Hearing Shen Feng's words, Mike froze for a moment. Then his eyes narrowed as he asked:
"What... are you talking about? Have... we met before?"
Although his accent was a bit strange, he was speaking Mandarin, and far better than most foreigners.
Shen Feng was a little surprised. He hadn't expected this Mike to know some Mandarin; he had underestimated him.
As expected of the self-proclaimed Emperor of New York's underworld. At the very least, his diligence in learning was commendable.
"Bart, what's going on?" Mike asked Bart.
'Why did they bring the target back here? Don't they know this will bring trouble and ruin our reputation?'
Compared to the easily flustered John, he trusted the steady and cold-blooded Bart more.
Bart didn't speak. Instead, John hurriedly said, "Boss, this gentleman said... he said he has a huge secret that he wanted to tell you personally."
Mike glanced at the expressionless Bart, feeling that something was off about him today.
