“Are you sleep talking, old man?”
His tone, which was never friendly in the first place, became even more aggressive. The amber eyes stared fiercely at the person in front of him, eliciting a chuckle from the middle-aged man who was still sitting with his legs crossed, completely nonchalant. His mouth, stretching into a vile smile, spouted toxic smoke into the room. And even as the smoke passed Wolf’s face, his gaze did not change at all.
“I think I’ve made myself clear, about what I want.”
Mister Henry spoke in a low voice. Wolf let out another sigh.
“That’s why I asked. I don’t think you’ve fully woken up yet.”
“Don’t get too cocky with the boss, mad dog. You want to be beaten up?!”
That unfriendly tone of voice was one thing, and the hostile gaze was wholly another. The latter stirred the big men in black suits who were standing next to their master as they felt slight murderous intent from the white-haired man.