A City, the 'Hidden' branch
Kevin Cliff sat in a brown leather sofa, toying with a letter opener in his hand, his dark eyes cold and bloodthirsty.
"Boss, we've got the person," Wester Welson brought someone in and pushed them in front of Kevin Cliff.
After a night of capture, they had finally caught James Cliff, who had wanted to escape by boat.
"Brother Kevin, it's been a long time," James Cliff quickly tried to cozy up to Kevin as soon as he saw him.
"It has been quite some time," Kevin Cliff coldly curved his lips, the letter opener spinning between his fingers reflecting flecks of cold light.
"You've seen your sister-in-law. Did you ask how she was?" His voice, neither hurried nor slow, made one's hairs stand on end.
"I did, I did," James Cliff stammered, frightened.
"Then tell me, how exactly did you ask after her?" The spinning letter opener suddenly stopped, and his dark, ruthless eyes shot toward James Cliff.
