บท 953: You Really Can’t Count on It to Work for You!

"Although we're considered relatives because of Tuan Tuan, I also care about my safety!" Cen Mo tapped some cigarette ash into the ashtray. "So, if you're not going to do it, let me do it!"

"He's not a threat, and I have a reason for keeping Ah Zhan alive!" Fu Huai'an said. "Killing him is the worst move that we can make. If we could solve everything by killing someone, what unsolvable problem would there be in this world? Unless it's absolutely necessary, I don't plan to make this move…"

"Luckily, I asked you. Else… my men would be getting rid of Ah Zhan tonight!" Cen Mo walked to the French windows, then leaned against the wall beside the windows, tapping cigarette ash into the ashtray. His actions were casual and relaxed.

"You're thinking of getting into the army ammunition business?" Fu Huai'an changed the topic.