my name - I'm Dalia Yann."
I said flatly, "Dalia Yann? Never heard of you."
Dalia Yann paused on the other end. Then he let out a nasty laugh. "You've never heard my name? Looks like you don't get out much..."
