CHAPTER 193

  The atmosphere is unusually lively despite the silence echoing in the octagon-shaped room. Finley can already guess that his boss is in a good mood, not minding the threat lurking just meters away from their facility’s vicinity.

  “You seemed to be pleased today?” he talked and poured a wine on the man’s glass.

  “Why wouldn’t I? It has already been years since the last time I had seen shedding blood caused by me?” Staring at his right-hand man, Nil playfully flipped the coin in his hand. “Head or tail?” he then asked, waiting for the man’s choice.

  “Tail. What is that for this time?”

  He tossed the coin in the air and the seconds it spends turning is like eons for him as he can’t wait to catch it in his palm.