In one of the lavish apartments where Charles Millers was currently staying, he chuckled while sipping on a glass of wine as he heard the report.
"Kill me?"
He traced his fingers across his scar that gave him a hideous look. "Not so soon, Jiang Zhen. I have to take back my Underworld from you. Neither am I dying so soon, nor will you. We go so far back."
His scar wasn't painful anymore, but the memories leading up to the bruise on his face were. He swore he would afflict Jiang Zhen with a pain a hundred times much worse than the torture he had to suffer.
At first, he disagreed with Wei over getting his hands into his drugs business. His mission was to engage with Li Dong and spread that information up to the highest chain, which was Jiang Zhen.
"Hm. But now that I think about it, it feels amazing. He must be so rattled and furious over the loss of his business," he laughed.
