"Gulp."
Old Joe swallowed hard, forcing a smile. This kid really isn't one to suffer losses.
However, he had to admit Qin Yang had a point. The competition between nations is fierce, and why lean towards outsiders? Rather, why not cultivate a world-leading wine industry within Huaxia, pushing Bordeaux wine aside and expanding Huaxia's influence? This thought brightened Old Joe's eyes.
"Within three days, I want to see the list of werewolves left in Huaxia, or when the time comes, if I kill the wrong person, don't blame me."
After saying that, Qin Yang directly hung up the phone. He trusted Old Joe to make the right decision.
"Beep beep beep..."
