C1126 Dismemberment of the clothing of bud

10 AM in the morning.

Mei Hattori dialed Thompson's number.

"It's me, Mr. Thompson. When are you off work?" Mei Hattori went straight to the point.

Thompson's voice came out of the phone, "Why are you asking me this question?"

"I need a secure trading environment. I always believed that my place was a completely safe place. I've already prepared the cash you want