"Our boss wants him," the masked man said casually. "Boss says he couldn't forget the taste of him, and that an upright man such as Chairman Ren shouldn't bother with such a filthy boy, so you had better leave him to us baddies. I must say, though, that he's quite a looker…"
Ren felt the urge to gouge out the eyes of this man who still pointed a gun at him. White hot rage rose up from within him and his golden eyes glowed.
"And may I ask who your boss is?" Ren questioned in a flat voice.
