"What the hell do you mean it didn't work?! Only idiots work for me!"

The vase shattered against the wall next to you. Of course, he wasn't trying to hit you properly, so he missed. Though any other messenger with bad news he would have killed without hesitation, apparently the guards knew that too, letting you into his office now.

But seeing the emotion that flashed across your face, Yut Long turned away. The phone had long since flown away from the window. Apparently, the deal that had fallen through was very important to the success of the mafia, so much so that it had enraged the normally quiet and calm young man.

"You'd better go. Everyone involved in the previous case may have their lives ruined."

Looking gloomily at the glow of the dark city in the window, the Chinaman said. He tried to put his thoughts in order, but the reflection in the window only showed his disheveled appearance, which made Yut Long even angrier.