Newmanlovsky was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, but he had no way out. After all, that bunch of armed militants wasn't something he could afford to provoke; he couldn't just launch an assault lightly, or it'd be easy enough to get out there and never make it back.
This was a real headache. He knew full well that the troublemaker was the Bearded guy, but there was nothing he could do.
Newmanlovsky thought it over from every angle, considering whether to call Ling Dinaro, but worrying about being held accountable, he actually didn't have the guts to dial the number for a while.
After all, a loss of several hundred million Yuan was massive; he couldn't shoulder that responsibility.
After thinking for a long time, he came up with an idea: use the money they'd robbed from Moore Bank earlier to buy another batch of weapons.
