Yang Fei was stunned, staring at the dagger in Mosika's shoulder.
The dagger was lodged in Mosika's shoulder, the hilt still trembling slightly.
Mosika was also stunned. He had never seen such an evil person in the world!
Yang Fei opened his mouth and cautiously began to apologize again.
"Boss, I'm sorry, I swear, this time it really wasn't intentional..."
"Please forgive me, whatever you say, I'll do it. I'll have someone bring the goods right away."
Mosika let out a wail, and the last bit of hope in his heart vanished without a trace.
He took out a phone and loudly ordered his men to bring over the withheld bullets and grenades.
Yang Fei pulled the dagger out of Mosika's shoulder, looking sincerely regretful.
"Sigh, looks like my knife skills need more practice."
Cold sweat poured down Mosika's forehead.
Seeing Yang Fei finally put away that terrifying dagger, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Mosika knew very well.
If he didn't give a definitive answer.
