Yasir looked at David's back and the corners of his lips curved slightly, "Little one, I hope we can meet again."

"I wonder what Mr. Field wants with me." Zack had a hint of impatience on his face. Forced by Ford's men to come here, he now wanted to violently beat up the man sitting in front of him.

"Zack, that's a nice name. I like it." Ford did not answer his question, poured a glass of wine and put it in front of him.

"The wine is the one I brought back from G Country. Its taste is first class. Do you want to try it?"

"You called me...