Long Xiliang continued to cover his mouth and nose:
"You'd better quickly gather your people and return to your own territory. As a good citizen of China, I can't be involved in harboring fugitives."
Long Xiliang's words were light, but Long Yinghua's face was already looking grim. However, with her mask and bandages, Long Xiliang couldn't see it.
Someone under Long Xiliang's wing stepped forward, holding an iPad. Displayed on the iPad screen was a contract.
The verbal agreement between him and Long Yinghua couldn't be counted. Long Yinghua's massive concession to offer eighty percent of the profits had to be formalized by signing the contract.
Long Yinghua picked up the touch pen and signed her name on the iPad.
As Long Yinghua signed, her signature simultaneously appeared on another iPad, which was handed to Long Xiliang by his side.
After confirming the signature, he smiled and said:
