After Su Lun left, Magitan in the VIP room felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
Slumped on the sofa and gasping for breath, he only then realized that cold sweat had drenched his back.
Several bodyguards and two stewards, long-time partners in his business, had never seen their boss like this, and they had no idea what had just happened. Even the steward who had found something odd about the goods only thought there was something strange in them.
Now, with the outsider gone, they immediately began asking questions.
"Eh... Boss, you don't look so good. Is there a problem with this batch of goods?"
"You didn't even haggle? That kid seemed evasive, the goods must be from a shady source. If we pressed him, maybe we could've made a few more percentage points in profit..."
"..."
Hearing his old pals' inquiries, Magitan's expression was extremely complex.
Only he knew just how dangerous the transaction had been.