What people say outside, that's another story.
Inside the Black Gold Gang, especially at the management level, they all know John is essentially a hired Lone Wolf, he's even killed a Black Gold Gang leader; who knows who his employer is today?
The room was silent for a few seconds.
The electromagnetic door opened with a "pssh" sound.
The box was chilly, a circle of lights flickered on, and seven or eight strong Brothers Hei, armed to the teeth, surrounded the boss in the middle.
All of them were injured.
Adir was an old man with a fierce look, his skin a bit slack, his deep blue artificial eyes very transparent, his stubble silver-white, stark against his dark-skinned chin.
"Are you here to kill me, John?"
"Should I do that?"
John calmly retorted, raising his eyelids to scan the room's bodyguards.
No one dared to do anything stupid.
Adir, sitting on the sofa, also laughed, opening his slender hand, a few hefty gold rings flashing light.
