"That's our target? One of the six managers of the Tasting Commerce Association?"
Xia Na lowered her voice. Chen Che nodded, the corners of his mouth curving up in a sly smile.
He had just listened in on Ulat's inner thoughts, but it wasn't enough.
Black Bear only knew that the underground production plant for Pandora's Kiss was somewhere beneath the Horus Grand Casino.
But Black Bear didn't actually know where the exact entrance was.
A place like that—the entrance would definitely be hidden as hell.
Only someone high up like Ulat would know.
That's why Chen Che made such a mess here—to flush out the management so he could listen to their thoughts and find out everything about this place.
Entering the Golden Gambling Pool.
Whether it was the decor or the scale of the gambling tables, it was leagues above the Bronze Gambling Pool.
"So what now? How do we investigate? That manager probably recognized you, right?"
