Bald Tiger got off the train feeling groggy.
It was only after he turned a street corner that he stopped.
"Boss, your hand..." one of his underlings reminded him with good intentions.
Bald Tiger flew into a rage and slapped the underling across the face.
"Scram!"
All the underlings shrank back, not daring to say a word.
Bald Tiger, trembling, fished out his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, Boss!"
On the other end of the line was Bald Tiger's boss, who was also a notorious figure in the southwestern region.
"Tiger, how did it go? Did you catch that girl? If you caught her, send her to me first! I want to have a taste."
Bald Tiger took a deep breath, "Boss, there's been a change of plans."
"Hmm?"
"We got the money!"
"That's good too! A million in hand, you did well!"
"But..." Bald Tiger licked his lips and struggled to say.
"But what?"
