The Intruder

Eiffel Family Apartment, a transit outpost for the Albanian Gang.

In the first-floor manager's office, gang leader Bourne, who was playing cards, glanced down at the time on his watch and slowly furrowed his brow.

He snapped his fingers and instructed Qazim, a lackey who was kicking his feet up watching television nearby: "Qazim, go upstairs and check on that bastard Nasser! Don't let him play the merchandise to death again!"

The lackey named Qazim hurriedly put his feet down and replied, "Got it, Boss Bourne!"

Several gang lackeys playing cards together exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

Hahahahaha—Qazim, you'd better run fast then.

If Nasser doesn't torture the merchandise to death every single time, he never stops!

Boss Bourne, if Qazim goes up now, it's probably already too late.

Hearing their words, Bourne's complexion turned somewhat dark.

He abruptly threw his playing cards onto the table.

"Qazim, aren't you going yet!"

"Got it, Boss Bourne!" Qazim responded in a panic, running toward the door of the manager's office.

He pulled the door open and charged out headfirst...

The next second, however, he crashed headlong into someone's embrace.

With reflex-like speed, Qazim lowered his head and apologized: "Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to!"

As the weakest member of the physical group, he was always the one bullied by everyone else in the gang, and his apologies were utterly smooth.

He even tightly closed his eyes, voluntarily presenting his right cheek to welcome the other's wrathful slap.

Unexpectedly, however, the man not only failed to strike, but instead steadied his shoulders and said gently, "Watch out next time."

Incredulous, Qazim opened his eyes and looked up to find that the newcomer was an unfamiliar face he had never seen before.

"Sir, you are...?"

Old Bryan reached out and pulled out McDonald's