John looked a bit surprised, meeting Gino's gaze.
It seemed she had been waiting for John to look surprised like that, but the sly smile on Gino's face faded quickly, turning into words unspoken.
They had known each other back when Macao was still a gang lackey.
No deep friendship or ties, on the West District streets, newcomers kept pouring in every moment. You'd know names through occasional encounters, then they'd vanish just as fast as they appeared. Those remaining would become what's called acquaintances and friends.
But since Gino met Angelica, he rarely showed up, even deliberately keeping his distance.
"Later he told me Angelica made him feel pressured. A woman who could be so at ease in the core business district was someone not to be trifled with."
When Gino said this, he suddenly asked John, "Do you think so too?"
John shook his head.
