More than a hundred silenced pistols, their dark barrels pointed directly at Prince and his few subordinates, emanated a chilling, murderous aura as if from the depths of the underworld.
Prince’s inner circle of men felt the tension, but they managed to keep their faces calm. Prince himself remained extraordinarily composed, as if the hundred guns surrounding Ugly Kwan were invisible. He shook his head, sighed softly, and said slowly, "Ugly Kwan, you are still as despicable as ever. You used the funeral of Mr. Chiang and Big Brother B as a pretext, but your true goal was to lure me here to get rid of me, wasn't it?"
Ugly Kwan sneered incessantly. "Prince, don't overestimate yourself! I am sincere about holding this funeral for Mr. Chiang and Big Brother B. As for getting rid of you? You showed up, so I’m just taking the opportunity to clean out a traitor—it’s just a matter of convenience! If you hadn't come today, you wouldn't have escaped in the future anyway."
Chapter 171