Three days later.
Kou Island.
Inside a luxurious hotel.
Big Boss's hair was disheveled, and he had lost the commanding air he once possessed.
Mitsui, however, looked invigorated, his eyes brimming with smug satisfaction.
In just three days, their roles had reversed.
"Mitsui-kun, I'll give you all fifty Tyrant Warriors. Give me Little White Tiger. I need to save my son."
No father could calmly face his son's brutal murder.
With Shu Dong in Old Ninth's hands, he did not even dare imagine how his son spent each day.
"I'm sorry, President Shu. Little White Tiger has already been handed over to Kou Island's police department. Unless something unexpected happens, he'll stand trial tomorrow."
Mitsui bowed helplessly. "He killed too many of our compatriots in Chun Prefecture. We must give those wronged souls an answer."
Looking at the faint, ambiguous smile on the other man's face, Big Boss felt utterly desolate.
Now he could not return to the Dragon Kingdom, nor did he have any footing on Kou Island.
How could getting Little White Tiger out possibly be easy?
Every time he thought of his son, Big Boss grew distraught.
"Mitsui, let me tell you the truth. White Garment is behind Little White Tiger, and the Guan Family was behind Farbridge Group's downfall. If you really kill Little White Tiger, can you bear the consequences?"
Seeing that persuasion would not work, Big Boss could only use the Guan Family and White Garment to pressure him.
But the other man did not fall for it.
Mitsui clasped Big Boss's hand with feigned gratitude. "Thank you for the reminder, President Shu. Don't worry. They won't send troops onto the island for some street thug. That would mean a National War. The Dragon Kingdom's leadership possesses great wisdom. They would never start a