I had to admit, perhaps because they had been throwing their weight around on their own turf for so long, the Miller Family members seemed very confident.
Even though there were only two of them facing more than twenty people, they still dared to taunt them.
From the way they acted, they seemed to genuinely believe that no other faction would dare make a move against them on these few streets.
Miller Borg opened the box and picked out a cigar, then lit it.
He contentedly blew out a smoke ring and looked at Lu Bai. "So you're the so-called Brother Bai? Tsk, tsk. You sure know how to joke."
"What was that about getting on TV? Hahaha! We can get on TV whenever we want. Would the TV station dare disrespect the Miller Family?"
Miller Wells twisted his mouth. "A nouveau riche is still a nouveau riche."
Lu Bai walked toward the two men seated at the outdoor café with a smile.
When he was almost beside them, he added with a quiet chuckle, "You've misunderstood. What I meant was..."
He had only gotten halfway through the sentence when his right hand suddenly clamped down on the back of Miller Wells's head. Then he drew a Prison Guard's service pistol with his left and forcibly shoved its dark muzzle into Wells's mouth.
He didn't waste even a fraction of a second. The moment he had the gun aimed, he pulled the trigger.
After firing once, he took the pistol out of Wells's mouth. Without even looking toward Miller Borg, he turned his hand and shot Borg dead too.
He gestured for White Shark to come over, then casually tossed him the pistol.
Afterward, he pulled a napkin from the coffee table and casually wiped the blood off his hand.