"What if I refuse?"
Ophir stood unyielding at the door, her eyes cold and piercing. Her sixth sense was usually accurate, and this time, it told her that the man standing before her bore no good intentions.
"Ophir, manager of Gold Diggers' Bar, who has long been supplying information to criminal organizations such as Chai Ke, 'Mouse', and 'Viper', you have been bolstering the city's crime forces. According to the United Government's law, I would have every right to sentence you to death... However, the reason you're still standing here is because I have more pressing matters today."
At this point, Pero's voice rose, "Lyon Seabot, this is very much in line with your usual style. Even now, you're still hiding behind a woman."
"You..."
Ophir squinted her eyes, glaring at Pero with murderous intent.
Just when she was about to give the order to her thugs, the bar's back door was thrown open.
"I'm right here."
