Xia Lei leapt off the table and kicked a chair over to the front of Angelo. “Take a seat, Mister Angelo.” 

“If you’re here, who’s in Valletta?” Angelo was positively perplexed, eager for clarification. 

Xia Lei snickered. “Probably not me, don’t you think?” 

“You tricked us!” Angelo found it difficult to suppress the rage within him. 

“I could say the same to you. You took my money, my weapons and yet still wish to get rid of me. Did you not consider the consequences of your actions?” 

Extending an arm, Angelo reached towards the telephone on the table. 

A dangerous smirk splayed on Xia Lei’s lips. “I won’t stop you, but I’ll make sure to fracture whichever hand you use to hold the device. Do you want to try that out?”

The old man glared daggers at Xia Lei. “You dare do this to me? Have you really not weighed the consequences?” 

“Oh, what consequences? Please do explain.” Xia Lei uttered a nonchalant response.

In a low voice, Angelo replied, “You will die. Everyone around you will die too. If you stop this madness now, I can consider…”

Before he even got the chance to finish his...