Ding-dong.

The doorbell rang after Kang Chan gave Smithen a glass of water.

The Serpent Venimeux gang member pointed to the door by gesturing to it with his gun twice.

“Stop messing around and open the door.”

The expressionless gang member frowned, but Kang Chan’s attitude didn’t change.

Ding-dong.

The gang member walked toward the door and opened it, his body language seemingly saying he was going to let this go just this once.

Click.

Sharlan entered with a keen look in his eyes.

Another gang member came in after him and stood in front of the door, his hands overlapping.

Glaring at Kang Chan and Smithen sharply, Sharlan sat on the sofa. He aggressively loosened his tie and threw it on top of the coffee table.

“We’ve signed the contract and upheld my end of the bargain. It’s your turn now,” Sharlan told Kang Chan.

Smirk.

One side of Sharlan’s face twitched. It was clear Kang Chan’s smirk offended him.

“I’ve said this before, but you’re really similar to the Kang Chan that I knew. Especially with that offending smirk and the fact that you make me lose face.

When Kang Chan sat on the edge of the table in front of Sharlan, Sharlan side-eyed the thug with the gun, seemingly displeased.

“What did that Kang Chan do to make you lose face, Sharlan?” Kang Chan asked.

Sharlan looked over the room, seemingly trying to figure out his intention, then looked back at him.

“Was the Blackhead more important than the lives of your crew? Enough to shove your henchmen’s heads to the enemy’s guns?” Kang Chan prodded.

Sharlan smiled vulgularly. He then shook his head and looked at Smithen.

“I’m guessing that bastard blabbed about the God of Blackfield and whatnot, but it looks like you were a step ahead of that stupid fucker,” Sharlan commen...