"What... what are you going to do?"
At the sight of Chen Lin's cold, malicious smile, Carlos's heart clenched. Fear a hundred times stronger than when the short blade had been pressed against his neck engulfed him in an instant.
Thud!
The arms kingpin who ruled San Francisco's underworld and treated human lives as worthless felt his knees buckle again, dropping heavily to the floor.
He did not even dare look up at Chen Lin. His forehead struck the cold concrete with a dull thump and stayed pressed against it, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Honored divine emissary!" Carlos cast aside every shred of dignity and pride, raising his hands over his head in a posture of utter devotion. "Everything here, all my businesses in San Francisco, even this worthless life of mine-they're all yours! From this day forward, I, Carlos, am merely your loyal warehouse keeper, your most obedient dog in the mortal world!"
Beside him, Ricardo's mind had already gone blank from the sheer impossibility of what he had witnessed. Watching his older brother, who normally killed without batting an eye, grovel like a pathetic lapdog, he felt his entire worldview crumble to dust.
Chen Lin watched Carlos grovel, and the murderous intent in his eyes slowly faded. His original plan had been to kill them and take everything here. But on second thought, he had only just arrived in America and knew neither the people nor the place. He really did need an obedient dog to handle miscellaneous matters, such as transportation, intelligence, and funding down the line.
"Since you know your place, I'll spare your miserable life."
Chen Lin spoke flatly, his voice devoid of emotion. Then he ignored the two men kneeling on the floor and walked straight toward the enticing rows of steel shelving.
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