"Miss Huntington! How did it go?"
Seeing the call from Itai Huntington pop up on the phone, Arvid Woody excitedly answered.
Just now, he had made calls to three people in a row, but not a single one answered.
This only made Arvid Woody more worried.
If something happened to people under his watch, he, as the deputy general manager, could hardly shirk responsibility.
And it was Emperor's Hall at that!
He had chatted with a few friends not long ago, talking about Aron Jackson.
This was a devil who killed without blinking an eye!
He was ruthless and cold-blooded in his actions.
In Gonzalez City, it was better to offend the King of Hell than to offend Aron Jackson!
Offending the King of Hell would at worst send you to the eighteenth level of hell.
But offending Aron Jackson might send you to the nineteenth level!
Now that his own staff had offended someone even more fearsome than the King of Hell, how could he not panic?
"Miss Huntington, don't worry about the money!"