"That homosexual heiress?"
"Yeah, that's her."
Liu Zheng nodded.
"Oh, then no worries. Remember, whenever you rope in someone new, you must report to me immediately. If you dare to mess up my gambling business, I'll sell you to Britain to pay off the debt."
Niu Ma said fiercely.
"Wow, that's way too harsh, isn't it?"
He immediately felt a chill run down his spine.
"No poison, no great man. I'm counting on this gambling setup to make a big haul. Anyone who stands in my way, even a god, will have to die."
"You're not planning on smuggling anymore?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"I'm still doing it, got to handle both ends. When I have enough money, I'll go legit, start a trading company or something. By then, I'll have a stack of pure gold business cards, bigger than your head, with every title imaginable printed on them—Chairman, President, Manager, you name it."
Niu Ma got lost in his fantasy.
"I think the title 'Delivery Gang Boss' would have more prestige."
He retorted.
