Inside the office, Big Tank pursed his lips and didn't dare say a word, standing quietly beside Evan Lin as they waited in silence.
From Big Tank's perspective, Evan Lin sat with his eyes closed, his body seemingly shrouded in a thin, mist-like veil. But Big Tank didn't have the guts to get any closer for a better look.
Time ticked by, and before long, footsteps sounded outside the door.
There were quite a few people.
Barry Shaw pushed open the office door. As the air inside spilled out, the strong stench of blood and the moans of the wounded on the floor made his face instantly darken.
Barry Shaw glanced at the wall, where Snake sat pale-faced.
Seeing Barry Shaw arrive, Snake called out weakly.
Barry Shaw's gaze landed on Snake's hands. He saw that the hands had been crushed into thin, ruined slabs—no hospital could ever fix them.
A shadow passed through Barry Shaw's eyes. Snake was his most trusted enforcer—now that he'd been crippled, the Shaw family's strength was seriously diminished.
“I don't know what grudge has developed between our Shaw family and Imperial Grand lately.” As the Eastcourt District boss, Barry Shaw's voice was rough and forceful. He glanced first at Big Tank, frowning, then quickly turned to the young man sitting cross-legged on the sofa—his eyes showing a hint of surprise.