Capitalists’ Blood

"The Bahuang clan won't short your money."

"Then give it to me."

"Do you have an anonymous black card?" Bhang Zhen asked.

"No."

"Okay, wait for me." Bahuang Zhen picked up his phone and did some operations. Then, he found a black card from the drawer and handed it to Chen Yu. "There's eleven million in it. It Won't be recorded in our account."

"Thank you." Chen Yu took the card and carefully observed it for a while. Then, he put it into his pocket and handed over the T-D Diluent in his hand.

"How do I use this thing?" Bahuang Zhen carefully held the medicine.

"Tell me how to use the black card first," Chen Yu said.