Carey felt the Gold Coins in his pocket as he meandered through the alleyways, finally arriving at the rear door of a residence.
SQUEAK...
The door was unlocked.
Pushing it open, he was hit by the pungent smell of alcohol. Carey furrowed his brows and stepped inside, the wooden floorboards creaking laboriously under his feet.
The occupants remained indifferent to his arrival, merely glancing over before resuming their merry laughter and drinking.
"Kun!" Carey walked straight up to one of them and asked in a muffled voice, "Where is Maggi?"
"Don't rush." Kun, dressed like a common street loafer, raised his droopy eyes and waved a hand at him. "Did you bring the money?"
Carey's face tensed. He struggled to contain his anger as he pulled the Gold Coins from his pocket and slammed them onto the table.
CLINK, CLINK...
The gleaming Gold Coins rolled across the tabletop.
