In the marketplace, I stood still, my face sullen.
"Viper?"
Suddenly, I murmured, my tone as cold as ice.
This so-called Viper is definitely a gangster, but why did he kidnap Heather? Could it be related to Jose Roberts?
After all, what happened just this morning, and now Heather is in trouble, it's hard not to suspect that there's some connection between the two.
I couldn't bother with shopping anymore, started the small tricycle, and dashed towards the sports arena.
On the way, I called Brian Anderson.
Although Brian Anderson wasn't in the underworld, he knew a lot about its affairs.
"Hey Anderson, do you know a guy named Viper?" I asked.
"Viper? Let me think, oh right, it should be that Sean Moore." Brian said, "Thompson, why are you asking about him? This guy used to be just a small-time thug, always suppressed by Scarface Hernandez. Now that Hernandez's fallen, he's managed to rise up."
"Do you know where Sean Moore usually hangs out?"
