"Mr. Fujiwara, everyone's here. Can we go in now? If we keep dawdling, we might as well pack it up and head home!"
Oil Rat didn't want to delay any longer. He had secretly sneaked out of H Province this time and just heard yesterday that the police were investigating him. This gave Oil Rat a sense of crisis, and he just wanted to finish the business at hand as soon as possible, take the money, and make a swift getaway to a safer place to hide for a while.
Fujiwara Seiho twirled the small knife in his hand a few times in the air, the blade appearing even colder under the moonlit night. Just as he was about to announce the plan, his ears suddenly perked up as if he heard something, his expression turning serious as he looked at Mr. Huang and asked, "Mr. Huang, did you come alone?"
Mr. Huang paused, turned back to look at Mr. Fujiwara, his expression slightly chilly, "What does Mr. Fujiwara mean by this? Do you doubt me, Huang?"
