Chapter 578

In Marvel, Working for the System

A basin of cold water was splashed over Terry's head. Terry woke up flailing his arms.

"Fuck@￥%*&..."

His furious, profanity-laced reaction was perfectly normal. He was still drunk.

"Terry." A steady voice spoke.

Only then did Terry notice someone else in the room.

If no one was there, then who had thrown the water?!

Terry instantly sobered up halfway. Bracing his hands against the armrests, he sat up straight, making himself look more... dignified.

It wasn't that Terry had manners. It was simply that most people became restrained and cautious when facing the barrel of a gun.

Terry recognized that gun. It was his. He seemed to have tossed it into a drawer when he came back today, and the magazine was full.

He also recognized the person holding it.

Geralt.

Terry had seen Geralt many times, whether passing him face-to-face or spotting him from afar.

That was why Terry hated Geralt. Hated him intensely.

Some people made a racket like clowns, yet no one noticed them.

Others stood quietly and still drew everyone's attention.

Not to mention that he and Geralt had had a minor conflict in the barn.

"It's you! Geralt, what do you want? This is my RV. You're committing a crime!" Terry forced himself to remain calm.

"Pfft!"

Geralt was usually serious during interrogations, unless he truly couldn't hold it in.

A crime?

How ridiculous, coming from Terry.

Geralt wiped the smile off his face. "Terry, you should know why I'm here. I still have other people to visit tonight, so don't play dumb and waste my time."

"I ask," Geralt said calmly, yet with a tone that brooked no argument. "You answer."

Terry fell silent for a moment, then said, "I'm with the Maya Gang."

"I know," Geralt said.