Tan Yaohua's words were without any issue, and Sha Baichuan had no doubts.
"This time we're all working together, no matter what happened before or what comes after, let's wholeheartedly cooperate for a common goal, cheers." Sha Baichuan raised his glass, and the three of them clinked their glasses, downing the red wine in one gulp.
Placing the empty glass on the table, Marcos Freeman timely asked, "Mr. Sha, is this a toast to success in advance?"
"It is, of course it is."
Marcos Freeman nodded quietly, "Indeed, with the three families working together, the Dark Night Army surely won't stand a chance this time."
Such a strategy of feigned arrogance was mixed into the casual conversation by Marcos Freeman, so much so that even a suspicious person like Sha Baichuan only thought it was Marcos Freeman's confidence after the situation had been settled.
"Freeman, you're right, with the three of us joining forces, the Dark Night Army doesn't stand a chance; we're guaranteed to win."
