"That's unfortunate. In my opinion, Texas is better. It might be a bit dry, but that makes it convenient for burying people. It only takes a week to dry out a body. Douse it in gasoline, light it up, and no one will ever know who the person was."
Bao Wen grabbed the meat cleaver and slammed it into the table. The blade dug deep into the wood, making the atmosphere even more tense.
He then picked up his beer, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp. With a fierce glint in his eyes, he stared straight at Feng Shan, his meaning clear.
'Don't push your luck. Texas isn't a place where you can run wild.'
At this point, the air was already thick with the scent of gunpowder.
'Since they're after money, I might as well be direct and see what they really want.'
