chapter 872 Where is your sincerity?

In a luxurious private room, Griffin, Zacky, and several others were smoking.

Zacky and the others were notably restless, chain-smoking one cigarette after another.

The room was filled with smoke, and the exhaust fans couldn't keep up with removing the secondhand smoke.

The atmosphere was oppressively tense.

Only Griffin wore a smile on his face, casually crossing his legs, exuding an air of calmness.

"Oh, Griffin! Why aren't you the least bit anxious? Do you know...