"So, this is the kind of 'water' you serve to guests here?" She looked up at Scorpion across from her, the corner of her mouth twitching into an unreadable smile. "If I actually drank this, would I be able to walk out of this door in one piece today?"
Scorpion hadn't expected her to go straight for the jugular. The fake smile on his face instantly froze and shattered, like peeling plaster.
A murderous glint appeared in his eyes. He slammed the table and shot to his feet. "Fuck! I told you to drink, so drink! If you don't, you think you're walking out of here?"
The centipede-like scar on his face twisted, becoming even more hideous.
"Heh." Josie Quinn wasn't intimidated in the slightest. Instead, she let out a soft laugh and leaned back leisurely in her chair. "Have you ever wondered why a young woman like me would dare to walk into this lion's den with you?"
Her posture was relaxed, as if she were watching a farce.
