Aunt Qīng stared at the 3D model of the iron box on her tablet, her fingertip tapping the metal casing. "Back when that old rascal Somchai was ambushed by his enemies in the Golden Triangle, it was me and the boys from Dark Edge who hauled him out of the minefield on our backs."
She flicked her cigarette ash, the corner of her mouth twitching with a half-mocking smirk. "For all the blood on his hands, he still pays his debts to the people who saved his life—though if you want to set foot inside his general's mansion, you have to trade it for the life he clawed back from the dead."
"Compared to that—" Aunt Qīng abruptly stubbed out her cigarette, the sparks sizzling against the damp ground, "what we really need to worry about is whether his temper has changed lately."
Chapter 254