Xu Lang's heart was surging with excitement. Why did he live this outlaw life, dancing on the edge of a blade? For money, of course. Once he got the Bronze Head, he would have piles of cash to do whatever he wanted. He would finally reach the pinnacle of life.
Qin Fen followed Scarface all the way to Xu Lang's quarters. Nian floated a little bubble into the room, transmitting the scene inside to the bubble in front of Qin Fen.
Big Chef really wanted to see what was going on today. Why was everything so strange?
Xu Lang stepped forward and gently patted Scarface on the shoulder. "How are you? You all right?" he asked quietly. What he wanted to know most was where the Bronze Head was, but he still had to keep up appearances and show some concern for his subordinate.
"I'm fine. Just twisted my ankle. Nothing serious!" Scarface forced out the words through the intense pain, tugging up the corners of his mouth.
"Good, good!" Xu Lang held back his anticipation and pretended to examine Scarface's injury. Judging by the timing, that was enough. He could ask now.
But before he could speak, Scarface spoke first. "Mole's all right, isn't he? Boss, we've hit the jackpot this time, haven't we?"
"That's right. Our work paid off this time. We can retire!" Xu Lang said calmly. I don't know whether you two have hit the jackpot, but I sure as hell have.
"Right, with the money from this job, plus that last deal with Master Qin for Revelation, we can retire now, can't we?" Scarface was full of anticipation.
It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned Qin Fen. The moment he did, Xu Lang's heart ached. *My goddamn Revelation is still in that bastard's