Chapter 665: The True Meaning of the Deviant Corp Tattoo Part One (1/2)

Stenson arrived at the office building and pushed open the door; the office was about a thousand square meters in size and there was only a desk, a computer, and another small desk where Mario was taking down orders from the phone calls.

Once Stenson stepped inside, he continued to check out Mario and Chekhov.

When the boss said he would send two people to be the management team of Mandala, Stenson was quite puzzled and did a background check to see what big companies they have worked for.

But everything turned out to be blank.

He left the take-out on the table and said, “Dinner time.”

Mario set the three phones to transfer to voicemail and came over to the table as he ripped open the bag and started eating like a beast.

Meanwhile, Stenson ate slowly as he said to the two of them, “You guys know that Mandala is being watched, right? The FBI, for example, is trying to pressure Mandala to give up its formula. They couldn’t find anyone before but now the two of you are in the radar; are you scared? I’ve heard that a lot of big company owners are eyeing a stake in Mandala as well, and I’m afraid that business spies will be happy to work for us in the future.”

Chekhov remained silent as he watched the soccer tournament while chewing on his pizza.

Stenson turned to Mario again. “Do you two have any strategies?”

In fact, he just wanted to test out what kind of background or abilities these two men had, or rather, he wanted to know if the Deviant Corp had any resources that could take care of such a problem.

However, Chekhov didn’t bother with him.

Mario was too busy eating and didn’t bother either.

Stenson smacked his lips as he felt a bit deflated and coughed. “A week ago, I joined the Deviant Corp as a Level 1 member.”

He was reminding the two of them that they were on the same ship, so don’t be too disrespectful.

Chekhov continued to watch his live stream.

Mario continued to eat his dinner.

Stenson felt ignored.