"King of Hell, you idiot, we've been under surveillance and you didn't even know," Red Scorpion roared, already in motion and sprinting toward an adjacent location.
When he realized the people behind this were from the Crimson Dragon Team, his heart cursed King of Hell's ancestors for eighteen generations. It wasn't that he was afraid of falling here—catching him wouldn't be so easy—the real issue was that the goods were going to be lost again.
King of Hell's face turned dark, his eyes brimming with malice. He had chosen this place for the transaction because it was very covert, yet those Crimson Dragon Team bastards still managed to find it.
It was infuriating; he had been so cautious about this transaction, never expecting it could be compromised. The Crimson Dragon Team was his bane; it seemed impossible to shake them off no matter where he went.
