The Professor's appearance was deceiving.
That wasn't entirely correct actually, for he indeed was as he seemed; it was just unlikely for people to grasp or accept that a middle-aged man with a teacher-like demeanor could be a gang leader.
Thus, after his brief shock, he had accepted the fact, which had considerably eased his mind.
At least this man wasn't a scar-faced fool who would spit out profanities every few words and resorted to using his fists for thinking.
"They say you want to cooperate with us?" the Professor offered his counterpart a glass of wine.
The manager licked his lips upon seeing the wine; it had been a while since he'd last had a drink, not because he couldn't buy it, but because the price was too high and he was reluctant to indulge.
He took a small sip from the glass. The familiar taste entered his mouth and made its way down his throat to his stomach, soothing him completely.
