"Where are they?! Where are those arrogant, clueless shitheads who meddled with my business?! Are you them?! No? Then show them to me! Show me the Supremely Handsome Young Master's Entourage!", an infuriated voice rang out on a very wide street with nothing but warehouses in a shady part of the Harbor District.
Wu Long turned his head to look at Kwon Qianhong who was standing to the side, slightly behind him, and it immediately became clear that the latter began panicking even though he was wearing a wooden mask, just the body language alone was enough to show he knew he was in trouble.
"Ehm... about that... Boss...", Kwon Qianhong's voice was nervous as he was trying to explain himself.
