"What do you intend to do?" Tan Yuejin's eyes sparkled with interest.
The Four Poison Hall had been rooted in Vietnam for years, already the largest martial artist force in the country, and quite renowned across Southeast Asia.
If the Four Poison Hall stepped out of Vietnam, making a name for itself would not be difficult.
"Here's the plan, Master Tan. I bought a piece of land in Myanmar, you know the KK zone, right? We could set up something similar, capture people from India and Cambodia, take a little something from them, and sell it to North America. Each person could be worth a million US dollars." The fat man rubbed his hands, making Tan Yuejin even more intrigued.
In Vietnam, after establishing themselves, the Four Poison Hall could command the wind and rain underground, practically ruling with an iron fist.
With status, power, and wealth, the Four Poison Hall no longer sought big business ventures, content with their small territory in Vietnam.
