The man laughed dryly. "Hehehe… Well, isn't it because this is such a hasty transaction? We didn't have enough time to gather the money. Besides, it's dangerous traveling with so much cash on hand."
The atmosphere turned stiff and cold.
A scoff escaped past the mafia prince's lips and the frigid look he wore could not help but make one shudder in fear.
He picked up a random packet and pierced his nails into the plastic wrap, allowing the white powder to scatter in the breeze.
"It's cash I want. How stupid must you be to come up with the idea of trading with me using this stuff?"
"But…" The man was appalled by his actions. "This is good stuff. You—"
He cut him off impatiently. "Do you know what's the consequence for wasting my time?"
"P-Pardon?" The man stuttered, only to see the other pulling out a gun from his waist and deftly loading it before he aimed it at his glabella. There was no hesitation in him as he pulled the trigger.
