"You little bastard from Puer, watch where you're walking!"
Inside the Waste Land Bar, Night Owl got his nose broken by a tall man, while Sparrow mocked him nearby.
Owl stood up to intervene, as Benjamin looked at Chichu Chun deep in thought beside him; the young lady's fingers caressed the rim of her glass, indifferent to the brawl happening behind her.
A few minutes later, with a swollen face, Night Owl spat out a tooth, turning his head in front of the mirror.
Sparrow felt awkward under Owl's glare and shrugged indifferently.
"Let's go, the next task." Chichu Chun got up and beckoned the others.
Light music played in the car, and the sports car sped south under the bright sun.
"Is this how you damn kidnap people?"
A fierce-looking man stabbed the knife into the table, stepping on the table with one foot.
"He's fucking dead!" The man cursed at the sight of the prisoner they brought back. "Bringing back a dead guy and thinking it's done, tired of living?"
