Chapter 120

After some thought, Zahal suddenly laughed triumphantly and said: "Oron, call Uri and ask what's taking him so long. It's just dealing with one Jethro, right?"

Oron took out his phone, dialed the number, and said doubtfully: "It seems like the signal isn't great. I can't get through. I'll go outside and try calling again."

With that, Oron left the room.

Bam!

Not even three seconds after stepping out, Oron was kick flying back into the room, landing with a crash on a bag full of money. The impact was so forceful that the bag ripped open, and bills scattered everywhere.

"You don't need to call Uri anymore."

Theophilus entered without expression, sitting down confidently, while Jethro stood beside him, giving Zahal an icy stare.

"Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?" A thug with a menacing face growled.

Theophilus flicked a metal plate at the man's face,