A man with a black helmet in the car rudely cut through the handcuffs on Efim's hands with pincers.
But Efim suddenly scolded, "You ensure the customer's safety like this? Don't you know that I would have died if you just crashed a little bit off target?"
"But did you die?" another man who was driving indifferently said.
Efim sneered, "Is this the service of the Michael Club? I paid a billion dollars of dues every year, but you just provide this kind of service? Tell me your names! I'll complain it to Mr. Sun!"
"First," The man who was driving lightly said without turning his head, "You didn't tell us in advance that you're in danger. Second, when we came, you were already in the police car. We don't have any interest in saving you from the police department. Finally, my name is Tianzui, and nearby is Tianbai... Don't skimp on your complaint."
Efim grunted.
