A golden prosthetic hand gripped a lit cigar.
Smoke swirled around him, like an opium den from an old movie.
His class was actually higher than Wakako's.
Just as Jack had said.
Wakako always discussed business over the phone.
But whenever Dexter had a major job, he would summon you to the Afterlife.
The difference in status was obvious.
Still, status aside, Su Xiao's first impression of Dexter was far from good.
The space inside the car was limited to begin with.
Now there were three people sitting inside.
And this black, fat man had lit a cigar.
Smoke billowed everywhere.
Before long, the entire car reeked of smoke.
"Yo, Mr. Su. What an honor."
"Honor or no honor, put that aside for now. Can you put out the cigar? Business is business, but I don't like secondhand smoke."
"You've got personality. I like that."
Dexter tossed the barely smoked cigar out the window, then said to the bodyguard who had taken the driver's seat, "Let's go."
The car slowly pulled away and merged into the traffic.
Dexter asked casually, as if he were completely unconcerned, "You've made quite a name for yourselves over the past six months."
"Not bad. We've gotten acquainted with a few fixers, Rogue knows us, and we've been to the Afterlife. What else can we do? We're just scraping by."
Faced with Su Xiao's somewhat cold attitude, Dexter did not get angry. He merely chuckled.
"Looks like Mr. Su is the type who's ruthless and doesn't talk much. Good. I don't like bigmouths either. But before we discuss business, I'd like to ask you a question."
"Would you rather be nobodies, live peacefully, and die in bed with a catheter? Or would you rather leave your name in history, even if you don't make it