"So, cooperation is our only way out," said Lao Wen.
"That's right, cooperation is our only way out." Kun Ma smiled: "But how to cooperate is a big problem?"
"We Chinese generally don't do business with our relatives or friends, as we might end up turning against each other due to uneven distribution of profits."
"Yes, this is driven by human nature." Old Wen nodded in agreement: "It's inevitable."
“So even if we can reach an agreement at present when we cooperate with each other, we will definitely become enemies in the future,” Kun Ma said with a smile.
"Then Mr. Ma, what do we do?" Old Wen's eyes gradually became sharper.
Kunma took out a dagger and stabbed it into the table.
"Mr. Wen, I know you are not an ordinary person." Kun Ma stared at Old Wen.
"What I did in China wasn't a big deal. It was just a gang vendetta, killing two notorious gangsters."
"But when the campaign against organized crime came along, I was also on the list."
"I fled here and could only follow Xhaka."
"Why is Mr. Ma telling me this?" Old Wen asked in a puzzled manner.
"Mr. Wen, I'm a rough man, but I also have brains." Kun Ma grinned.
"I just said that you are not an ordinary person. Although I don't know your true identity, I think you can help me."
"What do you want me to help you with?" Old Wen's eyes became unfathomable.
"I want to go home," Kunma said.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Lao Wen felt that his tone was a little choked.
Lao Wen has always believed that those who can come to Jinsanpo are cruel and inhumane.
Kunma gave him a different feeling.
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