Adam's thunderous shout echoed throughout the room. "Are you the one from the Alameda’s capital?"
Everyone in the room was stunned simultaneously, feeling a sudden drop in temperature, a bone-chilling coldness.
Mr. Greed frowned, showing an unprecedented seriousness, and asked, "Who are you?"
Adam glanced at Paul Booker, squeezed into the corner, writhing in pain on the ground. "Did you call for an ambulance?"
Paul Booker, sweating profusely, nodded.
"Take care of him. I'll handle the rest."
After saying that, Adam turned his head, his gaze coldly fixed on Mr. Greed. "Sent by Mario Morales?"
After a few seconds of silence, Mr. Greed nodded. By now, he also realized that something was wrong. Although he was arrogant, he wasn't a fool.
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