Adrian Law appeared calm and composed, yet his eyes were as dark as ink, completely stained by malevolence,
"A wise man adapts to the circumstances. Since you're out in the world, you should understand this better than I do, right?"
The sole of his leather boot was still pressing on the hand of the bald, scar-faced man. His handsome face, like a clear moonlit night, even bore a hint of a smile—cold and frightening.
The bald, scar-faced man's body trembled several times, his forehead sweating from the pain. How was this pretty boy so intimidating?
It almost made him question his life!
Blood flowed unchecked from the bald man's hand, and his pale lips quivered a few times.
"Sir... sir, isn't this against the code... isn't it?"
"I already told you the surname of the client earlier, you should have been able to figure out who they are and find them yourself!"
"What, do you still talk about the code of conduct?"
