He's Dead Too

The person who was looking for Chi Mi was clutching the phone tightly in his hand that if it had not been made of metal, it would have already been pulverized to dust. "What do you want?!"

He was certainly not in the mood to speak with a mafia lord. He did not care if he was screaming at La Hiena. It was not like La Hiena could have him killed. He was the only contact of value here in Chengshi. He was an irreplaceable resource.

"Woah," said La Hiena, "caught you in a bad time?"

"Everyday that my mistress' head is nowhere to be found IS a bad time. I have to know where she is!" He knew that La Hiena did not care about his woes. But who else was he supposed to talk to? What was having a mistress and weird fantasies and fetishes compared to the crimes La Hiena committed? He would look like an angel next to the mafia lord.