"Your little money isn't worthy of the Bolita family's double-cross."
Virel stared at the big guy Zola, directly pointing his gun at his head, and growled.
"Use your pig brain to think about it, which earns more, double-crossing or selling bootleg liquor?!"
Virel's questioning, including his actions, left the big guy Zola stunned. Although Zola is quite large and looks somewhat clumsy, he must not be entirely brainless to reach his position.
Compared to their distribution route, double-crossing is indeed a mindless approach.
"Alright, Virel, old man, I'll trust you this time." Zola moved his gun away.
Virel nodded: "Get your men to drive the cars away directly; you've already inspected the goods. My people and I will cover the rear."
"What about the money?"
"You take the liquor back first, the money can come anytime."
Virel's words made Zola stunned again. This time he truly believed Virel, even the money could wait.
This was handing over his heart completely.
