Scarface's face instantly darkened, his hand already touching the grip of his gun.
"I'm sorry, sir."
Ruth Gabriel's voice suddenly became sultry, like venom mixed with honey. She pulled out a silk handkerchief to wipe his clothes, her fingertips lightly grazing his chest, "Let me get you a new drink and maybe add a kiss?"
Zhang Quan's pupils slightly contracted. He stared at the poppy tattoo on Ruth Gabriel's collarbone and suddenly laughed, "Your scar... is very sexy."
Ruth Gabriel sat across from him, pushing over a spiked glass of whiskey, her fingernails lightly tracing circles around the rim, "Mr. Khun Sa's people?" she suddenly lowered her voice and said in Thai, "I've got a batch of 'White Beauty' with a purity three percent higher than that from the Golden Triangle. I'm looking for a reliable buyer."
Zhang Quan's hand paused as he picked up the glass, tapping three times on the table with his ring finger.
