"Manager Gao, what exactly do you mean?" Han Yan couldn't be sure if there was a hint of threat in his words. It was hard to tell with this guy, as he was so overweight that all emotions seemed hidden beneath that face full of fat, making it difficult to discern truth from falsehood.
Han Yan also realized for the first time that fat could be a good form of concealment.
"Let me be clear, even though our Gao Family runs a black market, and by the rules we're not supposed to dig too deep, if something is too sensitive, those above would still secretly send someone to investigate. Otherwise, if any trouble arises, our Gao Family wouldn't be able to bear the responsibility, right? So, according to my old man's rule, if it's over five hundred Five-Colored Soul Pearls, we must report it, and he'll send someone to investigate privately.
