C503 Mafia(1)

Hirata Itirou took a drag from his cigarette and said in fluent Japanese, "Mr. Yuan, have you thought about it?"

Seeing that Yuen Mingcheng was indifferent, Hirata Itirou leaned forward slightly and took another drag on his cigarette. Then, he opened his mouth slightly and spat out all the smoke onto Yuen Mingcheng's handsome face. He teased, "Mr. Yuan, no hurry, no rush