"I know you," Bach Ponce said, eyes narrowed as he gritted his teeth in anger. He clenched his fists, his hands reddening with veins popping up. "You're one of those bastards who killed my wife."
"Killed your wife?" Hearing this, the man in the black suit raised an eyebrow. "We didn't kill her. We just wanted what she had. She refused to give it up, so we fought. Bad luck was on her side though—she suffered grave injuries."
"Ha! That's because your btch of a wife was greedy and fcking weak! She deserved it!" Kevin shouted from the side, his face crazed and filled with gloating. Seeing Bach and Milan in this state made him feel high, like he was on drugs. This was exactly what he wanted. Once they got the suit, his boss would rise in the gang, and he'd finally have his own subordinates to command.
