In his slightly cloudy eyes were reflected the Ram Deer Figurine's two blurred, curving horns, their surfaces covered in fine lines, as though they vanished into the depths of darkness.
Eight Fingers froze at first. Then visible delight spread across his face, even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes bunching together.
Realizing his subordinate was still standing in front of him, watching him, the boss of the Grey Badger Gang hurriedly suppressed the joy in his heart, forced his expression stiff, and gave two dry coughs.
"Ahem, ahem. Are you sure this statue came from a clean source?"
"Talk properly. Don't you dare feed me lies!"
His tone suddenly became especially grave.
"This thing isn't simple... Whether it's those two Professionals from earlier or some other big shot, if you've offended them, the whole Grey Badger Gang will have to wipe your ass for you!"
At that, the joking look Iron Head had been wearing turned serious as well.
Not daring to hide anything, he told the other man everything that had happened to him in the Iron Barrel Toad from beginning to end.
"That drunkard's called Walker. He used to do hard labor at the relay station."
"His wife died from drinking sewage. His son sells newspapers to support the family. His little daughter's sick and bedridden."
"Even the few friends he had from back when he worked there got so scared of him borrowing money that they ran. He's got no background at all."
At this point, Iron Head could not help taking two steps forward, leaning in and lowering his voice.
"Boss, don't worry. I did it clean. There won't be any flaws. The brothers from the gang who followed me at the time have all gone to have a chat with them one by