"Mr. Ridge, if you don't give me an explanation for today's incident, we brothers really need to have a good talk!"
Smack!
Xander Cook slammed the hidden weapon box onto the table, glaring at the middle-aged man before him, cursing under his breath, "Damn cocky bastard!"
"Mr. Cook, what has got you so fired up?" Hagan Marsh wrapped in an army coat, holding a cigarette in his hand, asked slowly, "I was just reading in my room, and you come in here causing a racket. You need to at least let me know what this is about, right?"
He completely ignored Xander Cook's furious demeanor, slowly held the burning cigarette above the ashtray, and lightly tapped it.
"Go to hell!"
Crash!
Xander Cook slapped away the ashtray in front of Hagan Marsh with the back of his hand and cursed with hands on his hips, "Playing innocent after what you did? I always heard that Hagan Marsh deals with corpse refining, and now it's clear, you're no good!"
