Mad Kun's gaze was icy.
One could sense that he was becoming increasingly enraged.
The long scar on his face began to tremble involuntarily.
"I heard you! Now return the money!"
Mad Kun's voice grew more gravelly.
I took a drag from my cigarette, inhaling deeply, and retorted,
"Why should I return it? I won this!"
As soon as I spoke,
Mad Kun suddenly burst into laughter.
Yet his laughter was reminiscent of a madman.
His entire body trembled,
and while pointing at me, his face turned to the others as he cackled,
"Why? Did you hear that? He asked me, Mad Kun, why?"
As he spoke,
he forcefully swept his bangs back from his forehead.
He jerked his neck,
and I heard several sharp cracks in it.
Mad Kun's fury was visibly smouldering.
He had just lost face in front of Uncle Tong,
and now, I was denying him any semblance of dignity.
Suddenly, Mad Kun turned to Liora, angrily demanding,