462 is not as good

The Hunt for Paris.

Four simple words, yet they brimmed with a suffocatingly domineering air.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Pei Yunxi was dazed.

Jiang Chen picked up his glass, his expression calm, and took a sip of water.

Joe Bankton paused for a moment, then sat up straight involuntarily, with a posture that was highly aggressive from a psychological standpoint, and looked at the young man from the East who had made the bold claim, curling his lip.

"Mr. Jiang has quite the audacity, aren't you afraid that the wind might be too strong, and you'll twist your tongue?"

Jiang Chen gave a faint smile.

"I consider Mr. Bankton a friend, that's why I speak frankly. To be honest, I invited Mr. Bankton here to ask him to join this plan."

Joe Bankton sneered.

He was of course a clever man.

How could he not know that this so-called "Hunt for Paris" plan was targeting?

"You mean, you want me to help you fight against my own company?"

"My own company?"