บท 938: A Display of Authority

Sand Lotus Club.

Brows tightly pressed, Songzan kept smoking cigarette after cigarette and threw the butts on the floor. The appearance of the world's first hitman, Spectre, had literally birthed endless restlessness inside him. Alloway had arrived and stood beside him silently. The fella could still see the dried-up blood on the floor that hadn't yet been cleaned up, making him tremble with fear.

"Boss, Boss Kan has come!"

A young man with a thin stature sent out a vigorous aura from the outside as he strode fast inside.

Songzan raised his head and got up, heading to the courtyard gate. As he saw Kanaja with tens of big men in black uniform coming over, he hurriedly paced forward to greet him and called out, "Big Brother."

Kanaja shot him an indifferent glance in response. After entering the yard, he directly took a seat on the sofa and asked, "Where's this Spectre?"

"He just left," answered Songzan.