Han Szeto sneered coldly. "I am a conscientious businessman. If you want to talk about underground people, I can find some people who have connections to that. But if you ask me, I am sorry, I have no connections at all. I don't know anybody."
This was not surprising. Just like Han Yuanjun, he also didn't know anyone in the underground world. Besides, the security in the Imperial City was very good, and Han Yuanjun even wondered if there were underground people there. As a proper businessman, he never did anything illegal, so there was no reason for him to know or be in contact with those people.
The Han Family had always been conscientious businessmen, so it was understandable that Han Szeto did not know any underworld gangs.
However, Liang Jiahao disagreed with his words. "Conscientious businessman? Big brother, with that stinky mouth of yours, how can you be conscientious?"
