"Stay for an hour, and I trust that Ivanov's informants will soon notify them that they've stepped right into the trap I've meticulously set." Third Young Master Jun suddenly opened his eyes, which shone with a piercing, blood-red sharpness.
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Ivanov and his daughter were sitting in the room.
"Dad, tomorrow is the last day of the deadline, and I think he's going to come knocking on our door to apologize and seek help." Yiren's eyes gleamed with pride, the expression of imminent victory making her crystal glass sway in her hand.
Both were convinced that Third Young Master Jun was merely bluffing and wouldn't hold out for long.
"Hmm, today I sent someone to check on the arms dealers in this region, huh, they're all insignificant shrimp soldiers and crab generals. Aside from our Ivan Group, ThirdYoung Master Jun has no second choice," Ivanov said, his mood buoyant.
