Dean accepted a commission case in a nearby small city. Early the next morning, he bid farewell to Niel and drove to the place they had agreed to meet yesterday.
They had agreed to meet at eight o'clock at this location. But for some reason, by 8:10, Dean still hadn't seen Happy, and he couldn't help but frown slightly. He didn't like people who were not punctual. Just as he was about to take out his phone to call Happy, the honking of a black sedan interrupted him.
BEEP BEEP.
A familiar head poked out from the driver's window. "Big Boss Dean, looks like you'll have to go on this commission by yourself this time."
It was Harry—a bruised and swollen Harry, to be precise.
Dean realized something was wrong. "Did you guys get into a fight?"
