However, the next second, before anyone could blink, Wade Gray's head suddenly bobbed down and disappeared from the video screen...
Yuda Russo frowned deeply, feeling that the short few minutes of video chat had exhausted all his years of patience.
How did such an unfocused man become the leader of the globally renowned "Underworld" group?
This comparison only exacerbated the frustration in one's heart.
The Russo Corporation, with its century-old foundation and the blood and sweat of several generations poured into it, ended up inferior to a company led by such a young upstart.
No matter how you look at it, it's both laughable and pitiful.
At this moment, Wade Gray crouched down to avoid the camera, sneaking up to Joel Russo. With his hands on the table, he looked at him with a smiling gaze.
He glanced back at the projection wall where Yuda Russo's face was ashen, raised his eyebrows, and whispered into his hand placed by his mouth:
