"Yousuf."
Song Heping initiated a conversation with the plump man.
"Your job sounds quite dangerous, why haven't the Temporary Management Committee provided you with a bodyguard?"
The chubby Yousuf was originally a chatterbox, and Samir, who was cold and aloof, had long been holding back.
Since Song Heping was Samir's boss and had initiated a conversation with him, he immediately perked up.
"Hey, don't even mention it!"
The chubby man slapped his own fat thigh, expressing heartache and a bit of self-mockery, "Who would care about people like us?"
He paused, stealing a glance at Samir, who was driving.
"You are Samir's boss, right? From the Defense Company?"
"Yes, 'Musician' Defense is my company."
Song Heping did not intend to hide it.
Yousuf said, "You must not be aware of the current situation here in Illiguo!"
Song Heping asked, "What situation?"