What's he Hiding?

"D*mn it! That bastard just had to go ahead and die? Who the f*ck believes that he died just like that?" A man with a tattoo of a red shovel on his left arm cursed.

He was currently inside a private room inside a hotel. It was not long ago that he received information about the incident involving the death of the tiger gang.

This person possessed a muscular physique, spiky black hair, and several tattoos could be seen from his exposed upper body. He was sitting on a couch, with two women on each side, massaging him.

Looking at the furious expression on the man's face, the two ladies shrank in fear. Nonetheless, they continued with what they were doing, that they were afraid that if they did not continue doing what they were supposed to, they might end up being used to vent the anger that this guy possessed.