With a snap, the silver lighter engraved with dragon totems sparked. He lit his cigarette, then drew a deep inhale.
"Six years," Owl Eagle faltered.
"Six years?" Liam Yancey sneered, cigar smoke swirling up slowly, making his sombre face even more daunting. "Six years is enough to build a world-renowned enterprise, and you commit such a rudimentary mistake!?"
"Master, I'm incompetent..." Owl Eagle's fists clenched tightly.
"It's not your incompetence." Liam Yancey abruptly stood up. He put out his cigar, thrust his hand into his pocket, and walked sternly towards the exit. As he passed Owl Eagle, he turned his head slightly but didn't slow his pace. "It's because your heart isn't ruthless enough."
Not ruthless enough… Owl Eagle shook, his back getting straighter. He turned to gaze at the man's cold and imposing retreating form, just about to exit the cabin. He faltered for a moment before following a few steps behind.
"Master..."
