Mexico.
Capital.
At this moment.
Looking at those jaw-dropping numbers in the news, many people gritted their teeth in hatred. The appearance of fruit wine brought down the livelihoods of countless people.
Too many people's good days.
Gone in the blink of an eye.
The more they watched.
The angrier they got.
The more they thought.
The more infuriated they became. Each underworld force lost their biggest profit source, leaving only high-interest lending, extortion, or the flesh trade.
How bleak!
It was all created by Aikodu.
Hmph!
"The higher you jump, the harder you fall." Some people cursed inwardly, firmly believing that one day, they would see Aikodu's downfall due to 'jumping too high'.
They glanced north.
With complicated eyes.
Everyone said they were too close to the United States. At this moment, they could only hope that the United States would make a move and teach Aikodu a lesson. Take revenge for them.
In Mexico's local circles.
It was always believed.
