Chapter 157

Who the hell was this guy? All of Remy's men were taken out before he could even blink. He trembled as he looked at his men on the ground. Every single one of them was either unconscious and bleeding or howling in agony from their broken bones. None of them could even stand. Remy turned to look at Wilbur shakily. "B-Bro, let's talk about this. I can give you all the money you want." Wilbur chuckled. He dragged a stool over and sat down across Remy. He took out his cigarettes and lit one of them, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke on Remy's face. "I like money. I'd say I'm a huge fan of it. How are you going to get me the money, though?" Wilbur frowned. Remy said at one, "Just tell me how much you want, and the money's yours! O-Or we can work together, and you can take however big of a cut you like. We'd be honored to be under your protection. I'm sure we'll be raking in billions within the year without even batting an eye." "Is it that easy?" Wilbur said, unconvinced.