"Baby, if you want to go out, then I have to show off a bit, right?"
A smirk played on the corners of Bo Qingyu's handsome mouth, filled with arrogance and ostentation.
Jiang Ruan glanced at him expressionlessly, "You seem to have no self-awareness that you're a key figure on the international criminals' watchlist."
He knew perfectly well that those people were keeping a close eye on him, yet he remained so brash all the time.
He openly mocked them.
And yet, he was the one they could do nothing about.
After all, he was the most prominent arms dealer controlling the economic lifeline from Southern Europe to Northern Europe. They couldn't compete with him in terms of weaponry, wealth, or ruthlessness. No one could get the better of this madcap man.
Most of the time, those people at the top were irate but could only turn a blind eye and let him run rampant.
Anything short of public acts of terror was considered minor.
