"That's more like it, a pleasure doing business with you," said the short guy with a grin from ear to ear. What a juicy piece of meat, just like that, he had knocked down an amount on par with two regular clients.
But instantly, the smiles of the two brothers froze on their faces as they heard the "click" of the mechanical structure being struck, and the mastermind with the ever-smiling face pointed a cocked pistol at the two men in front of him.
"I didn't catch that just now, how much was it again?" the mastermind asked with a smile.
"O-One, a total of five thousand..." The short guy stared at the dark muzzle of the gun and immediately panicked.
Why does this guy have a gun? Who exactly is he? The short one originally thought this cultured man was easy to bully, but it turned out he was a tough nut to crack.
Pretending not to hear clearly, the mastermind said, "What? I'm a little hard of hearing and didn't quite get that."
