In the living room.
Upon listening.
Gitti, who was already prepared, wore an elusive smile on her face. She looked at the old man for a moment and slowly spoke, "Cooperation? What kind of cooperation?"
"Private."
"Mutually beneficial."
"Fair."
The old man smiled, said three words, and continued:
"After hearing about you, I was also very shocked. As for your conflict with Old Ford, I've heard about it, too. We have a basis for cooperation."
"Besides."
"I also have strength."
"Currently."
"Myanmar is causing trouble worldwide, offending too many people. You should be aware of our approach. We won't let it stay peaceful for long."
"However."
"Since this matter involves you, things are very different. Regarding Myanmar's affairs, although we won't openly help in Europe and America."
"But."
"We can obstruct some actions toward this side."
These words.
Were both a threat and advice.
After speaking.
The old man looked at Gitti.
"What do you think?"
Upon hearing this.
