บท 744: Setting the backstage little by little (II)

Sir Majid looked at the scenery in front of him. He watched as the few children were called by their guardians. 

"You are right. Even though you gave me a big tip, it is still not enough to trust you."

"But you came here because you discovered that the information I gave to you is the truth," Xiong Zhi calmly replied. "Trust can come later, once I prove myself."

There was a short silence between them. 

Cool, refreshing air passed by, ruffling both of their hair.

One old and one young on the bench. 

It was an image of an elder accompanied by a youth, but the actual situation was far, far different.

"What do you want?" Sir Majid broke the silence. His voice was cold. "Giving me that information as a gift, what do you intend to do?"

On that day, Sir Majid opened the 'gift' and found the hundred-fifty million comb of the Islamic Princess. But what caught his eyes was the flashdrive.