Then, he turned his gaze toward the doorway. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, a casual yet defiant demeanor replacing the innocence of before.
"Aldrich's lapdogs sure don't waste time!"
When did they surround this hotel? He hadn't noticed a thing!
The stocky man leading the group froze, a flicker of surprise flashing across his eyes: "What Aldrich? Kid, have you lost your mind from fear?"
Wen Zao smiled faintly: "Oh, keep acting—put your heart into it! Who knows, maybe the Mafia will give birth to an Oscar-winning actor."
"How did you figure it out?" The scar-faced man behind the stocky man couldn't help but blurt out.
In response, the stocky man glared at him fiercely, and the scar-faced man instantly clamped his mouth shut in fear.
Wen Zao chuckled: "No need to glare at him. I've long since figured out who you are. The real surprise is that, despite 'Lord Aldrich's' reputation, his subordinates are a bunch of incompetent fools!"
