"No, I have matters to attend to," Zhang Beixing said, waving his hand in refusal.
If he were here for leisure, then tagging along with Bartram would naturally have been no issue.
But the problem was that his visit wasn't for pleasure; he had come to the Land of Ladyboys with serious business.
Bartram had clearly discerned this from Zhang Beixing's behavior and expressions.
He couldn't help but let out a soft "Huh."
Then, boldly, he looked at Zhang Beixing and asked, "May I inquire, President Zhang, what you are planning to do next? Perhaps we can be of assistance."
"Murder!" Zhang Beixing stated bluntly, making no effort to conceal his intent. After all, he hadn't planned to hide his tracks on this trip; his purpose was to draw out the enemy as quickly as possible.
Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from Zhang Beixing, Bartram's pupils contracted slightly.
But at this moment, Zhang Beixing's response captivated him even more.
