At the Louis Hotel in America, Aziz was fiddling with the cross necklace around his neck, resting his head on his hand.
His head was lowered, and for a moment no one knew what he was thinking about.
Today, he had made arrangements to discuss the drug cooperation with the Saintess of Flaming Island here.
But until now, no one from Flaming Island had shown up, they had been waiting here for a full hour.
Each time they called over, they were told that they were on the way, but they haven't arrived yet.
In America, without traffic, you could probably reach another state within an hour, sitting there listening to country music and drinking beer.
Hadn't it been heard that this person was in New York? Why hadn't he showed up yet?
God knows, when the desert group wants to cooperate with others, which company or group in the world wouldn't rush to put on a smile and discuss the cooperation agreement with them happily?
