It has to be said that Hoffman has committed every ugly act imaginable- murder, arson, rape, robbery, you name it. Every so often, he creates a fresh trail of bodies. As a result, hardly a day goes by without someone coming to his doorstep seeking revenge.
A few days ago, he received news of an opportunity to obtain the Little Stubborn Dragon—news he had then promptly disregarded. The attempt had been unsuccessful, and he had not been the only person trying to seize it. He attached no importance to the event. He was still unclear about the identity of his latest adversary.
"Who the fuck are you?" Hoffman sneered menacingly. He had developed a habit of overbearing behavior and couldn't tolerate someone speaking normally to him. Bowing and scraping would be the norm in his presence.
