Beth and the other officials looked at each other with joy, without concealing the victory and greed in their eyes. Mo Jue spun the ring on his finger gently. The ring that represented his Mafia godfather status was glowing. Mo Jue's cold smile remained, as if he was mocking at something. He had a sly and treacherous look.
Ye Wei suddenly realized that Mo Jue must have something else to say. He was a stubborn person who wouldn't even frown if you kneel down or commit suicide in front of him. How would he possibly succumb to Beth's aggressiveness?
"Mr Mo, are you serious?" Beth asked in a deep voice. He more or less knew what Mo Jue was like.
Mo Jue smiled faintly. "It's just that the Mafia has recently issued a batch of counterfeit banknotes. It's hard to distinguish them from the real ones, even the famous King of counterfeit banknotes have approved the workmanship and was very satisfied. I would gladly give them to you. What can you do with them anyway?"