Kapitel 810: Meeting II - I'm old.

In that moment, as Sal finished her sentence, it felt like more of a probe than a simple question. Everyone here possibly have been to each other's turf to see what the other family could offer but since I was the furthest one among the people present—and I was a new addition to their "team", I was a new artifact that needed some identification.

I replied without a change of expression, "Like I said earlier, I have a little bit of everything but what I lack are specialty products. To make it easier for me, why don't you tell me what you don't have?"

Sal replied without a bat in her eye, "A spouse?"

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"PFFT!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"I'M DEAD! FUCK THIS SHIT! HAHAHAHA!"

"WHY ARE YOU ALL LAUGHING?!"

"WHAT THE FUCK, SAL?!"

"FUCK YOU, QUINN! I'M OLD BUT I COULD STILL GET IT GOING, YOU KNOW?!"

"THAT'S TOO MUCH INFORMATION!"